Flowers, Swords and France

The dark velvet curtains have all been opened, and the strong summer sunlight shines through the large glass windows into this spacious lobby.

The walls and floors, filled with frames without canvases or canvases that were not put into frames, and stained with various kinds of paints, all of a sudden turned pale under the incandescent sunlight, forming a shadow with the places still in shadow. A stark contrast.

Looking at the studio full of plaster, cloth and paint, Fran and Mary couldn't help but take a deep breath, greedily taking the air mixed with the smell of paint and dust into their lungs.

"I really can't bear it!" Fran whispered.

When the familiar smell entered her nose, she suddenly recalled some memories that had been hidden deep in her mind on weekdays, recalling every moment she had spent studying, talking and laughing here. I was still so innocent back then.

"Yeah, it's so nostalgic." Her close friends also shared the same feelings as her. "It's unbelievable that we would end this with our own hands."

Fran's eyes wandered around the gap between the window lattice and the wall, looking for any trace of her having been here. Before it ceases to exist, she must collect as many places as possible in her mind and treasure these most beautiful memories.

This was once the place where they studied painting seriously, but now she has to destroy it with her own hands and transform it into a painting gallery.

"Sometimes, we always have to do some sad things. What can we do?" Fran sighed softly, "I believe that if I do this, the teacher will be very happy."

"We are carrying out the teacher's last wish, and I believe this is why he gave all this to you." Mary nodded. "We must maintain this gallery well, otherwise...it would be a pity."

"That's natural, my art gallery will definitely be the best!" Fran replied without hesitation, "I will let it have the best paintings, and the teacher's name will be forever because of this art gallery. Pass it on!"

During the conversation. The two close friends who had known each other since childhood stood side by side, scanning everything in front of them with passionate eyes. This was entirely their own career.

At this moment, some workers came out of the small room next to it. Some large boxes were lifted.

"Look, be careful!" Seeing that their movements seemed a bit big, Mary quickly chased after them reproachfully, "There are important paintings in here. If they are broken, it will be troublesome!"

The workers did not dare to neglect her words. He quickly and carefully put it down.

Fran walked quietly to these boxes, then took out the notepad in her arms and began to register the paintings in each box. These unattractive boxes contain the personal works carefully selected by their teacher, the old painter Durenberg, as well as the works of other painters collected by him. It can be said that they are the teacher's life-long efforts.

Because there are important paintings in them, she plans to move them to her home to store them before converting them into a painting gallery. In order to prevent them from being lost on the road, she first needs to register these paintings.

These boxes had rarely been opened since the teacher's death, and their appearance was covered in dust. But Fran didn't care about the dust and took out the picture frames one after another from the storage box.

Because no one has maintained them for too long, some paintings are covered with dust, and some canvases are even slightly cracked. I'm afraid they need to be repaired as soon as possible.

Looking at these dusty paintings, Fran suddenly felt her eyes sore, and it took a lot of effort not to cry.

"Teacher, I'm sorry..."

She did feel guilty.

With great love and expectations for her, the teacher gave her this studio before his death. As a result, she not only failed to live up to the teacher's expectations. It became a monument that recorded his achievements, but instead became a place where his favorite student and another student carried out their lawless conspiracy.

Driven by love and hatred, she enthusiastically participated in a conspiracy and even turned against the guest. Put yourself above a conspiracy. She was so passionately involved in it that she no longer paid any attention to the relics left by her teacher, leaving these paintings to gather dust.

Now that the feverish season was over, she had weathered the storm and reached the harbor safely. Although she has not yet won the final happiness, she firmly believes that the day she is eagerly looking forward to will eventually come.

"I'm sorry, teacher." She lowered her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I have done too many wrong things. But now, I can make it up to you..."

Mary knew that she was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything and just stood beside her quietly, registering the paintings in other boxes.

"My friend, come and help me, we are going to transform this place into the best painting gallery." Fran suddenly turned around and grabbed her hand, "Not only that, we also have to have the teacher behind us Become a first-rate painter!"

"First-rate?" Mary asked with some hesitation.

She has studied painting for so many years, so she can naturally judge the level of painters. The teacher is indeed a very good painter, but as a disciple, she can only admit that there is still a gap between him and the top painters. "Is this okay?"

"If others say, that's not okay, but I am Treville, and if I say he is, he will definitely be." Fran said in a tone that could not be violated, and then she raised her hand and pointed in the air. , "Mary, it's not like you don't know that people in the world have only a half-knowledge of art at best. Don't they just listen to what others say? I don't know how many people are better than teachers. It's just deceiving the world and stealing his reputation! Now that I'm here, our teacher will definitely become one of the great painters. I will do my best to praise him, and I will buy and sell his paintings myself. Show his value until he is promoted to the altar! This is the only way I can compensate him... Otherwise, what's the point of saying I'm sorry ten thousand times?"

This attitude is indeed difficult to doubt.

Seeing her ambitious and confident look, Mary couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, this hasn't even started yet, and you're already so motivated! So let's do this!"

Driven by guilt and passion, the two of them quickly completed the registration of each painting. Then, the boxes were sealed again, and workers would carefully move them downstairs, then load them into carriages and transport them to the Marquis of Treville's mansion, where they would be temporarily sealed. But after the gallery is renovated, they will be moved back and become treasures collected in the gallery, enjoying the appreciation of the world. Fulfill your mission as a work of art.

And these will only be the beginning. As she said, this gallery will collect precious paintings from all over the world and become another most beautiful embellishment on the throne of the Treville family to which she belongs.

After the workers moved all the boxes out, silence returned to the lobby. Fran and Mary are nostalgic. So I stayed and continued to wander among these relics of the past.

When they came to a plaster statue in the corner, Fran gently bowed down and looked at the plaster statue. "Mary, thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Mary also bowed.

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"Thank you for the advice you gave me. Thank you for standing by my side when I was most desperate and accompanying me through the darkest days." Fran turned her head and looked at her with gratitude, "It's so hard. Imagine what I would do without you..."

"Even without me, you can still get through it. You are not born to be intimidated." Mary shook her head gently, then reached out to touch the plaster figure, "Your head is no more fragile than its head, no What can make you forget yourself."

Fran was silent, maybe she was right.

"But even so I will still thank you, at least you told me how to go."

"Is this what I should do?" Mary smiled, "Speaking of what you did, I can't say you went wrong! You succeeded in scaring him. Since he didn't want to let you die, he had no choice but to hug you. You. I'm just telling you. After you've gone hard, you have to go soft. Even if I don't say it, you will leave sooner or later. So - you see, it started to work, and you became his arm. A human being around you, not a phantom loaded with overly imaginative things..."

"Yes, in his heart I finally became a real person! God knows how much I paid for this!" Fran sighed bitterly, "I hope I don't have to spend so much money on the next journey. cost."

"No, the hardest part is over." Mary replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your kind words." Fran stretched out her hand towards her. "My brother said something to me - if you want someone to be loyal to you, never say nice things and give nothing. Loyalty should be based on mutual help and trust - all the time , he also repays you in this way, and I...I am also completely I fully understand what he means. So... I want to thank you for your loyalty, and it will not be just words. I promise you that I can share a part of everything I get with you, no matter how much wealth I can. You can ask me to use it, and I will never be stingy with you.”

"Don't make random promises for yourself, dear friend, otherwise you will have to regret it sometimes." Mary laughed, then reached out and held her friend's hand, "I know, you feel sorry for me. , you regretted doing something to me that time, so you wanted to compensate me in every possible way."

Seeing her mention this, Fran immediately looked away. She was indeed ashamed to say it.

"However, this kind of apology is unnecessary. I don't take it to heart, because I can understand your mood...Besides, you have helped me so much, and you should get some interest back." Mary still smiled He looked up, but the look in his eyes had become serious, "But, I have something to suggest to you."

"What suggestions?" Fran was a little confused.

"Now that the situation has reversed, then don't do other stupid things. If you follow the current path, you will naturally reach the end." Mary lightly shrugged, "Yes, I mean, now that the deal is done, Then just accept the reality... Don't think about changing anything anymore. Mrs. Treville is Mrs. Treville, and their children will also be blessed heirs... Since you must stick to this path, then I have to accept this result.”

Fran's heart suddenly tightened.

Yes, no matter how uncomfortable it is, I have no choice but to admit it.

"You are right, I know everything. Don't worry, I won't do anything to her anymore. Since this is God's will, I will accept it. But... I must get what I deserve, and she can't stop me. Also, if she dies early, it's not my fault. I still hope for this!"

"Then you can live well with this hope." Mary's smile became warmer and warmer, "I will still be by your side and help you realize every wish of yours."

"No matter how much gold, silver and jewelry, it is difficult to repay such loyalty!" Fran laughed, then suddenly reached out and hugged her, "You will also realize every wish! I swear!" (~^~)