Rimbaud's girl

They didn't touch each other physically, they just stood very close, so close that it made Arthur look uncomfortable.Gabriel is not tall, just less than a head taller than Vitaly, looking down at her slightly; and the little idiot of my sister, who looks cute, I really don't know what's wrong!

He was furious, thinking that his sister was really stupid!This young master is also very strange, he wrote a letter before and didn't say anything, why did he suddenly come over to tell her not to get married too early?What do you mean? !

Vitaly didn't show him Oran's letters, but only read some fragments of several letters to him. He originally wanted to secretly read her letters, but knowing that she had discovered him, he would be ruthless if he stole her things. He scolded him severely, so he had to bear it.

well!well!well!

Vitaly also felt a little strange, he didn't say anything before, why did he suddenly say "marriage"?In fact, he wanted her to wait for him?No, he wants to wait for her to grow up?

"Didn't you know any lady from a noble family in London?" She asked curiously.

"There are some, but no one is cuter than you."

"So, you've compared me to other girls?"

Gabriel nodded.

Arthur almost laughed: idiot!Vitaly dislikes being compared to others.

Sure enough, she glared at him immediately, "What are you talking about? Am I not the cutest one in the world? You still want to compare me with others?"

He was a little embarrassed, "I was wrong. You are the cutest, the only cutest in the world."

She rolled her eyes bluntly, turned and walked back, "You are going to Oxford, maybe you will meet other girls."

He quickly followed her, "I will know other girls, but—but they won't be you." He changed his English, "I, I like you."

Arthur glared at him: he doesn't speak English, but this sentence is too simple, too simple to understand.

"Is it because I'm pretty?"

"You are quite beautiful."

"I'm still very smart!" She turned her head to look at him triumphantly.

"I think you're smart too."

"You have to write to me every week."

"Okay, write every week."

"Are you going to invite me and—my mother, my brother to England?" She wondered if that seemed necessary?

"I will. When do you think it would be appropriate? Next summer?"

Vitaly didn't quite know what process to follow.Arthur didn't understand such things at all, and Flaubert, who was never married, probably didn't understand either?She could write and ask Mrs. Commanville, who supposedly knew what to do.

"I'll have to ask someone," she said, "and—is it cold in London in the summer, too? I mean, do you have to wear a sweater? Are you used to it in London? I haven't asked you yet, your... ...Won't you ever go back to France in the future?"

"I don't know, my estate and the villa are gone, my father hates Paris now; my mother doesn't like Paris, and she doesn't like other cities in France, she likes London. Oh, we will go to Madeleine for Christmas You'll love Madeira after spending a month on La Island."

"Are you coming back later?"

"I can't say, maybe I will come back for a few months a year, and I will come back in the summer. Do you want to live in London for a while? Try a few months? Maybe you will like London."

"No, London must be much colder than Paris. I don't like places that are too cold."

The two talked childishly about the good and bad of the two cities, and the differences between the two countries.It's disgusting for Arthur to listen to it!The younger sister is still a child, and the young master of the Oran family is also just a child. By the way, he doesn't seem to be 17 yet?Does he understand—does he understand what "love" is?

He thought of himself again, and he didn't understand what "love" was.Is the relationship between Forlan and his female patron considered "love"?What about Mr. Flaubert and Ms. George Sand?I heard that Turgenev has been in love with the musician Pauline Viodo for decades, but they are not even lovers. That is also "love"-is love that has nothing to do with the body?

So, are he and Verlaine considered "love"?He can never define.Love is a strange thing, it can drive people crazy.

Ah, Verlaine!The despicable **** bald!

He forced himself to stop thinking about the guy in London and focus on Vitaly who was gone.He has to take good care of his sister, and don't be fooled by some noble young master, just like that poor Emma.

Vitaly is a very good spender now.

She has never been stingy with the money that should be spent.In a big city like Paris and a well-known fashion capital in Europe, "people want clothes" is the top priority. The reason why Arthur was not really accepted by the circle of Parnasian poets was that he was thinking about "communication" at the time. "Spirit" theory, acting like a 100% country urchin, and factoring in how badly he was dressed at the time - if you dress like a beggar and behave like a urchin, no one really treats you as an equal" man" to see.

She took a moment to explain it to Arthur.It's not wrong to be a maverick, but sometimes you have to put up with it and agree with others at least in appearance.She said that even big men like Balzac and Hugo would dress neatly even when they go out for a walk. Not everyone can see your true temperament, and you are not close relatives and friends. Will not see them with their true colors.

Arthur thought she had a good point.

Living in Paris for more than a year, the two brothers and sisters have undergone radical changes.First of all, the most notable is the change of accent. Both brothers and sisters have small language talents, and they actually mastered the Parisian accent in less than three months; they also spent several months learning the local aboriginal language from Fu Lan. It is hard to tell that they are from other provinces;

In terms of appearance and dress, they are close to the middle class in Paris. When they participate in art salons and other occasions, people who don’t know them will think that they are locals in Paris.

This is in line with their own class status, so Arthur has always felt that it is quite natural, and there is no resistance.

But now - Arthur suddenly realized why he always felt that there was something wrong with Oran.

"You should know that he is not our kind, right?"

"Who are you talking about?"

Ask knowingly! "Who else?"

"Gabriel? You are right, he is indeed different from us."

"You're 15, you're still a kid."

"He probably meant that he was afraid that my mother would let me get married too early. My mother married very late, and she didn't want me to wait until I was 27 or 8 years old to get married."

Arthur was surprised. "Mother told you about this?"

"I said it when I came home last Christmas. She said that I...she knew that Gabriel had been writing to me. She didn't like him because his family was aristocratic. You also think he is an aristocrat, so He's not right, is he?"

"Yeah. If it's Ernest, or Foran, that's all right, they're the same as we are—I hate to say it, I hate this 'class theory', but the truth is, if you're from a very different family than him Too big, it may not be very good in the future. He likes you, yes, I can see it, but what about his parents? He can't leave his family, if his parents can't accept you, what should you do?"

Vitaly thought it was nothing. "That's okay. If he can't resist his parents, I'll break up with him." How simple!

Arthur looked at her in surprise, and shouted: "I thought you would elope with him!"

Vitaly said "what are you talking nonsense", "Why did you elope? If he is smart enough, of course he can successfully convince his parents. Besides, I am still young now, maybe I will meet better boys in the future. Then I will break up with him."

Arthur laughed all of a sudden, "That's good. I'm worried that you will be cheated like Madame Bovary, and you will regret it so much that you can only commit suicide."

"Suicide is because of the loss of hope. I will live well and no one can hurt me."

"That's good. I'm afraid that once you fall in love with that brat, you will lose your head and run away with him."

"Don't think too much, I just like him now because he looks cute. I haven't really fallen in love with him yet."

"Yes, that's fine." He quickly praised her, "Don't fall in love with him too quickly, otherwise he won't cherish you."

After Vitaly said that she would not marry early, Gabriel believed that the main purpose of this visit had been achieved.

He knows all the tricks a man can use to please a woman. He would take her to buy a new dress as soon as he saw her, please her, praise her, and make her happy all day long.As he already knew, Vitaly was a very simple girl, as long as she followed her and said nice things she liked to hear, she would smile happily.

She was the most special girl he had ever met in his teenage years, a girl who could fight boys, and a pretty girl, and that was enough.To be honest, he knew many beautiful girls, but few of them impressed him deeply.He'd have to make her realize she was his first, which shouldn't be hard.

In the morning, he just said "I like you" to her, and he took the initiative to sit beside her after lunch.

Flaubert had a clear look on his face, and seemed to be very happy to hear about it.

Arthur Rimbaud looked reluctant, but he did not let them sit apart.

He leaned towards her and asked in a low voice if she was going to take a nap later.

"Or we can go out for a walk," he lowered his voice, "I can't even be alone with you, you pretend to be asleep, and then come out from the balcony, and I will pick you up under the balcony."

"I live on the third floor."

"Why don't you sneak out of the room door?"

She thought for a while, then nodded, "Are you afraid of Arthur?"

"A little."

"Don't be afraid, he won't beat you."

Gabriel's hand under the table suddenly grasped her left hand, she was startled, and immediately turned to look at him.

He immediately let go of her hand, but after a few seconds, he took her hand again.

The girl's small hands are fleshy, but the back of the hand is a bit thin, with delicate skin, I gently rub the pad of the thumb on the back of her hand, it's so comfortable, I just don't want to let go.

He felt a little - he couldn't say what it was like, but he felt his heart beating a little faster, a little faster than usual, and a strange sourness came to his heart.

His birthday is in August, he will be 8 years old, and he will not come of age for a whole year. By then, Vitaly will be 17 years old.

Very young indeed.

bsp;He doesn't have any definite plans for his future, he only knows that he should go back to France as soon as possible, and let her remember him and think of him when she still doesn't understand anything, instead of just treating him as A friend whom letters come and go from afar.He was still young, but that didn't stop him from wanting to take her as his own.

My father said that what a man wants, he must work hard to get it. This scope includes almost all of life: money, rights, and women.He didn't want to wait for her to grow up slowly, but she fell in love with someone else in the end.

Sneaking out of the room was kinda-exciting!

She was wearing only socks and pumps in her hand, and walked carefully past Arthur's door, worried that her brother would suddenly open the door to stop her.Flaubert was getting old and needed to take a nap at noon, and she had already developed the habit of taking a nap; Arthur didn't like to take a nap, and if he wasn't writing manuscripts in his room, he was reading in the library.

A maid looked at her cautiously walking down the stairs with strange eyes, and she gestured to the maid to stop talking.

Walk past the library.

Walk through the hallway on the first floor to the back door of the main house.

Gabriel was waiting outside the back door, hatless and wearing a dark blue-purple velvet midi coat.

His complexion is very fair, and the dark blue purple makes his complexion even more fair.

Looking closer, he has some naughty freckles on his cheeks.

She smiled straight at him.

He also laughed, "Vitale." His voice is very nice, probably at the end of the voice-changing period, the voice is actually the same as a few years ago, the immature voice of a teenager, just listening to the voice, you will think it is like a green onion tree Sunshine Boy.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked softly.

He naturally reached out and took the leather shoes in her hand, squatted down, and put on the shoes for her, "Just follow me."

It's a bit machismo, but it's too blunt to be annoying at all.

He held her hand and led her to the grove not far away.On the one hand, he said that his family’s summer villa in Versailles was not big, but very exquisite, with many decorations, crystal chandeliers, and murals inside. The ballroom can accommodate 2 people at the same time, which is more than enough.

"The 'small area' you said should be different from the 'small area' I understand. Is your reference point the Palace of Versailles?"

He suddenly couldn't help laughing, "Yes. Don't tell me I haven't noticed. The emperor's residence in London is not big, but it is also the best and largest villa nearby."

"What does the emperor look like?"

"He's a little fat. If he doesn't wear the emperor's dress, he might be an ordinary obese middle-aged man in your eyes."

"Do you like him? No, you must hate him."

"I can't say I hate it. As I told you, the emperor treats me much better than the sons of other confidants, so why do many people privately say that I am the emperor's illegitimate son." He said calmly: "Fortunately, my father and I grew up together. They have to be very similar, otherwise there is no way to tell."

"Where's Eugene? Is he good-looking?"

"A very nice young man."

"I remember that he is - he is more than one year younger than Arthur. Arthur wrote to the crown prince, and the doctor next to the crown prince even wrote back to him."

Gabriel smiled, "You haven't told me about this, otherwise I would definitely ask him."

"After you fought last time, will you talk now when you meet?"

"The superficial etiquette still needs to be done. He won't tell the emperor or the empress that he fought with me, but someone will always tell them."

"Have you been scolded?"

"No. Everyone pretends it never happened."

They stopped at the edge of a grove.

"We have to hide in the woods so no one can see us." He looked down at her slightly.

Vitaly suddenly became a little scared at this moment, "I, I want to go back."

"Are you afraid to go in, or are you afraid of me?"

"I do not know."

"That's fine, it's okay here." He hesitated a little, "Vitale, you haven't said yet, do you like me too?"

"what?"

"Tell me, you like me too." He held her hands in both hands, sweating slightly on his tense palms.

"I like you too." She was also nervous, and her lips were dry from talking all the way.She subconsciously licked her lips.

Small tongue, pink lips.

Gabriel suddenly felt a little dizzy.

If he just thought she was "cute" before, then now, just now, he really realized that she is a "woman".He didn't know what was wrong with his heart, suddenly a strange emotion surged up, aimless and surging.

His voice was so low that Vitaly could barely hear what he was saying. "Close your eyes."

He said it twice before she closed her eyes ignorantly.

Soft, warm, lips touching lips.

She thought in a daze that this was her first kiss.

And he must have learned how to kiss.

Careful kisses, delicate kisses, childlike kisses.

Just lips touching lips.

But it didn't take long before it turned into a passionate kiss.

It seems that all warm-toned gouache paints are bursting in front of my eyes, like small balls of paint bursting, warm, August sunshine.

All sunshine.

The leaves of the grass rustled in the summer breeze.

An unknown bird song.

Whose heartbeat.

He hugged her tightly, not wanting to separate at all.

"wait for me."

"it is good."

"I'm waiting for you too."

"it is good."

"I will come again for Christmas. Are you in Rouen? Paris? Or are you going home?"

"Charleville."

"I'll wait for you in Luoshi Village."

"it is good."

He sighed softly, "I like you, Vitaly, and you must like me as much as I like you."

"it is good."

So they didn't talk anymore, just hugged tightly, just beside the grove.

When they got back to the main house, Vitaly had a wreath of flowers in her hair.

The servant reported, "Master Rimbaud left an hour ago."

"Out? Did he say where?"

"No."

"How? By horse? By carriage?"

"carriage."

"When the coachman comes back, ask him where he sent the young master."

"Yes, ma'am."

She sent the servants away.

Gabriel has always been by her side, feeling that she is no longer the wild girl in Luoshi Village.He actually didn't know how she did it, but it was obvious that she had inexplicably improved her social status, and now she was very used to the life of a rich family with servants, which was very good, and he didn't have to worry about her not being able to adapt to Austria in the future. Lan's way of life.

He is in a good mood.

By supper time Arthur had not returned, nor had the carriage.

Vitaly originally thought that he was going to downtown Rouen, but now it seems that he may not be.If he went to Rouen, he would tell the servant, or leave her a note.She became uneasy and called the housekeeper.

"Is there a letter or note for Master Rimbaud this afternoon? Ask the servant."

The steward assembled the servants immediately and asked if anyone had sent a letter or a note to Master Rimbaud, but it turned out that there was no one.

That's weird.

Vitaly couldn't figure it out, "If it was Verlaine, he wouldn't know that we are in Rouen, let alone where we live. Neither Ernest nor Foran would tell him."

"Send someone to look for it in Rouen. Rouen is not big, and you should be able to search all the hotels and hotels in one night." Gabriel called the servants he brought, and brought two servants from Croswald Manor, Tell them to go to Rouen overnight and search all the hotels and inns.There was also a buggy at the estate, in which the servants took the immediate journey to Rouen.

At midnight, the servants of the manor came back on horseback, and soon the butler went upstairs and knocked on Vitaly's door.

"Miss Rimbaud, Master Rimbaud was shot and is in the hospital."

Vitaly's voice was calm, "Is the carriage back?"

"On the way, be back in about 40 minutes."

"Wake up Master Oran and tell him that I want him to accompany me to Rouen."

Ask again: "What else? Who injured him?"

"It's a man named Verlaine. The young master's left hand was injured. They were in a hotel, and the people from the hotel called the police. Verlaine has already been arrested by the police."

"Do you know anyone from the police station?"

"I don't know each other, but I can know you with gold coins."

"Well, how much do you want to bring? Is 1000 francs enough?"

"What are you trying to do?"

"I want to see Verlaine."

"A thousand francs is enough."

"You go with me too. We'll go to the hospital first. After you get to the hospital, go to the police station. Olan and I will go to the police station to find you in half an hour."

"Yes, ma'am."