Rimbaud's girl

"Miss is very smart and can do whatever she wants."

She was very upset, "Gisela, what about you? Have you thought about what you want to do in the future? You can't be a personal maid for decades, can you?"

"I can't. I can't be a maid after I get married, but I'm not going to get married."

"You don't want to get married?"

"Marriage is not good for a woman. It may be better for you. For a girl of ordinary background like me, getting married has only disadvantages and no advantages."

"Have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"I might go to a girls' school as a dormitory supervisor. A relative in my family opened a girls' boarding school. It's not bad, and it accepts some girls from ordinary families."

"That's good. I originally thought... Mrs. Reval is not very literate. If I marry Gabriel in the future, I need a housekeeper I can trust."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to go to England, my family is in France. Sorry, madam."

"You don't need to apologize to me. This is a job, and I can always find a suitable butler I can trust—hey! What about a butler now! I really don't want to talk to him." She was listless.

"I'll pour hot water, you wash your face, and go to bed."

She continued listlessly, nodding.

I washed my face again, patted rose toner on my face, and lay down on the bed.

If Mrs. Rimbaud knew about this, she would definitely blame her for looking for trouble. In her mother's view, a noble young master fell in love with a commoner girl like Vitaly, but she couldn't find a good thing with a lantern.What Mrs. Rimbaud was most worried about was that the Oran family looked down on Vitaly and wanted to break them up.

As described in "A Doll's House", a woman has a loyal husband and a beautiful family, why bother?Isn't this just looking for trouble?Although she and Gabriel are not yet married, it is conceivable that he will try his best to be a perfect husband and father because of his kind nature; but at the same time he will also be the kind of man who turns a blind eye to his wife's career, which is This difference of opinion may not be resolved.

She sighed and picked up the letter on the bedside table.

The letter was not packed in an envelope, but was folded in three with thick letter paper decades ago, sealed with wax paint, and stamped carefully.It was the family seal of the Oran family. In the past, he would occasionally stamp wax and seal on the letter paper and send it to her in an envelope.

Unpack the wax, and open the letter paper.

"My dearest Vitaly, my rose:

Are you angry?I really want to ask you now why.

Am I saying the wrong thing?But I never thought of which sentence was wrong.

You know that I love you, love you with all my heart, and I would do anything for you.How can I express my love?Or, do you suspect that I don't love you?

We should have a good talk, as soon as possible.I don't want to have any barriers with you, we will become the closest people, there should be no obstacles between you and me.

Do you love me?I am so worried now that you will suddenly decide not to love me.

MyLove, MyHeat, kiss you, a thousand times, ten thousand times, kiss you in my dreams.

I love you.I love you.I love you.

Please don't be mad at me again, okay?

Your lover, your faithful, Gabriel.

Can I not love you?Will not!

You are my life and I love you. "

She was tearful.

Although he didn't realize what was wrong with him at all, he had a good attitude and she couldn't ask for more.

He's right, they should have a good talk, she can't just walk away, she should ask him thoroughly what he thinks.He said what he thinks, and she should also say what she thinks, and then see if he can accept it.If he is willing to think about her and compromise, then she can also consider compromising for him, and learn "court etiquette" from his mother, and learn how to manage a manor.

well!Real life is really not poetic at all.

In fact, when it comes to learning how to manage the manor, she has managed the Crosswa Manor for more than two years. The Oran family's manor is just bigger, with more servants, more property, and more silverware. What is difficult?It's not difficult at all!

She fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, Vitaly woke up with bursts of strong mixed floral fragrances of lavender, jasmine, rose, camellia, and violet.

Gisela, Mrs. Reval and Gabriel's two maids have been carrying flower baskets to her room. The flowers have been placed from the bedside to the balcony and to the door of the room, leaving only a narrow aisle.

"What's going on? Did you rob the flower shop?" She sat up and asked in surprise.

"Miss, Mr. Oran sent it to your room," said Gisela.

"I don't have room to walk. Also, the flowers are so fragrant it's going to give me a hay fever."

"Are you getting up now?"

"Get up. Come and comb my hair." Her hair was very thick after growing, fluffy and slightly curly, plump and beautiful.

She was sitting on the bed with her eyes closed, and Gisela walked between the flower baskets to comb her hair with a wooden comb.

"Mr. Oran is apologizing to you."

"He has too much money." Vitaly said coldly.

"Yeah, that's how rich people apologize."

"boring."

"Don't you like flowers?"

"I like it very much, but if there are too many, I don't like it. You have to know, 'things are rare and expensive', that is to say, precious things must be rare, just like gems, like love."

"That's very kind of you to say."

"That's because I'm speaking the truth."

Gisela paused, then continued to brush her hair, "There are very few truths in this world."

"Yeah." She smiled, "What hairstyle are you going to do for me today?"

"Greek braid, go around here, then this way around here, pin it up, and put some flowers in. There's plenty of flowers here, Molly?"

"Okay. Add a few smaller roses, the half-bloomed ones."

"You will be very beautiful. Mr. Oran will be amazed by you."

Gabriel behaved well and did not enter her room.She saw him as soon as she came out of the room, and he was a little nervous, "Vitale."

"Eat breakfast." She glanced at him with a serious face.

"After breakfast, let's go for a walk, shall we?"

She stopped, thought for a while, and nodded: "OK."

He smiled, "Do you like the flowers I sent you?"

"Too much, don't send so much next time."

"Can't you say 'like' obediently?" He said distressedly.

"I like it, thank you."

Arthur and Vincent sat at the table.

Gabriel suddenly sent countless flowers to Vitaly early in the morning. Vincent didn't know what happened, but Arthur already guessed that Vitaly was angry.My younger sister's temper, as my elder brother's, is naturally very clear. Vitaly is not a lady at all when she is fierce, but it should not be to the extent of beating her boyfriend with a wooden stick.

Arthur was a little gloating, and hoped that Gabriel would also have a taste of his sister's "iron fist" sooner.

Vitaly and Gabriel entered the restaurant one by one, without speaking, and Vitaly did not smile.

Only then did Vincent see that they were not as close as they were yesterday.

in argument?He murmured in his heart, he went to see the Cancan dance last night, the two of them were talking and laughing, Vitaly has such a good temperament, she didn't care at all about her boyfriend going to that kind of dance, the Cancan dance just became popular At that time, I was scolded by countless people for being too "obscene", because it was just a lap dance, and there were more than 20 white thighs of women on the stage, how scary it was!It's an irresistible temptation!

He also felt that the white thighs that were full of eyes were really dazzling, and he couldn't help but secretly wondered whether the legs under Vitaly's long skirt were also so beautiful-no, they must be much prettier than those dancing girls!But he didn't dare to think about it, and felt that if he thought about it a little more, he would be in danger.She is pure and perfect, unlike other women, let alone a cancan dancer.When he saw Gabriel secretly kissing Arthur while he was not paying attention, he felt very sad and jealous.

How he wished it had been him who had kissed her!

Just last night, he was lying in bed, unable to sleep.He pressed his fingers to his own lips, touching them lightly, imagining that they were Vitaly's lips: no, her lips should be softer, maybe... like Chinese silk, soft, smooth, and candy-like sweet.

Her kiss must be sweet and unforgettable.

He was deeply jealous, jealous of the boy who had the right to kiss her.

Even now, he hoped that they would have a big fight, and then they would break up.She might be sad, and he was right there with her to comfort her, comfort her, and cheer her up.

In that case, she might look him squarely.

Ah, love!Sweet and painful, and he was willing to go through it all.

Everyone's favorite croissant for breakfast, as well as self-serve fruit salad and oatmeal.

This kind of breakfast is no different from the Western-style breakfast more than 100 years later. The difference may be that there are almost no additives and it is all natural.

There are still a few perks to living in this era.

Vitaly was breaking warm croissants and fruit with a fork.

There's nothing to think about now, she has to listen to what he has to say before she can decide what to do with him.The class conflicts are irreconcilable, but the gap between them has narrowed now, and the class difference is no longer the biggest problem; two people usually need to run in together, usually there is always one party to make a compromise, of course, both parties can make compromises and concessions , seeking common ground while reserving differences, there is nothing that cannot be shared.

She is happier now.

Arthur asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Fortunately."

"Did you go swimming in the sea last night?"

"No, the skirt is too heavy if it is soaked in water."

"Well, then go swimming in a few nights and don't wear a skirt."

"it is good."

"Did you forget how to swim?"

"No."

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"Where do you want to go today?"

"I don't want to go out. I think I should draw a few pictures. I haven't touched a paintbrush for many days."

"Okay, then I won't go out today, I want to bask in the sun here, London or Oxford don't have such good sunshine."

"What do you want to do when you graduate?"

"I don't know, maybe Egypt, or Italy."

"You need to save some money."

"Well, I saved some money." Arthur said, looking at Gabriel.

Gabriel was so absent-minded that he paid no attention to Arthur.

The waves lapped gently on the sand.

The sea washes up on the beach and recedes quickly, leaving some shells, or some small sea creatures.

A hermit crab scurries across with its shell on its back, leaving small imperceptible claw marks on the wet sand.

The footprints, one after another, were printed on the wet sand, and looking back, they were endless.

She is not tall, her feet are not big, and her shoes are small, leaving a series of small footprints.

And next to her footprints are his footprints.

This is so good.

Think about it, after a few years, there will be a series of small footprints next to these two series of footprints, which will be their children.

She walked in front, with her hair braided and tied behind her head in a complicated hairstyle. Some small white jasmine flowers and a few half-bloomed red roses were inserted in the braids, and when she walked, there was a faint glow. floral fragrance.

"Vitale." He walked behind her, holding a lace parasol for shade.

She turned to look at him.

"Are you still angry?"

"Angry? Probably a little bit." She lowered her head, then looked up at him quickly.

"I... Did I say something wrong?" He asked nervously.

"You're wrong." She sighed, then looked away and looked at the sea not far away. "In your heart, what kind of person am I?"

He thought for a while, "Smart, pretty, cute."

"That's not it."

"I don't know."

She pondered for a while, "First of all, let's confirm a basic point. Like you, I am an independent 'person', right?"

"Correct."

"You men can be sons, husbands, fathers, and have careers. You can be one—an estate owner, investor, adventurer, or become a teacher, professor, and a woman can also be a daughter, wife, mother, and more. If I could have a career, I might be a painter, or a writer, or, maybe, become a master gardener and cultivate new varieties of roses, maybe."

Only then did he suddenly realize, "I see." So indeed, he said the wrong thing last night.

He hadn't thought about this question at all before, because he always felt that she was still very young. The two of them were in different countries and could only see each other once a year. Two weeks in the year before last and two weeks in last year. This year is the longest they have been together. It's time.The opportunity for them to meet is so precious that there is no time to talk about specific issues, patronizing Qingqing and me sweetly.

"Do you really understand?"

"I'm not stupid." He glared at her, "Sorry what I said was wrong last night."

"Did Mrs. Orland say anything to me?"

"Mother didn't say anything, she just said, if I marry you—do you want to marry me?"

"I can't tell. If you don't find out that I am an independent person, I don't want to marry you."

He hurriedly said: "I know I know. Mother said, in the future you will manage a lot of property, you will have many things, and... children," he looked at her shyly, and asked in a low voice: "Will you give me Birth, eh?"

Vitaly resisted the urge to roll her eyes: Boys are stupid after all.

"I'll talk about that later. Do you have a lot of property? If I need to manage your property, what will you do?"

"Me? I hunt all day and play everywhere." He joked.

"I'm not your housekeeper!"

"Don't worry, mother thinks you are still young, and is afraid that you won't be able to take care of my property, our property. However, there are many things that you don't need to do, the most you can do is look at the books." He looked carefree "There are still several years before we get married, don't be afraid."

She felt that the topic seemed to be far away, "I will continue my career in the future. I am still very young. I want to know how far I can do it. Whether it is painting or writing, I want to do well. Maybe there is no way to do it all. Well done, but I'm always going to have to try. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Gabriel looked down at her, "Do you think I'm that kind of stupid man? Yes, I'm worried that someone will laugh at you, or laugh at me too, because a nobleman's wife doesn't need to be 'famous' Yes, unless you are a member of the royal family. You are a wife and will be a mother in the future, and this is your 'social attribute'."

Vitaly glared at him angrily, and was about to get angry when he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

"If I say that I didn't see your wish at all, then I might be too stupid. You are right, you are still young, you should work hard to achieve your wish, or goal. It should not be difficult, you now Already famous and will become more and more famous in the future. I can be your patron if you want."

She hugged his waist and looked up at him, "Are you so good?"

"That's because I love you. If I kill your hope, or your wish, then how can I say that I love you the most in the world?" He thought of the Dutchman in the villa not far away, he dared Said that if he could not understand her, the Dutchman would steal her away by virtue of the friendship of learning painting together.snort!He can't be that stupid!

She was dizzy with joy: It feels really good to be loved!And he is so gentle, they didn't quarrel, they talked very calmly, how good it is!Just now, she was still worried, if he was as stubborn as those stupid men, would it be time for them to talk about breaking up next?

"Smile quickly, I don't want to see you making a straight face at me again."

She smiled, "Gabriel, you're the best boy I've ever known."

"Still the boy who loves you the most." He threw down the lace parasol, picked her up lightly, and twirled her several times, "Do you love me the same?"

"I love you too." She nodded, then screamed and laughed.

He kissed her forehead, nose tip, chin, and lips, bit her small earlobes lightly, and blew into her ears, making her itchy and laughing non-stop.

Both Arthur and Vincent stood on the large balcony outside the living room on the first floor, watching the two people frolicking on the beach not far away.

Vincent looked disappointed.

Arthur looked at him, smoking his pipe, but said nothing.There is nothing to say, can this situation not be seen?The poor red-haired young man had no chance, and Vincent should know it.I just don't know how long he can endure until she gets engaged?Maybe before the engagement at all, he would leave her.

He understands men's psychology. If you love someone, you will want to possess him, no matter if the other party is the same sex or the opposite sex.My younger sister is indeed a beautiful girl, the kind that can make people fall in love at first sight, and she is not as boring as most girls. If Vincent and Vitaly have worked together and studied painting for so long, he did not fall in love with her. He doesn't believe it.But Vincent's love is destined to be unrequited, unless Vitaly breaks up with Gabriel, then Vincent must become rich. They are fed up with a poor life, and the younger sister should live a better life. Life.

The parting time came quickly.

A few days later they went to the city of Arles below Ave-Nyon.Arles is a small city that retains some architectural ruins from the Roman era. Local farmers planted large fields of lavender flowers, purple mixed with a little green, forming a beautiful scenery with the adjacent golden wheat fields.

Neither Vitaly nor Vincent had any interest in the ancient Roman architectural ruins in Arles, but they lingered in the wheat fields and flower fields. They put easels on the lavender fields and painted purple and golden near and far.

In terms of color, the pure natural field scenery and natural colors are extremely beautiful. There are no telephone poles that spoil the scenery in the modern society of later generations, and there are no tourists that spoil the scenery.

They painted lavender fields, wheat fields, blue sky, farmers, women and children working in the fields.

The local children were very curious to see them draw.

Arthur and Gabriel felt a little bored, but one was for his sister and the other for his girlfriend, and there was no way to raise objections.The city of Arles was too small to have decent hotels, so they lived in a hotel in the city, and Vitaly was obsessed with painting, so they had to try to find some fun by themselves.

In fact, Vincent is still far from the level of oil painting, but he didn't start learning painting step by step. Vitaly has money, so he doesn't care about letting him use paint indiscriminately, so he willfully make things up.

His painting skills are not "good" at all, even terrible, the lines and shapes are a mess, but he is brave enough to dab paint on the canvas casually, and he is always trying different brushstrokes and techniques.

Arthur doesn't know much about painting, but he also thinks that Vitaly's paintings are better, and Vincent's paintings are almost unreadable.

Not to mention Gabriel, of course Vitaly's paintings are beautiful.He can't paint himself, but he has a high level of appreciation and knows exactly where Vincent's problems are.He didn't understand why Vitaly would take care of Vincent so much, let him use drawing paper and paint, and even take him out to sketch.He didn't want to ask her why she didn't see that Vincent had unreasonable thoughts about her, and worried that she didn't see it at first, but he would react after he said it.

He won't give his opponent a chance, although, the Dutchman is not his "opponent" at all.

A few days later, a sunny morning.

The sunshine in the south of France is hot, and the temperature is very high early in the morning.

Gabriel helped Vitaly set up the easel, and brought her paint boxes, brush boxes, and brush buckets, which were supposed to be done by servants.

Vitaly didn't pay attention, and was covering the canvas with canvas.

Suddenly, Gabriel called her, "Vitale."

"Ok?"

"Do you like it here?"

"I like it, it's beautiful."

He held out his hand to her, but she didn't know why, so she held out her left hand to him.

"come here."

He dragged her to the lavender field, and the hem of her skirt rubbed the little purple flowers, bringing a burst of fragrance.

"If you like, we can buy a piece of land near Marseilles and plant a large field of lavender."

"is it okay?"

"Of course." He then knelt down on one knee and pressed several lavender plants, "Vitale Flaubert-Rimbaud, will you marry me?"