[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Duroy visited Anya a few times, but Anya had already made up her mind, treated him kindly and made him seem hopeful, but refused to give any benefits at all.Duroy claimed to be a master at understanding women, and he couldn't do anything about Anya's recalcitrant appearance.

Since the last afternoon tea, Duroy spent a lot of time chasing Madeleine because he didn't get the appreciation of Mrs. Walter, and occasionally went to patronize the business of the wandering warbler... His pocket was already full. Empty and empty, and later in debt.Madeleine may also start to help him out of the pity in the woman's nature.In the reports that Duroy was in charge of, there were more and more words similar to the writing style of "Forrestier".

However, due to a time miscalculation, Mr. de Maraire had already returned from leave before Duroy officially made love to Madeleine.For a whole month and a half, Anya had to share the same bed with him, and even...he could refuse for a day or two. After a long time, it would inevitably make him doubt it, which would lead to stronger consequences... Although this kind of thing he It may not be that she really cares, and Clotilde herself is not a loyal martyr.But in order to provide Lorena with a healthy and stable growth environment, Anya is determined to speed up her plan.

She just needs to provide an opportunity to "change", and there is no need to wait for the result.

Fortunately, before M. de Marelle returned, he had also written to his wife.Anya received his letter a day in advance, and then rearranged the plan.On the evening of M. de Marelle's return, Anja invited the Forestiers and Duroy to her house for a little reunion.

M. de Marelle was a tall, well-dressed man.He is not young, with a white beard on his chin, a serious expression, and a badge on his chest. At first glance, he is the kind of respected person we usually think of.It seemed strange that Madame de Marelle should have such a husband.However, when Anya actually saw him, she felt very satisfied—his eyes were not the kind of pious person, even if he had a bad temper with Clotilde, he would treat his daughter very well.

Anya no longer cared about the so-called women who were let down by "scumbags" - because most of the time, it was entirely because of their own connivance that led to the appearance of scumbags.Their natures cannot be changed, they are pathetic and pathetic, but their fate is in their own hands. If she provides such an opportunity to change their fate, but they still can't grasp it firmly, why would she bother for them?

No one is the savior, not even Anya.That's why she has no guilt for what she has done now, because she knows that if Madeleine is not that kind of person, she will not be tied to Duroy when faced with such an opportunity. Together.

Everything is my own choice, and it finally led to such a result, who can be blamed?

When Anya walked into the living room, Duroy was sitting with M. de Marelle, and the two were talking with each other, and their emotions were not very passionate.She walked towards the two with a smile and greeted Du Luowa.Perhaps because of the fact that her husband was nearby, Duroy did not kiss the back of her hand this time, but just shook hands before parting.

Lorena was walking beside her. In order to welcome her father home, the little girl specially wore her most beautiful dress and her hair tie was neatly tied.She walked up to Duroy and whispered hello: "Good evening, beautiful friend."

Duroy kissed her on the forehead, looking very friendly.Lorena still liked him very much. After taking a look at him, she realized that her father was also in the room, so she walked to Anya's side with some restraint.

"Why, who is the pretty friend?" asked M. de Marelle.

Anya smiled calmly: "This is Mr. Duroy's nickname, we all call him that."

Lorena lowered her head in panic."That's right," said M. de Marelle.

There is not much left in the original book of "Beautiful Friend". Anya's previous prediction was wrong, and Mr. de Maraire returned to Paris earlier than she expected, so does it mean that the Forestiers will soon return to Paris? Going south to Cannes to recuperate?If that incident broke out in Cannes, not many people would hear about it, and Mrs. Forestier's methods were enough for her to keep it a secret...then it must be before that.

Forestier's current situation is also not good.He was thinner, paler, and coughing than he had been the night before Anya and Duroy had visited together last week.They were supposed to leave for recuperation last month, but due to various reasons and considerations, Madeleine delayed the time until now.

Mr. Forestier kept coughing: "Sorry...I haven't been in good health recently..."

"What does the doctor say?" asked M. de Marelle.

"The doctor said that I should have set off last month." Forestier said, coughing violently again, "But now...it's already like this...what's the use of recuperating... ..."

"You don't have to say that, we all hope you get well soon." Anya comforted, and glanced at Duroy, "And, if you don't get better, what about the newspaper office?"

Mrs. Forestier said flatly: "Charlie has already found successors for those jobs—and we will return from the south soon. The recuperation environment there is very good, and Charlie will recover soon. "

"Yeah...it'll be all right soon," Forestier murmured, coughing. "Close the windows...I can't stand this now. How many times can I go to a party like this?" ... Soon I can only fall on the bed and stare at the ceiling until I lose my eyesight..." Maybe because he was a guest, Forestier didn't say all the words.But even so, everyone has already heard the sadness in his words.

"Don't say that, Forestier, you'll be all right," said Duroy dryly.His eyes met with Mrs. Forestier who seemed to be full of worry for a while, and the two exchanged a look that only they knew each other.However, when he glanced elsewhere, Lorena's expression made him freeze.

The little girl looked at Du Luowa coldly with disappointment, surprise and anger on her face.Duroy was a little surprised, with a smile on his face: "What's the matter, Miss Lorena? Do you need my help?"

Lorena said coldly: "No." Then she turned her head and continued to look at her parents.

Lorena had been paying attention to Duroy all the time, so she was able to notice the strange way he looked at Madeleine.Perhaps Forestier turned a blind eye, or perhaps he really didn't know. All in all, because of his physical condition, the couple had to leave the meeting early.

Now there were only the De Marelles and the Duroy left on the table.Anya didn't find a chance to do anything to the Forestiers, so she had to do it with Duroy himself.

If Anya still has a little compassion for Madeleine, she has no affection for Duroy at all.This person acted entirely on desire, without moral integrity, and could even commit a scandalous act of mother-daughter take-all. His conscience was just like the white dress he wore when he married Susan in the end, it was painted so white with banknotes.It's in vain that he has such a handsome face, but he doesn't know how to keep himself clean, he only knows how to climb up by relying on women... This is the typical phoenix man.

Duroy spoke first, shaking his head, showing a sad look: "In my opinion, his condition is a bit bad, depending on the situation, it won't be too long."

Anya picked up the wine glass and said softly: "Yes. Mr. Forestier is so sad. He is so young and he is about to die. But I want to say that he was lucky enough to marry such a wife .”

M. de Marelle said nothing, and Duroy took the courage to continue asking: "You mean that his wife has been of great help to him?"

Anya smiled, drank the remaining wine in the glass, and poured another glass: "What do you think? Haven't you already seen her strengths? Let me tell you, she is really no worse than a man. The only thing I regret is She was born into the body of a daughter. On the surface, she lives reclusively, but behind the scenes, she can weave the finest net. She is beautiful, young, careful, capable, quick to come up with ideas, and has all kinds of means. No woman can match her She... especially for a man who wants to make it big."

Under the reflection of the candlelight, Du Luowa's eyes seemed to ignite flames: "Then...she will get married soon, won't she?"

Anya smiled and put down her wine glass: "Of course. I believe that she has already had a candidate, and no one will be surprised at this. Many people who are close to her meet the requirements... For example... a MP. But probably someone else, because it's going to cause trouble in some way... But, she's always had a preference for young lads who have no roots and want to make it up. Who knows about these things? What the hell, I Not too sure."

Maybe it was because of alcohol, or maybe it was because she was about to leave this world, Anya's mind began to feel slightly dizzy.She heard M. de Marelle say something impatiently, and with a forced smile she passed the dinner, and Duroy took her leave.

The head was so dizzy that Anya forgot how to place Mr. de Maraire's question.At the moment when she fell drunkenly on the bed, Anya saw M. de Maraire enter.

...what is he doing in my room?Anya thought vaguely, frowning and trying to get up.Then she saw M. de Marelle standing by the bed and beginning to change his clothes.Two long furry legs were quickly exposed, and then...

Anya's eyes widened, a deeper dizziness came from her brain, and then she fell into darkness.

At the moment when she left this world, she couldn't help but feel deeply grateful... She absolutely didn't want to see that! ! !

The author has something to say:

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Just read the original book... Even without Anya's instigation, the two of them would have thought of getting together a long time ago.

I think Maupassant's words are really accurate, male robbers and female prostitutes... What is the difference between the beautiful friend himself and the high-level courtesan in Paris?It's just that he became famous.In the words of Balzac, banknotes can make a person's conscience as white as a bride's skirt.

In short, this book is very, very good-looking, and I highly recommend reading the original!