My years as a menswear boss

"Are we going to leave here?" Jiqiu sat in the carriage, watching the small shops in Paris passing by, she thought of Judge Villefort who had gone mad just now, this punishment was worse than killing him.

"No, Simon." Dantès shook his head. He looked at the young man opposite and said, "I once promised you that I will accompany you to study art in Paris after the matter is over."

"You also said that you will tell me everything after the matter is over." Jiqiu said softly.

"I remember." Dantès sighed, and he ordered Jacob to book a private boat, "Remember to get up at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will take you to a place."

The next day, Jiqiu followed Dantès on a yacht. She touched the sea surface with her hands. The sea surface was icy cold in winter. Fortunately, today was a sunny day, and the sun warmed her body very much.

Along the way, Dantès did not speak. The closer he got to the gloomy prison, his face became more and more serious. When the yacht approached the shore, the darkest day appeared in his mind, and 14 years of dark life brought back The timidity he buried in his heart.

"The boat has landed." Jiqiu covered Dantès's with her hand, and she was suddenly icy, "It's so cold." '

Dantès watched the young man jump to the shore first, the young man never let go of his hand, his golden eyes were warm and clear, "Simon?"

"It's okay, I'm here." Jiqiu took Dantès's hand and stepped ashore, she looked up at the Chateau d'If prison towering into the sky like a watchtower.

Many years ago, Chateau d'If was no longer detaining serious criminals, and turned it into a scenic spot for tourists to visit. The guide standing at the door saw the people coming up warmly. He looked at the rich or expensive father and son in front of him. , "Dear gentlemen, are you here to visit?"

"Yes, are you the guide here?" Jiqiu asked friendly.

"Yes, since this place has been converted into a scenic spot, I have been the exclusive guide here, and you can ask me if you are curious."

The guide was tall and tall. He was originally a prison guard and could only receive his own fixed wages, but after changing it to a scenic spot, some visitors would give him tips. From time to time, he met some nobles who were looking for novelties, and the tips were even more generous.

Jiqiu was about to follow the guide into the gate of Chateau d'If when Dantès came up to her, "Don't be afraid, just follow me."

She looked at the man's pale face, "It seems that I am not the one who is more afraid. '

Jiqiu thinks that every time she encounters danger, Dantès will subconsciously stand in front of her, no matter whether he is afraid or not.So he swallowed back the ridicule in his heart.

Dantès tipped the guide, euphemistically expressing that they don't need a guide.

The guide received a generous tip, and he immediately agreed. Anyway, there is no criminal inside, and the inspection team will patrol from time to time, which poses no threat to the personal safety of the father and son.

Dantès stopped in front of a cell, took out the key given to him by the guide, opened the cell and went in, followed by Ji Qiu.

He touched the stone marks on the wall, "I was once imprisoned here."

The man sat on the ground and waved to the young man.

Jiqiu sat down next to him, "Say, I'm listening."

Dantès raised his head and looked around the narrow and towering prison cell. There was a lingering musty smell inside. Except for the marks he had left to record the number of days on the wall, and the words left by the people who came in behind, almost all of them were In repentance to God, some wrote their crimes on the walls.

He babbled about his ups and downs in his life without reservation, "...here I am not Edmond Dantès, my name is No. 34, look here."

Jiqiu looked along where his finger was pointing, and saw that the floor tile was different from other floor tiles, its color was lighter, as if it was patched up later, "This place has been pried open before."

"Yes, the priest got out from here and changed the trajectory of my life."

Dantès said that he is now in a very calm mood, and with his cub accompanying him, that painful experience is not so difficult to express. "Thanks to him, I am what I am today, and we will meet."

Dantès has long been accustomed to seeing things in the dark. He saw the young man beside him with dazed eyes. He took out a match from his pocket and lit the oil lamp given to him by the guide. The dark cell was illuminated by an orange halo.

He took the young man's hand and took it hand in hand to identify which words he left behind, "I have resigned to my fate this year, and I found that my memory is fading, and I have a sense of fear in my heart, so I put myself The best things in memory are written down.”

Jiqiu brushed away the moss on the bricks and stones, and she read the text by the light of the oil lamp, "15 years old, first love, we kissed."

"Oh, you don't need to read it." Dantès said awkwardly, digging with his toes, trying to wipe the words off the wall.

"Okay, then you continue to talk, you haven't said what the priest taught you later."

Jiqiu sat back, propped his head up with his elbows on his knees, "Did he teach you those things behind you?"

"Some are, and some are taught to me later." Dantès said, he also sat down and told the young man about his time in prison, trying to make things as interesting as possible, "... One day my meal was eaten by mice and I ended up eating it roasted."

"How does it taste?" Jiqiu asked curiously.

"It's delicious."

"puff--"

Dantès stood up and opened the tattered bed board, then pulled out a dagger from behind to pry open a floor tile, "I hope it's still there."

Jiqiu leaned over and saw that there was a stack of cloth strips under it. She picked up one with words written on it, "Is this a book?"

If Castle is built on the reef, even the best paper will be corroded by moisture, and only pieces of cloth can be preserved.

"Yes, this is something that belongs to the priest." Dantès carefully blew off the dirt on it, and he tidied up a bunch of bundled cloth strips and arranged them in order.

After visiting the prison, they bid farewell to the guide, stepped on the yacht and left this place, and will not return in the future.

"Shall we go to Marseille?" Jiqiu asked, thinking that Dantès' father should be buried there after his death, "You can see the old man."

"Well, yes. I should explain it at my father's grave and ask his forgiveness."

Dantès said, he touched the young man's head, "If he is still alive, he will definitely like you very much."

"I think so too." Ji Qiu said with a smile.

The two found the tomb belonging to old Dantès. The cross had fallen on the ground, and many crosses around had decayed, leaving traces of moths gnawing on it.

They repaired the tomb of old Dantès together. Dantès knelt in front of his father's door, whispered a few words, and finally put a bouquet of white lilies in front of the tomb.

"Okay, let's go." Dantès led the young man out of the cemetery, and before leaving, he gave the cemetery a sum of money and told him to keep an eye on the area where old Dantès was.

"I can accompany you to see grandpa next year, and I can accompany you every year." Jiqiu said in a warm voice.

Jiqiu finally understood the ins and outs of the whole thing, and the last doubt in her mind was resolved.

"Master, how does that Tanglar deal with him?"

Jacob asked. He had received news from his former boss, the pirate chief Roger Wampa, that he had captured the banker who fled with the money and locked him in a small dark room.

"Where's the money?" Dantès sat on the sofa in the office, flipping through the latest newspaper in his hand, which contained the incident about Villefort.

"I've already spit it out. He spent a little on the road, but it's nothing compared to all the money." Jacob replied, "He has become a penniless pauper now."

"Let him go."

Jacob looked surprised, he wondered if his master was crazy, "Let him go, are you serious?! Have you forgotten the crime he committed?"

"Edouard Villefort's death made me realize that I had gone a little too far."

Dantès tapped the table lightly, and he looked up at the ceiling, "Danglar cares most about money, he values ​​money more than his own life, making him a pauper is the best punishment. "

"Then what to do with the money?" Jacob thought of the millions of francs, and he was envious.

"One million will be given to Vampa, one million will be donated to social charities, and the rest will be used to build an art gallery." Dantès quickly divided the money.

Jacob opened his mouth, and he couldn't help asking, "Why don't you buy an existing art gallery and renovate it?"

"I want to give my son the best. He deserves a unique art museum. Remember to hire the best architect."

Dantès slowly sketched out the interior layout of an art gallery in his mind. He didn't understand architecture, so he tried to draw a sketch of the art gallery in his mind, "Just build it according to this, don't tell Simon, I want to Surprise him on his birthday."

Jacob took the sketch and saw a few lines squeezed together. He carefully identified them, and it turned out to be wall posts, "It seems that the best architect must be hired." '

In the studio, Jiqiu silently selects the paintings that she sends out for exhibition. The venue rented by Moran and the others is in an art gallery for rent on the edge of downtown Paris. The space is not big, and everyone has limited paintings. Feng's paintings were exhibited.

"How is it?" Jiqiu asked Forrester holding the work of the opera stage performance.

Forrester's expression was tangled, and he looked at the picture of the snow scene behind the young man, "I think the one behind you looks better."

The dead branches of roses covered with snow in the painting reveal the beauty of decay, which makes people's hearts move.

Jiqiu turned his head, took a glance and picked up the cafe painting next to the snow scene, "This one? I think it's pretty pretty too."

Forrest looked at the yellow and green paint that hadn't been mixed, and lamented in his heart, "This is even uglier than the one in the young master's hand." '