The Nineteenth Century Didn't Believe in Love[Comprehensive]

Since the big detective upstairs brought a bunch of violin skewers, Carlota felt that the relationship between the two of them seemed to have changed. This change is that there is inexplicably more English afternoon tea in her apartment. cake tray, and the violin just sat there in her apartment, as if abandoned.

Carlotta didn't bother to think about the unique thinking mode of this great detective, and put all his attention on the next stage, which was said to be an opera, but in fact it was "Triumph of Don Juan".The opera is always slowly rehearsed, and Pirgi has lost weight through devil training and everything is ready.After all, the meaning of this opera is different. Under the impetus of the Phantom, Raoul simply revealed a little bit of details to Mrs. Chany, and then spread the rumors of the People's Theater in Paris through Mrs. Chany's banquet.

The people who can watch this show are not ordinary people. In Carlotta's words, "This show has to use the courage to be killed", so it must also use "one's own life". May be under threat" to watch the bravery.

However, in Paris, there is never a shortage of boring people who don't care about their own lives. An opera that can arouse their interest can definitely make their boring life exciting.Of course, Raoul also took the precaution of "this opera may not be finished", so that no one will have to refund the ticket.

"Tsk."

Carlota glanced at Raoul's plan, and didn't know whether to praise or roll his eyes.However, Carlotta decided to turn a blind eye to this, seeing that Raoul was molested by the phantom when he pulled a group of policemen in the theater for a final inspection.

Her main task now is to accompany Christine—since she fainted in the cemetery, unless it was a rehearsal, she was almost silent, as if a person was thinking about something, which was inaccessible.But this is nothing special to Carlotta. Christine did not refuse her company, so he just needs to sit quietly and not make any noise.

Christine's thinking continued until the day before the official performance, and she still chose to spend this rare rest day in Carlotta's small apartment.

"Lotta."

"You figure it out?"

"Ah."

Carlotta didn't look up, and nodded casually looking at the score in his hand: "Anyway, you remember that I am a casual person, even if you kill someone, I will be the one to help you destroy the corpse."

"That's too much too Lotta."

Christine shook her head dumbfounded, but her heart became lighter: "But it is also because you have been like this that I have survived without any pressure at all."

"Everything is not your fault, nor is it caused by you. There is no need to put these heavy burdens on your head."

"But in my opinion, if my father hadn't been for me, he would never have left in such a mess."

"That's a father's choice."

Carlotta closed the score and looked at Christine with a gentle expression: "That was the choice to save my daughter Nana. The teacher is not good at words. This is his love for his only daughter."

"I know. Lotta, it makes me feel bad to treat the Phantom like a criminal who I once respected as a teacher. But, this is my final decision."

"What decision?"

"If, I mean just in case."

Christine organized her words, and did not change her decision when she met Carlotta's firm eyes: "If he repents, you don't have to forgive him, but please give him the last dignity."

Last Dignity...

After Christine said this, she left the small apartment, looked at the direction in which she was leaving, and Carlotta smiled slightly, and reopened the sheet of music on her desk.

However, do you respect him as a teacher?

Carlotta gave a wry smile, his eyes scanning one symbol after another on the music score.Here comes Mrs. Gilly--it's a pity that her words don't move her at all, but what about Christine instead?Does she still have such determination?

When Carlotta woke up and what he had done, he was already standing at the stairs on the second floor, and walking two steps forward was the apartment rented by Holmes.As for whether the other party is at home or not, Carlota knows best.Even if the great detective could speak good French, he was still an Englishman, and it was a matter of course for him to stay in the room.

After thinking for a while, Carlota finally chose to go downstairs.St. Catherine's Day was approaching, and the church school also gave the girls a holiday. She would rather talk to Cosette next door than Holmes for this kind of problem.Girls' mind, what kind of man do you want.

The father and daughter next door also happened to be at home, and Madeleine was thinking about adding a rose or two to Cosette's already flowery yellow hat, while Cosette pursed her lips and looked serious, but her hands were stuck Several pieces of tape.

"What's going on here?"

"Miss Carlotta."

Cosette's voice was very aggrieved, and just as she was about to continue speaking, she heard the old father's snort: "I made this hat just to mess with it, what else can I do?"

Huh?

Carlota glanced at Cosette jokingly. She didn't have any special thoughts about St. Catherine's Day, but it's normal for a little girl to like it.It is a very happy thing to go to the ball with a beautiful and gorgeous hat, and to play in the garden.

"It seems that you still need your help, Mr. Madeleine, to make this already beautiful hat the icing on the cake."

"What's the use of looking good, it's durable and durable. I won't believe that Cosette will wear this hat after tomorrow, and maybe I'll dislike it for being too colorful."

Well, this is true, but it is a festival after all, and there is nothing wrong with being colorful.

However, although Madeleine murmured some complaints, his hands were still moving smoothly on the hat. The appearance of a pair of rough hands holding the needle and thread did not look ridiculous, but a little cautious.Carlota pursed her lips when she saw this scene, and didn't mention the door, and sat down directly under Cosette's reception: "Mr. Madeleine."

"Ok?"

"As a father, will you do anything for your daughter?"

"..."

Madeleine didn't answer, but raised his eyes to look at Cosette who ran to the kitchen to get the cookies, and then gave Carlotta another glance as a tacit consent.

"Then, what is the daughter's attitude towards her father's mood?"

"Who knows, this little troublemaker..."

After curling his lips, Madeleine stretched out his hand and fixed the last flower on the hat before he heaved a sigh of relief: "Although I don't know what your family is like, but in our family, I don't think I have always been a qualified father .”

"But you educated Cosette well."

"No, it's not. If I'm qualified, then Cosette shouldn't be like this. She should wear better clothes to the ball and socialize instead of worrying about the whole evening for a hat. But her respect for me I don't really care about her attitude, I just want her to be happy."

"..."

"With all due respect, Miss Carlotta, it's good that your theater has encountered a problem recently, but it's also ridiculous to want an answer from an old man who is about to die."

"Please don't say that, you can live a long life."

Carlotta brought the topic over by the way, the middle-aged man in front of him always has an overly keen sense of things like supernatural or criminal.It's a pity that Madeleine directly opened his mouth and tied Cosette in the kitchen, while he turned around and smiled indifferently at Carlota: "I just want to raise her, marry her, and let her live a happy life .”

"So you are willing to go through fire and water for her, so will she?"

Carlotta reached out and rubbed her temples, but she didn't want to continue this blind alley, so she said directly before Madeleine opened her mouth, "I don't think it's impossible to go through fire and water, but she will still do her best to help you, right?"

Yes, she saw the answer from Madeleine's face, and heard her actual love for her father from Cosette's endless complaints to her father.

There is no difference between them and the real father and daughter, but there is also a big difference.

Carlota smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to take some cookies prepared by Cosette, and said goodbye to the pair of father and daughter who had a complicated but pure relationship. Mr. Door God.

"Good afternoon, Miss Carlota, tomorrow is the last day, let me see how you feel."

lie.

I don't know why these two words popped out of Carlotta's mind. She doesn't know why she always has the feeling of being able to discover his true thoughts about this Mr. Detective, but she can't know more about these so-called "truth" "Thinking" is the side of the great detective who wants himself to believe.

Uh, but this lie sounds good, Carlotta was happy to play dumb: "Really, then you should have already got your seat for tomorrow, right? Is it Box [-]?"

"No, I'm on the stage, an ordinary villager."

Raoul Chaney!You actually made a detective sing an opera!

"Don't show such an expression." Holmes couldn't help smiling when he saw Carlotta's appearance, and after taking two steps forward, he narrowed the distance with her: "I'm fully prepared."

"Like?"

For example?Holmes raised his eyebrows. If he said this at this time, if he hadn't been sure that the soprano in front of him was out of habit, he would definitely think it was a provocation.

But such a soprano is still cute, and she can have the motivation to make him reply to her.

"For example, Miss Carlotta, this is my decision. You'd better not beat Viscount Shani to death. He is innocent. And if you have any doubts, just ask me."

Holmes' voice gradually lowered, and the sense of oppression contained in it made Carlotta take a step back, but was quickly chased by the other party.Carlotta was used to looking into the eyes of people when talking to them, but now she saw a flash of light in those gray eyes.

"I'll be happy to answer that for you, ma'am."

The author has something to say: These two days I have started the end of the semester, and I will move after the end of the semester is over. Maybe the update will not be so stable. Except for 07:30 in the evening, it is all bug hunting. It’s gone, I hope everyone understands ORZ

Jean Valjean had nothing to say to Cosette...I think he really had nothing to say, except that he was a little stubborn, he took her away from that family to raise her, and then he didn't say anything to the lover who rescued her, but he didn't say anything until the end of his life. It was finally forgiven...it was really abusive

In addition, the change in feelings for Lao Fu... emmmm, I don’t know if you still remember the photo of Lota rehearsing Carmen in the data box, where did this photo come from, and how did it come from?What does Lao Fu choose to go back mean?How can he be sure that Lota will open the box first instead of handing these things over to Raoul →v→

In addition, there are various other things. For example, the second time Lao Fu came here happened to be stuck on the day when Lota sent the letter?Think carefully, my dears!