The elegant man held a cup of coffee, looked at the two people in front of him with a smile, realized his gaffe just now, and quickly explained, "I also happened to know Mr. Flaubert, and I heard you mention him, so I asked out of curiosity." ”

He stretched out his hand, smiled, and said, "I just forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jules Verne." ”

Hearing this name, Zola was still at a loss and at a loss. Garion, who was sitting opposite, said directly, "Mr. Verne? Wait, didn't you travel to England and Scotland with Iñar? ”

Garian vaguely remembers a third episode of Verne's facial nerve palsy after the premiere of "Mr. Gorilla" in February 1858. After his recovery, Verne traveled with the composer Iñar to England and Scotland, and later wrote about Scottish landscapes in The Beautiful Underworld and Green Light.

"Oh? Do you know me? ”

Verne said curiously, "Yes, I traveled all year last year in Scotland and England, and I just came back at the beginning of the year and wrote a book of Travels in England and Scotland. Who are the two of you? ”

"My name is Garion, and sitting across from me is Emile Zola. We are all writers. ”

"Your name is Garion?"

Verne seemed to have heard the name somewhere, and then as if he had thought of something, he said in surprise, "Wait, are you the same Mr. Garion who wrote "1984"?" ”

Garion was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that even Verne knew his name.

Then Zola whispered into Galian's ear and asked, "Who is this Mr. Verne?" ”

Forehead......

Garion was stunned for a moment, he could not explain that this was the future father of science fiction, he scratched his head, and had to explain in a different way, "Monsieur Verne is a famous screenwriter and a friend of Monsieur Dumas. ”

At this time, Verne was still working on the screenplay, determined to be a great screenwriter, and by the time he wrote the science fiction novel "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", it was already after 1866.

And the most powerful thing about Verne is that he boldly predicted in the book that there will be airplanes, submarines, rockets, televisions, helicopters, elevators, and missiles in the future world.

These predictions also became a reality a hundred years later.

"Monsieur Dumas, that was a long time ago, almost eleven years now."

Verne said with emotion, as if reminiscing about the past, "At that time, we founded the Singles Eleven, and it was an honor to have the guidance of Monsieur Dumas during that time, and I will only go down this path later." By the way, what you just discussed, are you going to visit Flaubert? ”

"Yes."

Zola put down his utensils and said, "We are going to visit Monsieur Flaubert, but what about Monsieur Verne?" ”

Verne finished his last sip of coffee and hurriedly said, "Then I'll go with you, anyway, I just happened to be in Rouen to visit Flaubert, I don't know how he is doing?" ”

"Mr. Flaubert may have been depressed for a while after breaking up with Madame Collas......

However, his casual remarks aroused Verne's interest, and he asked, "What happened between Flaubert and Madame Gaulai?" ”

Garion glanced at the other party, pouted and said, "Mr. Verne, why are you so gossipy?" ”

"Hahahaha, okay, okay, I don't ask."

This time, Verne obediently kept his mouth shut, and when Zola and Galian had finished their lunch, the three of them prepared to visit each other together.

Garion briefly explains why he was present in Rouen, and when Verne hears that the Paris police have framed him on trumped-up charges and banished him from Paris, he becomes indignant.

"These damn Imperial lackeys, what are they going to do but frame them! One day, we will be like the world in 1984, where everyone lives under the watchful eye of a repressive regime and has no freedom at all. By the way, how is the finale of "1984"? I haven't been watching it since I stopped watching. ”

Garion paused and said to him, "The 1984 serialization has been seized by the Paris authorities. ”

Verne showed a look of regret and shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity that this novel can be written, if it can be finished, His Excellency Garion must also have a place in the Parisian literary and artistic circles." ”

As they were chatting about the topic, a rough voice interrupted their conversation.

"Get out of here, filthy beggar, don't touch my clothes with your hands."

Garion looked up and saw the dissatisfiedly frown of a noblely dressed man in front of him, reprimanding the shabby-dressed girl in front of him, with a high-minded posture of the great bourgeois exploiter.

The girl was frightened, and quickly let go of her hand, grabbing the corners of her clothes with both hands, like a panicked rabbit stepping into a trap.

The man twisted the paper in his hand into a ball, threw it on the ground, and then stepped on it again before walking away, scolding and saying as he walked, "These damn low-end inferior people, what's the difference between them and garbage." ”

Seeing that the other party didn't bother her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and when she saw the servant standing in front of her, she hurriedly handed the flyer in her hand to Zola, who was on the far right, and whispered timidly, "I beg you gentlemen to take a look at our leaflets, just take a look, it won't waste much of your time." ”

"Oh? What is it? ”

Zola took the flyer and found it to be about a school fundraiser.

The girl said in a sincere tone, "I hope that the good Samaritans can help so that these children who cannot afford to go to school can have the right to education, pity them, donating a few francs is just the money for your meal, but it is true that they have the only chance to change their fate." ”

Garian put down the suitcase, he was holding the leaflets, the handwriting on them was still dry, and the stack of leaflets she was holding were all written with a pen. He glanced at the blisters on the girl's index finger and the black oil-stained nails, and asked in a low voice, "Is this your handwritten flyer?" ”

The girl shook her head, her golden hair turning from side to side like a rattle, and she said, "It's not just me, it's a few of us in the Rouen Workers' Union who wrote it overnight, and because of lack of funds, we can only have a few people who can write copy it." These donations are real, and if you gentlemen want to raise donations, I can take you to the workers' association. ”

Garion didn't speak, but the zealous Verne said directly, "You take us to the workers' association, we are willing to donate." ”

Hearing that the three of them agreed to the request, the girl cracked her mouth and smiled, and the cowardice just now was swept away. She bowed and said excitedly, "Thank you, three kind people." ”

Zola flipped through the handwritten leaflet and asked curiously, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

The girl raised her hand and brushed the golden hair from her forehead behind the base of her ear, revealing her delicate features, and the high bridge of her nose was like a muse created by Rodin's hands himself.

She blinked, a shy smile on her face.

A simple long dress with patches, and dirty ink on the face, it is difficult to hide the brilliance and beauty on the face.

Faced with the young man who asked for her name, the girl plucked up her courage and whispered, "My name is Nana." ”