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Zola read the chapters of Sainte-Beuve's comments in the presence of Galion.

"Since the ban on The Flower of Evil and the death of Muse, the poetry world has been dead, and we are all careful not to be hurt by the 'shackles' that suppress freedom. "Afternoon of the Faun" is like a clear stream, injecting a breath of vitality into the dreary Paris...... Perhaps, like the goddess Pan An incarnated in the poem, we yearn for the freedom of incarnating in the image of the goddess. This is a rebellion against the dull atmosphere, but also a noble pursuit beyond the power of the power...... The fusion of poetry and music is used to express a free spirit of fantasy and pursuit......"

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When Zola finished reading this review, Garion held his forehead helplessly, he finally knew what it meant to overinterpret. Sainte-Beuve was so fond of adding drama to himself that he poured into this reading comprehension question what was not at all his own.

No wonder he finally couldn't hold back his jealousy, tore his face with Hugo, and let the great writer remember this man who betrayed him forever in the name of hatred.

Even sixty years after the end of the French Revolution, sacred liberty was still a taboo word in the eyes of the French authorities that stirred the nerves of the government, because the republicans liked to challenge the authority of the Bonapartists in the name of freedom, and Sainte-Beuve's over-understanding was tantamount to creating a delusion in the French literary circles.

Let them think that Garion is a fighter against dictatorship.

But in fact, he was just a literati who cheated on manuscript fees, not to mention that he did not want to be expelled by the Bonaparte government like Hugo, and hid in Brussels for more than ten years until the end of the Franco-Prussian War.

Mrs. Florent, who was on the sidelines, swept away her previous disdain and replaced it with a cautious gaze. She was ashamed of the previous ridicule, she didn't expect Garion to be appreciated by Monsieur Sainte-Beuve so quickly!

However, what Garion said next made Mrs. Ferrorand stunned on the spot.

Gallian remembered Mr. Michel's words, and hurriedly said to Zola, "By the way, Mr. Michel said that the beginning of the novel you submitted has been reviewed and will be serialized in Le Figaro at the price of 25 thousand words, you can prepare this book, I am very optimistic about your "Bistro". ”

Zola and Mrs. Florand widened their eyes at the same time, looking at him with a look of disbelief.

After a brief moment of distraction on Zola's face, he looked at Garion with excitement and repeated what he had just said.

"You mean serialize my novel for twenty-five francs for a thousand words? In Le Figaro? ”

"Yes."

Garion nodded and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Zola. ”

This time, even Madame de Ferroland felt in a trance, and the person who had been ridiculed and satirized by herself before actually began to serialize the novel in the newspaper.

"Oh my God, thank God."

Zola excitedly gave Garion a hug, his eyebrows fluttering to express his excitement, "Thank you for the idea, my friend." I really didn't expect to be able to serialize a novel in Le Figaro, it was like a dream. ”

He suddenly remembered something and said to Garion, "By the way, do you have anything to do tomorrow?" ”

"Tomorrow?"

Garion thought for a moment and said cautiously, "It's nothing, what's wrong?" ”

"I want you to accompany me to the library, I'm looking for some materials."

Garion said sincerely, "No problem. ”

Zola was now busy going back to the next chapters, and after saying goodbye to Garion in a hurry, he went back to writing the next chapters.

After dinner, Garion also said goodbye to Mrs. Ferrorand, and the landlord changed his previous disdain for Garion's literary creations and began to respect him.

Early the next morning, the street of St. Anthony, which had been sleeping all night, began to be noisy. The workers rubbed their sleepy eyes and walked in the direction of the factory.

The people who are struggling in the mud at the bottom of the pyramids of Paris begin a new day of exploitation.

Garion had just opened his eyes from his sleep, stretched, and rubbed his uncomfortable nose. As the climate warmed up, the air in the room began to slowly become moister, and he walked over to the windowsill and pushed open the window, blowing out the musty smell and moisture that filled the room.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, and Garion opened the door to see Zola standing in the doorway. The other party has already changed his clothes and is ready to go out.

He said to Garion, "Good morning, Garion. ”

"Good morning, but you wait a minute."

Garion changed his clothes and followed Zola out the door.

The shoe-shining children set up their tools, the streets were filled with the smell of sesame oil and leather, and as the temperature warmed up, the streets of Paris gradually became lively, and many beautiful horse-drawn carriages slowly passed by the crowded streets.

The girl who sells flowers hurriedly walks down the street with a basket of flowers, selling the faint tulips in her hand to the men passing by.

Garion spoke to Zola as he walked out. As he walked out of the dark alley and was about to turn into the street, he was greeted by a hurried figure who accidentally bumped him on the shoulder.

With a sudden impact, Garion took two steps back, frowning disapprehensively.

The other party just took off his hat slightly to apologize, and then hurried forward.

On the crowded street, he didn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he seemed to see him wearing a pair of small borderless gold wire frames.

Originally, Garion didn't pay attention to this little episode, he was about to continue walking, when suddenly he felt a foot on something, he looked down, just in time to see a notebook with a black cover, with half a gray-white footprint on it.

Garian crouched down and picked up his notebook. He looked back, and by this time the figure had long since disappeared around the corner, and it was too late to catch up with the other party.

At this time, Zola also happened to see Garion's actions, stopped and asked, "What's wrong, Galion?" ”

Garion dusted off his notebook and opened it as he said, "Hmm...... This notebook seems to have been dropped by the gentleman just now, but he has already walked away......"

He casually flipped through a few pages with his hands, and the words on them caught his interest.

It was not French, but Russian.

Fortunately, he had learned Russian before crossing over, and Garion could still read the words, and he said intermittently, "I plunged headlong into the French ocean, and let it wash away my filth and give me a new lease of life." When I finally surfaced its waves, I felt like I had become a Western Europeanist and an unwavering love of freedom......"

Well?

His movements stopped, like a reef standing in the midst of a crowd, and he fell into deep thought.

The crowds of people who come and go, have nothing to do with him.

Looking at his strange expression, Zola asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?" ”

Garion pointed to the Russian text on it and said hesitantly, "I just think this sentence...... Where do you think you've seen it? ”