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"It's you!"

The words came out of the mouths of Garion and Baudelaire almost at the same time, and their eyes widened in surprise as they looked at each other.

The scene of the first meeting also passed through his mind quickly, and it was no wonder that Garian felt so familiar when he first saw Baudelaire that day, it turned out that he was the father of French symbolism and poetry.

Baudelaire on the other side was even more like an avalanche, all kinds of speculations and speculations before turned into a big joke, and he also analyzed the character traits of the two poets in a matter-of-fact manner. But who would have thought that two poets with completely different styles would be the same person.

That's embarrassing.

He had always referred to G and Garion as the twin walls of poetry, and although the strokes of the pen were diametrically opposed, they had the same amazing literary attainments.

However, when the naked ~ naked truth stands in front of him, it is unacceptable.

In Baudelaire's mind, G was a radical revolutionary poet, with a sharp tip like a revolutionary guillotine blade, piercing the dark canopy and letting the dawn gush out and illuminate France sleeping in the darkness.

He was a beacon in the long dark night, guiding the revolutionaries in the right direction.

Garion's writing, on the other hand, is more like a wandering soul wandering through the Renaissance era, a wandering poet with his fingertips touching the church frescoes. "The Afternoon of the Faun" does not have the words of moaning without illness, and you can feel the elegance that comes to your face.

In any case, he could not connect two very different people in writing. He glanced at Turgenev beside him, and the other party happened to look at him, also with an unbelievable look.

Both of them couldn't believe that "The Afternoon of the Faun" and "Answer" were actually the same author.

"What's wrong? Lord Baudelaire, do you know Galion? Didn't you say you'd never met before? ”

Looking at the embarrassed looks of the four eyes, George Sand hurriedly came up to play a round, but she guessed from the different expressions of the three that there was a secret between the three that could not be said.

"Ahem."

Baudelaire withdrew his gaze from Garion, and after a pause, he introduced to the curious crowd, "Let me introduce you, this is the author of "Afternoon of the Faun", Garion. ”

Dumas laughed and said, "Of course we know, we don't need you to explain." We want to know what shady deals you have behind your scenes. ”

"One more thing."

Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, he paused, changed to a serious expression, and said seriously, "At the same time, he is also the author of two revolutionary poems, "Answer" and "One Generation". ”

As soon as these words came out, the living room where there was a lot of talk and laughter suddenly fell silent.

Verlaine and Alexandre Dumas' smiles stiffened on their faces.

Everyone present looked at the young man in front of them with surprise or suspicion. It just so happened that Baudelaire's three poems were in the limelight, so they had all heard them, but they never thought that these three poems were poems with very different styles, and they were actually written by the same author.

It's an eye-opener.

Although Baudelaire swore the truth, Dumas still did not believe it, and he asked the other party, "Wait, you say that he is the author of "Answer" and "Generation", but did you not copy these two poems from the wall?" ”

"I copied it from the wall, but I saw the original author writing the poem."

Regarding Dumas's questioning, Baudelaire told everyone the details of that day. And Garion also stepped forward to confirm what happened that day.

The group in the room was silent, the two high-level poems were played by the other at will, and Garion didn't need to pace back and forth in the room like a poet in childbirth, racking his brains to think.

"What an eye-opening young man."

Michelle patted Baudelaire on the shoulder and whispered, "Congratulations to Baudelaire, it seems that you have unearthed a treasure this time." ”

Dumas shook his head, he didn't agree with Baudelaire. The styles of the two poems are so different that it is simply impossible for the same person to write both styles.

George Sand quipped, "Mr. Michelle, congratulations to Michelle Publishers on another spring." ”

She hinted at the businessman's omniscaping attitude, drawing a smile from everyone.

"Hahahaha."

After a brief period of surprise, the salon returned to its previous lively atmosphere.

"Honestly, Mr. Gallian, you're really impressive! It's been a long time since there has been a genius like you in the French poetry scene, and after Colley broke up with Flaubert, it seems that talent and inspiration have gone with him. Baudelaire has found a good successor for us old people this time. ”

George Sand smiled, kept an ambiguous distance from Garion, and said softly, "A young man like you is the hope for the future of the French literary world. ”

Garion stepped back slightly, keeping a polite safe distance, and replied in a watertight manner, "Thank you Lady George Sand for your concern, and I will consult with Lady Georgesand about poetry and literature when I have time." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Galyan. Norton Manor is ready to welcome you. ”

George Sand covered her mouth and smiled, her gaze resting on Garion for a moment before slowly shifting away.

There is a beautiful skin bag with a thousand laws, and there is no interesting soul in a thousand, so she chooses a good-looking and interesting person.

Baudelaire then introduced the polite man standing beside him, and he said, "Introduction, this is Mr. Turgenev." ”

Turgenev shook Gallián's hand generously and said, "Monsieur Baudelaire has been mentioning you to me in the past few days, and it seems that a new star will rise in the French literary world." ”

"Turgenev?"

Zola didn't show any particular emotion, yet Garion suddenly frowned.

For he remembered the Russian notebook he had picked up earlier, and although he was familiar with one or two of its sentences, now that he thought about it, it seemed to be from Turgenev's prose.

Wait a minute.

Could it be that the person who hit himself that day was Turgenev?

Thinking of this, he took out his notebook from his arms and handed it to the other party. "By the way, I don't think this thing belongs to Mr. Turgenev." ”

Garion pulled out a notebook from his bosom and handed it to the tall Russian man in front of him.

"Book?"

Turgenev suddenly thought of the lost notebook, and quickly took the notebook ecstatically, and quickly opened it a few times, and was sure that it was the notebook he had lost, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Turgenev turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Wait, why did I accidentally lose the notebook in Mr. Garion's hand?" ”

Garion blinked, and said mysteriously, "Please think about it, Mr. Turgenev, did you bump into someone on the street the day you lost your notebook?" Maybe it was at that time that I accidentally dropped the book. ”

Turgenev patted his head and suddenly remembered that he had collided with a strange figure that day. At this time, he looked at the other party with incredulous eyes, and said in surprise, "You are the person who was hit?" ”

Garion smiled and said, "Probably this is fate, wonderful. ”