Gan Bida had just finished a day's work and dragged his tired figure back to the office. He rubbed his dry eyes and looked down at the leather he wore on his feet covered in dust and mud.

The setting sun stretched his shadow infinitely, and the last rays of light gradually disappeared, and he and the shadow merged into the dark world.

The day's running had exhausted him. Now I just want to go back to my room and have a good rest. Recently, he has been promoting the concept of law to workers, but with little success.

Since the establishment of the Second Empire, the constitution has to some extent lost its authority and has become a dead letter.

Gan Bida is just a lawyer, and the only weapon he has is the law.

When he walked through the deserted street and came to the door of the office, he saw Baudelaire standing at the door, looking in the direction of the street from time to time, looking a little anxious. When he saw Gan Bida's figure, he hurriedly beckoned in the direction of the oncoming man.

Gan Bida chuckled in his heart, feeling that the situation was not good. Hurriedly walked over, looked up and down at his friend with an anxious face, and asked, "What happened?" ”

Baudelaire, who had been waiting for a long time, shook his head and sighed, "It's hard to put into words. ”

"Let's talk about it first."

Gambida opened the door and let Baudelaire into his office to rest.

Then he put down his briefcase and made him a cup of coffee.

It's not a big office, but it's full of papers. Baudelaire had to be careful to avoid them by pulling the corners of his clothes when he walked, lest he accidentally knock them over.

"Let's have a cup of coffee first."

The steaming coffee was handed to Baudelaire, and he took a sip, a bitter warm current ran down his throat, and the aroma of the coffee on the tip of the tongue filled the taste buds like a refreshing one.

Baudelaire regained his energy slightly.

Gambida pulled out his chair and sat down, waiting for his guest to speak.

Baudelaire put down his glass and said to Gan Bida with a serious expression, "I have a friend who may be entangled in a lawsuit right now and wants to hire you as his defense lawyer. ”

"What's going on?"

Gan Bida restrained his expression and listened to him carefully.

Baudelaire organized his vocabulary and said slowly, "He was arrested by the police on charges of fornicating with the Republican Revolutionary Party. There is a high chance that you will be prosecuted by the authorities, so I would like you to act as a defense lawyer for the other side. He is the author of the poem "Answer", and his real name is Galion. ”

"Wait, why are you involved with the Revolutionary Party again?"

After listening to the narration, Gan Bida frowned and said slowly, "Then again, have you forgotten the political amnesty of Napoleon III last year, Your Excellency Baudelaire. ”

Gan Bida held his forehead weakly, this time his friend finally had a problem. When it comes to the Revolutionary Party, the French government authorities will attach great importance to it.

The exiled republican literati were finally pardoned and returned to the country one after another, not wanting another tragedy of the same magnitude.

"We certainly remember what Louis Bonaparte did, and that the fact that he pardoned the republicans does not mean that we will forgive him."

"We will never forgive the tragic expulsion eight years ago. But for now, at least we should have a social conscience, and not be as brazen as the smugglers of Sainte-Beuve and Mérimée. ”

Baudelaire will never forget that at the time of the republican exile, Mérimée openly expressed his epistolary opinion: "Our reds have been beaten so hard that the somewhat implicated commotioners will in the future force them to be quiet in their homes." The beating was violent, and hopefully people will remember it. I have never seen more grief than in this wretched country that prides itself on its own civilization, where people are worried about the gendarmes, who read religions, who kill people in black dresses, all under the pretext of politics. A friend of mine who behaved rudely once said that he was distressed to see so much human-like waste roaming the streets of his own country. ”

These views were in line with the situation and led to Mérimée's promotion to the rank of Officer of the Legion of Honor on January 21, 1852.

As for Sainte-Beuve, who, after returning from exile, turned his article to the conservative Herald, he explained to Lacretale that "all newspapers should be in step with the government, especially when it is obliged to do so, and calmness enables us to perpetuate our literary tradition." ”

He then received a chair in Latin poetry at the public school and an associate professor at the École Normale Supérieure.

Both of them, without exception, showed the shameless face that "it is the greatest honor to be a lackey of the Bonapartist faction".

"Are you sure? If he is convicted of fornicating with the Revolutionary Party, the worst possible scenario is to go to prison or be expelled from Paris. ”

Gan Bi was more unbearable, he took a deep breath, ready to take this hot potato.

"But I'm going to meet with him and get the details out before I make a decision."

Gan Bi's big fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop, his brows furrowed. Naturally, his friend's request would not be refused, let alone when it came to the republican issue.

From the moment he practiced as a lawyer, he swore that down with Bonaparte, long live the republic.

Baudelaire bowed deeply to him and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, my friend." ”

"I just don't quite understand, why are you so attached to this person?" Is it just because of talent? ”

"Aren't our attachments the same?"

Baudelaire stood up, and he walked over to the wall, a copy of Delacroix's famous painting, Liberty Leading the People.

The woman holding high the tricolor and the goddess of freedom, standing at the top, is leading the revolutionary ranks of workers and intellectuals to advance bravely. The dramatic effect of intense light and shadow, combined with the rich and fiery colors and dynamic composition, creates a strong, tense and passionate atmosphere, giving the painting a lively and exciting power.

The setting sun shines through the windows on the paintings, and the figures on the paintings shine brightly in the soft light.

As if the dawn of victory was beckoning to them.

Throughout, this masterpiece of Romanticism inspired the French people to move forward. It also inspires all the revolutionaries who have come and gone.

In 1830, the restored Bourbon King Louis XVIII dissolved Parliament, restricting the people's right to vote and freedom of the press. Angry Parisians took up arms at the call and went to the barricades to fight for the overthrow of the restored Bourbon dynasty, finally capturing the royal palace and disappearing from the history of France.

The painter Delacroix recorded the sacred and solemn scene in oil paint.

Baudelaire stared at the Statue of Liberty on the oil painting and said with deep feeling, "A literati can be cowardly and cowardly, they can turn a blind eye, but they can't wave the flag for darkness, they can't be shameless, they can't have no conscience." ”

Baudelaire bowed his head and said, "This is not my personal request, but the accountability of justice and conscience of the whole society." I'd rather stand in front of a shameless literati scolding than kneel and sing an ode to a dictatorial emperor. ”