"What are you trying to express?"

Gan Bida frowned, he looked at the young man in front of him, realizing that everything was not as simple as he imagined. He found a seat and sat down, listening quietly to Garian's finish.

While pinching the bread and tearing it carefully, Garion said unhurriedly, "That's right, I did save a person that day, but I didn't know that this person was a revolutionary at the time, but I just saw that he was pitiful and asked a doctor to come to help, so my fornication with the revolutionary party is nonsense at all, and the doctor can testify to it." Besides, the man had left on his own before dawn, and I didn't even know his name, and if this confession was not enough to testify, the veterinarian's words could be used as evidence in court, right? ”

Gan Bi's eyes lit up, his thinking had been led into a misunderstanding before, and he almost had a preconceived idea that Garion was fornicating with the Revolutionary Party, and if he didn't know the identity of the other party at all, then the so-called crime of being a fellow party would not be tenable. Eventually, the Paris Police will lose face in this matter.

Gan Bida smiled slightly and said, "I know, I'll investigate and interview next." ”

A strange thought suddenly came to mind, and the smile of victory that had just appeared on his face faded away, replaced by a serious look. He looked at the young man in front of him who was not alarmed, and even had a hint of illusion. From the time he was arrested and imprisoned, the whole thing was like he was manipulating.

Gan Bida shook his head, denying the absurdity of the idea, the other party was just a peasant from another province, it was impossible for him to be so thoughtful, and he had no motive to do so.

"That's right."

Garion turned his head, looked at Baudelaire beside him, and asked, "I'm a little curious, what are the newspapers saying these two days?" ”

"It's all about your arrest."

Baudelaire wondered why Garion would suddenly bring up the issue, so he honestly said, "Almost everyone is on your side, except Monsieur Sainte-Beuve......"

"Monsieur Sainte-Beuve?"

Garion thought about it for a moment, and it instantly understood. "If I'm not mistaken," he said, "Monsieur Sainte-Beuve should have cursed me to death." ”

Baudelaire touched his nose in embarrassment, anyone could see that this time Sainte-Beuve was a personal vendetta of the Communiqué, and he wrote a counterattack against Garion for stealing his literary column before, and by the way, he wagged his tail to the government of the Third Reich.

Garion clenched his hands into fists, pondered for a moment, and then said softly, "Mr. Baudelaire, did you bring paper and pens?" ”

"Yes."

Gan Bida asked curiously, "But what do you want to do?" ”

"Of course, I can't take advantage of Monsieur Sainte-Beuve's time in prison to distort the facts. I hope to publish a poem dictated by me, rest assured, it won't be a lot of words. ”

"Okay."

Baudelaire, holding back his anger at Sainte-Beuve's arrogance, took the pen and paper from Gambita's hand, and listened intently to what Garion had to say.

Garion looked at the cold bars and said slowly, "The title is 'Refutation of Monsieur Sainte-Beuve, a brazen man of letters.'" ”

"An ugly, cowardly, wretched creature with all the filth."

"You are bitter about Hugo's humility."

"Your love for the poet is full of humility."

"Everything about you is nothing surprising to me, perverted liar!"

"Do you remember the cold look in Hugo's eyes when he kicked you out of the house that day?"

"Despicable clown!"

"On the steps he pushes you by the shoulders and tells you: Sir, don't step through my door again!"

"In your cowardice, I see anger. Sinner! ”

"You betrayed your former best friends and stood on the side of evil at their most desperate."

"You take a sharp knife and plunge into their weak, defenseless underbelly."

"You proudly enjoyed the glory and glory of the academician, and secretly wiped the blood of your colleagues on your hands."

"Your dark soul is full of cowardice, hatred, and disgust."

"I understand, what can such a soul do?"

"And understand the conspiracy that lies behind your contemptible ugly countenance."

"Because, when you see a spider's web, you think of spiders."

"The sight of a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy brings to mind Saint-Beuve."

Originally included in the Complete Works of Hugo, Poetry IV, the great writer Victor Hugo wrote in 1874 to take revenge on Sainte-Beuve, but Garion slightly modified it and used it as a sword for his own counterattack.

He wanted to expose the ugly face of Sainte-Beuve to the world, and he wanted everyone in Paris to know the unknown side behind the French academician.

Baudelaire listened to the last sentence of Garion's words in shock, and took a deep breath. He saw almost all the little secrets behind Sainte-Beuve, and every letter was a sharp sword, piercing the unbearable past that the other party tried to hide - hooking up with Hugo's wife and being expelled from his home by his best friend Hugo, and Napoleon III immediately after pardoning the Republican literati, he immediately betrayed his promise, curried favor with the government and sided with him.

Baudelaire was silent for a moment, then asked, "Do you know what the effect of this psalm may have when it is published?" ”

"I'm well aware. It was for the sake of Edgar Guinet, Victor Schercher, Pierre Leroux, Louis Braun, Armand Barbes, Emile Girardin, and the Republicans who were still in exile and suffering the damage caused by the Third Reich. ”

"They are not defendants, they are not prisoners, they are exiles. They insisted on being loyal to the law as they exercised the power of their compatriots, and then were forced to leave their country. It is not the defenders of the law who need amnesty, but those who subvert it. ”

"In the same way, it is not the exiled poets who insist on justice who are criticized, but the shameless royal literati like Sainte-Beuve!"

Garion's sonorous voice echoed throughout the small, dark room, and the rats that had been hiding in the holes in the walls poked their heads out slightly, carefully watching the three people in front of them.

Baudelaire stacked the poems, slipped them into his pocket, and whispered, "I know what you mean." ”

"It's time, come out quickly."

The prison guard impatiently knocked on the iron door, making a thrilling sound, like a piercing bell, reminding the two people present to leave.

After saying goodbye to Garion, they watched as the man in the cell slowly disappeared into the shadows, and before leaving, he waved at Baudelaire and smiled.

Baudelaire clenched his fists instantly.

As the two were taken out of the cell by the guards and traversed the long, dark corridors, Baudelaire remained silent.

"Tomorrow he will be transferred to a prison in Paris, where conditions are not as good as here. I will try my best to get the judge to improve his environment. ”

"This young man is really more interesting than I imagined."

Gan Bida glanced back at the gloomy corridor behind him, and said slowly, "No wonder you think so highly of him. ‘’

"My friend."

Baudelaire watched as the iron door slowly closed behind him, cutting them off from the long dark hallway. Eventually, all the cacophony returned to a silent calm.

"The older generation can't keep up with the times, and romanticism is the afterglow of the sunset, magnificent but coming to an end."

Baudelaire hit the nail on the head and said, "Perhaps in the future, this young man will become a unique writer in the Parisian literary and artistic circles." ”