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Life at customs was as dull and calm as ever, even giving Garion the illusion of boiling a frog in warm water.

No wonder Zola, who has been writing all day long, shouts that he would rather die if he doesn't write.

The director, who had just sat down in his seat, always had a straight face, threw a stack of papers in front of him and began a new day's work. He pointed at Garion and said in a cold voice, "Young man, you remember, you came here to work. If I see you doing something unrelated to work, fuck me off, you know? ”

Garion smiled and nodded, "I understand, Director. ”

After the "goodwill" admonition, the director turned his head and walked in the direction of the office.

Russell chattered to himself that his wife wanted a noble and beautiful dress, but he had saved francs for a long time, and his original wish to buy a shotgun fell through.

Russell flipped through a page of the newspaper and complained, "To be honest, I might as well read two more articles when I go home and face my wife, but the serialization of 'Tavern' is too slow, and it only takes two articles a week to read it." If you let me know who the author is, I will definitely go to his door and block it! What's even more hateful is that I saw a good poem in Le Figaro before, one called "The Afternoon of the Faun", I don't know who the author was, but my wife has been whispering in my ear for the past few days, if you want to marry, marry a romantic man who can write this kind of poetry. I was so angry that I almost quarreled with her, you say, it's not angry! How can a woman praise other men for their talent in front of her husband. ”

Garion smiled, he didn't expect that even Russell's wife knew about his "Afternoon of the Faun", and sure enough, this was an era of literary and artistic festivals, and suddenly recalled the little bourgeois who longed for high society described in Maupassant's necklace.

"I dreamed of the quiet reception rooms, how the Oriental curtains, how the bronze tall lamps were lit, how two tall waiters in short trousers were sent to do their bidding, and the hot air heater made the two waiters snooze in the large circle chairs. She dreamed of the large living rooms clad in ancient wall robes, the exquisite furniture with porcelain vases of no avail; She dreamed of those delicate and fragrant little parlors, where she would gossip with the literary men who were the envy of the women's world and longed for it. ”

It's a pity that what annoys them is that it is the man who loves to snore and is unkempt when he sleeps next to him, and he is always a contented and happy attitude, which makes the women feel a lot more distressed.

Garion put down his pen, turned to look at his colleague beside him, and said with a smile, "Russell, my friend, tell you, no woman in the world can resist the charm of love poetry, no matter how bad a talented man is, his war horse will always be full of mistress's money bag. This was said by Mr. Balzac. ”

Russell spread his hands gloomily and said, "But I can't write poetry, so what can I do?" ”

"You wait."

Garion took a blank piece of paper, picked up the pen and began to write on it, and a moment later, a poem with beautiful handwriting came to life.

"Here, how about you take a look?"

Russell took the poem, carefully hid behind a pile of papers, and whispered, "When you're old?" ”

Garion looked at him with encouraging eyes and said, "Keep reading." ”

"When you're old, your hair is gray, and you're sleepy."

"Tired of sitting by the fire, take down the book."

"Read slowly, chasing the eyes of the dream."

"Your feminine sparkle and deep glow."

"How many people have loved your short-lived figure."

"I have loved your beauty, with hypocrisy or true affection."

"There is only one who has ever loved the heart of your pilgrim."

"Love the traces of time on your mournful face."

"Bend down by the stove with your eyebrows bowed."

"Mournful and muttered."

"How love passes, and how it steps up the mountains."

"How to hide your face among the stars."

After reading it, Russell took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the young man in front of him, tried his best to suppress his excitement, and whispered, "This poem is so good, I didn't expect you to write poetry even if you were Galyan!" ”

"Shhhhhh

Garion glared at him and continued, "When the time comes, you will buy a few roses for a franc, and then wrap them up and sandwich the love letter in the middle, and she will surely be happy." ”

"Thank you so much, Galion."

Russell held his hand, patted his chest with the other hand and said, "I must invite you to my house for dinner another day!" Anyway, your poetry is so good, did you often pursue girls before? ”

Just as Garian was about to explain, a majestic voice came from above him.

"What are you doing when you're not working? Want to strike? ”

Garion hurriedly raised his head, just in time to meet the director's stereotypical face. He glanced at the white paper on the table with the poems written on it, and reached out to take the white paper.

"Oops."

Russell's face was pale, fearing that the director would be furious when he saw that they were not doing their job.

The director's stern eyes swept the two of them and asked, "Who wrote this poem?" ”

Seeing that no one answered, he repeated it aloud, "I said who wrote this poem?" “

Garion raised his hand very dryly, "I wrote this love poem. ”

The silent face stared at the young man in front of him, and the stereotypical gloom made Russell feel that the end was coming.

But what the director said next surprised him.

"This love poem is well written, you're talented, lad."

Although the director still kept a straight face, his voice softened a lot.

He patted Garion on the shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, copy it and send it to my office." ”

The big stone hanging in Russell's heart finally landed, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the back of the director leaving. Turning his head to look at Garion, the other man still had a breezy look on his face, and winked at him.

Russell said with trepidation, "How did you do that?" It just scared the hell out of me. ”

Garion smiled at him, pouted and said, "I'm sorry, being talented means being able to do whatever you want. ”

Unbeknownst to Garion at this point, danger was approaching him out of sight.

A bloated woman stood at the door of the police station, hesitating for a moment, not knowing whether to step inside.

In the midst of people coming and going, it seems a little special. After thinking about it, she finally gritted her teeth and walked into the police station.

The charm of a thousand francs was far more seductive than his husband's warning.

The woman walked to the reception and whispered, "Sir, I have something to report." ”

"What do you have to report?"

The policeman who received him glanced at him, didn't show much concern, and asked her to sit next to him first.

The woman anxiously took out a wanted list from her bosom and said in a flattering tone, "Sir, I'm here to provide clues, I know where this wanted criminal is." ”