The third more

Because of Garion's disappearance, the whole of Paris exploded. The first to suffer was Zola, and the Paris police repeatedly asked Zola about Galian's whereabouts, but no matter how they asked, the answer they got was that they did not know.

It's not that Zola doesn't want to speak, it's that even he doesn't know where Garion is now. It was as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world, leaving no trace. The lack of one person in the crowded Paris may not be cared for by others, but without one Galion, the literary world has caused quite a stir.

This was followed by visits from literati such as Turgenev and Baudelaire, all of whom were about to break through the threshold. Since Zola was the last person to see Galian, they naturally assumed that only Zola knew where Galian went, but all were disappointed: I really don't know where he went!

With everyone at a loss, Zola can only appeal to Gallian to come back quickly, and the Paris government will not hold you accountable!

And, of course, the hapless Sir Fred, who is said to have not been seen since the incident in which Garrien was an undercover agent for the Revolutionary Party, and at the same time, several members of the Palais Bourbon resigned and were subsequently arrested and imprisoned for various reasons.

No one connects these two seemingly unrelated things. They were still hoping that after the turmoil subsided, Garion would reappear in everyone's sights.

A cruise ship from Dunkirk to the port of Great Britain finally arrived at its destination after more than a month of turbulence, and the young couple disembarked from the port of Dover. Garion first went to the bank and exchanged his francs for pounds. Faced with Great Britain, who was unfamiliar with life and didn't even understand the language, he could only hold Galion's hand and let the man in front of him take him to the unknown destination he fled to.

The previous bank employees saw each other's disdainful expressions, with the innate pride of the old noble. However, when Garion spoke to him fluently in this London accent, the other party's expression instantly turned into surprise, and then he quickly exchanged pounds for him.

Garion exchanged fifty pounds in the bank, he sighed, and said to the woman next to him, "There is no way to exchange cheques from the Banque de France here, so we can only go to London to withdraw the money, and we have wronged you along the way." ”

"It's okay."

Balanchi persevered all the way, and he didn't care for a moment. From a girl who has never taken a step in Paris, to going to London to make a living, only because of Garion's promise.

She remembered the conversation between Garion and the manager just now, and asked curiously, "But why do you speak a fluent London accent?" ”

"Ahh

Galion awkwardly explained, "I had an uncle who spent some time in London and he taught me English. ”

Lady Balanchi was skeptical, but finally believed what Garrien said. Originally, she wanted to rest in Dover for a while after a long journey, and thinking that Garion didn't have enough money on him, she took off her earrings and handed them to the man in front of her.

Garion looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"If you don't have enough money, take this as a treat, it may be worth a few dollars."

Although reluctant, this is the last thing that Madame Balanchi can get her hands on.

Garion smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and clenched the earrings in her hand, and said with a serious expression, "The situation is not bad to this point, I can still go to find a job, I was originally a farmer from the countryside, and finding a job to move things is not a ......"

"Nope."

Mrs. Balanchi shook her head and whispered, "I'd better go find a job to support the family temporarily, your hands are for writing books, not for moving bricks." ”

Garion was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, just said softly, "Let's go." ”

Maitland Park Road, Hampstead, London.

The whole road is surrounded by lush camphor wood, and the two-storey houses on both sides of the road are uniformly designed with triangular gables, with high roofs, protruding eaves, and with axle wheels or fan-shaped bucket arches, and indispensable balconies with porch columns, which can be used to drink tea and read newspapers on the veranda on a sunny day.

Yanni packed her clothes and looked out the window at the gloomy sky.

Seasons in London are always accompanied by constant rain, as if the sun never appears. Even her clothes were drenched and cold, and she was alone at home with her children, looking at the raindrops fluttering outside the window, and sighed. Begin to miss the gentle sunshine of Trier.

After being forced to flee from Germany, it had been a long time since he had written a letter to his family.

Yanni's eyes were fixed on the deserted street, and she saw a pair of young lovers struggling to move forward with an umbrella and two suitcases, and at every place they paused, knocked on the stranger's door, and asked for something, but the owner of the house only shook his head regretfully.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a cold wind was blowing through the streets.

The two were still aimlessly moving forward in the rain, and the man leaned his umbrella against the woman as much as he could, hoping to cover her as much as possible, but he was already half wet.

In the end, the woman was so tired that she couldn't walk, so the man had to let her hold the umbrella, carry two more boxes by himself, and carry her on his back to continue walking.

Seeing this scene, Yanni was moved by compassion. She hurriedly picked up her umbrella and opened the door and walked out. She walked up to the two strangers, only to see that their clothes had been soaked by the rain, and the woman on their backs had been frozen to a pale face and shivering.

And the man carrying him on his back seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength under the cold rain.

Yanni said with concern, "Come in and take shelter from the rain." ”

The young man glanced hesitantly at the woman on his back, and recently squeezed out a tired and reluctant smile, and said, "Thank you, kind lady. ”

Yanni helped the man carry the box and returned to No. 10's residence. As soon as he entered the room and put the person on his back on the chair, he appeared to be tired and slumped on the ground, but fortunately he held on to the chair and did not fall.

The kind female owner handed the man a towel, and after the other party took the towel, he carefully dried the woman's hair, she wanted to take it and wipe her hair herself, but the man pulled her hand away and said softly, "Don't move, I'll help you wipe it." ”

Yanni served hot tea to the two, looked at the loving couple, and asked curiously, "Listen to your accent, are you French?" ”

"Hmm."

The man explained in a whisper, "We are lovers who have fled from Paris, looking for a house to settle in, who suddenly encountered a torrential rain and disturbed us, ma'am." ”

"No wonder, poor man."

Thinking of her own experience, Yanni felt sympathy for the couple in front of her, she said, "You are lucky, there is a house for rent next door, and I happen to have some friendship with the owner of the house." You can let him rent it to you cheaper. You change your clothes first, and I'll take you there when the rain stops. ”

Hearing the good news, the man looked happy, and quickly nodded and said, "Thank you, madam." By the way, to introduce myself, my name is Leo Trotsky. ”

Then he pointed to the woman next to him and said, "This is my wife, Audrey Hepburn." ”

And the female owner smiled and said, "My name is Yanni, and it's nice to meet you." ”