After the necklace misunderstanding was cleared up, Adei accepted Balanchi's gracious invitation and often dined at Garion's house.

The two, who had met like feuds before, were now like a pair of sisters who had a good relationship and were inseparable, and began to hold hands and meet in London to go shopping and buy cosmetics and clothes. Every time Baranchi sends back a bill, Garion feels like he's not breathing, and he needs a quick-fix pill to control his emotions.

However, Balanchi became more and more fond of Alde, and the two women in a foreign country began to sympathize with each other, and became more harmonious, treating her as their little sister.

What made him even more speechless was that before every time he went to bed, Balanchi would whisper in his ear and make some ambiguous hints, such as half-jokingly saying that it would be best if she could let Arda stay and be her sister.

This sentence made him feel creepy, could it be that this was instigating himself to let future generations also give Garion a label of playing with a sister-in-law?

Every time he mentioned this, Garian urged Balanchi to go to bed and not think about it. And Balanchi pursed his lips very dissatisfied, and said disdainfully, "A man with a thief's heart but not a thief's guts, it wasn't like this when you were looking for me. Why are you so timid as a mouse now? Have you met true love? ”

Garion defended, "Eh, when I was looking for you, didn't you have big breasts, is it wrong for men to like women with big breasts?" ”

Balanchi blushed, slapped his chest, and said with a smile, "Rascal." ”

Because of getting to know Garion, Alde's life in London began to be enriched, and Hugo even saw a long-lost smile on her face. Because of Hugo's previous vigorous cheating incident, his relationship with his daughter has not been good, which is why he lives in Jersey and separates from Alde. This time, it was also to participate in the next banquet held by the royal family, so he temporarily lived in his daughter's house.

So Hugo asks if his daughter has done anything good lately, but Ardai just smiles and shakes her head.

"No," she says, "I happened to have some interesting friends in Paris recently. ”

"Friends? Is it a man? ”

"yes."

Hugo put down the newspaper with a slightly surprised expression. It has been two years since Aldai followed her to London, and she has never heard of any friends she has made with her withdrawn personality, and now she suddenly says that she has friends, and even Hugo is aroused by curiosity. Before, he had been privately worried that Aldi would not be able to get married, but now it seems that there is hope.

"What kind of friend is it?"

"He was a man of letters."

"A writer who has recently become popular in the Parisian literary scene, and which I met by chance. Well, he's excellent. I can write works that we women also like. ”

Hugo, who was a father and a literati, felt a sour feeling in his heart, and still asked with a smile on his face, "Can't your father's works make you feel admired?" ”

"No, your work is not of the same type as his writing, father."

Ardai corrected word by word and said, "Your style is always very heavy, and it is very cumbersome, and I can't stand a lot of writing scenes, but he can't." Moreover, he is also very handsome. ”

Hugo was a little embarrassed, and the manuscript was settled according to the number of words, so she didn't have enough plot to write the scene.

But he was also very curious and asked, "Oh? So what's his name? It must be not easy for a man to be so praised by my daughter, and if I could, I would like to meet him. Maybe in the future, I can invite him to our house as a father-in-law... Alde, I have to say a few more words, you're not too young..."

Aldai blushed and said in a coquettish voice, "What nonsense, father. ”

"Oh yes, his name is ......"

Before Adei could finish speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Hugo stopped the conversation and stood up to open the door.

The closed wooden door was opened, and the gray streetscape of London was revealed to him, and the two abrupt figures now looked at the two visitors standing in front of him with a surprised expression, and even thought that he was dizzy and had seen the wrong person. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not mistaken, and the person in front of him was indeed an old friend he hadn't seen for nearly ten years.

Alexandre Dumas and Baudelaire, who had come all the way from Paris, stood in front of Hugo. A dusty look.

"You ...... How did it come? Was it also driven out by the Bonaparte government? ”

Baudelaire smiled wryly and said, "My old friend, it's hard to put into words. ”

"Come on in."

Hugo hurriedly invited the two into the house, and looking at the complicated expressions on the faces of the two of them, he also guessed that something big was wrong. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come all the way here. He also noticed that the two of them only brought a small suitcase, and the premonitions and speculations in his heart were even stronger.

Something is definitely wrong.

He invited them into the house and asked his daughter to get up and go to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for the two guests.

The three of them sat down, and Baudelaire was the first to speak, "I have come to London this time with an uninvited invitation to learn about a man of letters who had fled from Paris, and his name was Garion. ”

"Galion?"

Hugo muttered and repeated, and he suddenly remembered the young man that Gautier had mentioned to him before, and it suddenly dawned on him. Hurriedly said, "I know this person, what's wrong?" Did he flee to London? ”

"Hmm."

Baudelaire said palely, "We have come all the way to find his whereabouts. When Garien left, almost half of Paris was involved, and the French government was also looking for his whereabouts, hoping that the other party would return. ”

"Wait, wasn't he expelled from the country by the government of Paris?"

Hugo was confused and didn't quite understand what was going on.

"No, in fact Napoleon the Younger wanted him to return to Paris."

Hugo said in surprise, "But isn't he a revolutionary?" ”

Baudelaire shook his head and said, "The situation here is very complicated, and I won't be able to explain it for a while, and the purpose of our visit to London this time is to find her." ”

Ardai listened to the discussion between the three of them while brewing coffee. She was also curious about the man named Garion, and appeared at the kitchen and living room doors with a cup in her hand, wanting to know more.

Baudelaire continued, "It is said that now Garion has changed his name and is beginning to mingle with the literary world of London under a new identity. If it weren't for Dickens's letter, we really don't know that he was now hidden in London. I didn't come to find him for anything, just to make sure that Garian was there. ”

Hearing this, Aldai pricked up her ears to hear who this powerful revolutionary poet really was.

Apparently Hugo was also shocked by Baudelaire's news, he had some associations in his heart, but he was not sure, so he asked tentatively, "Then what is the name of Garion, who you said anonymously, is now in London?" ”

"I heard that it was changed to a Russian name."

Alde's heart tightened, and when she spoke of the Russians and the new author of fame, she already thought of the man she had been with on these two Mondays, the well-mannered but sharp-spoken young man.

Like the shining sun, and the man of his charming heather pipe, it is fascinating.

Alde's heart was pounding, she was a little expecting the other party to say that name, but she was afraid that he would say it. The next quiet sentence in French, like a thunderstorm falling on a sunny day, was torn apart with the crisp sound of the teacup in Alde's hand falling to the ground.

Alde's face was pale and in a trance.

"His current name is Trotsky."