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The long street paved with the setting sun, and the whip-wielding carriage staggered forward. The soft light, accompanied by the gentle breeze blowing in the face, renders the passengers sitting on the roof of the public carriage into an oil painting of Cézanne. The clear blue sky is punctuated in a colorful color by the sunset glow.

The night, dotted with bright stars, gradually climbed over Paris.

Garion squinted at the long street where the crowd began to dissipate, the lit kerosene lamps began to replace the gentle glow of the sun, and the shops hung wooden signs that were closed, swaying gently in the wind. The crowd on the roof of the car showed a tired posture, tilted their heads against the car, and took a light nap.

The ticket price of the Paris public carriage is divided into inside the carriage and on the roof, the price of the carriage is 0.3 francs per person, and the price of the roof is half cheaper.

Get off the bus on St. Anthony's Street and head to your accommodation. As he passed by the bulletin board, he noticed that there were several new wanted lists on it, and the smell of fresh paste was in the air. He paused slightly, narrowing his eyes when he saw the portrait on it.

As soon as Blanqui walked on the front foot, the Paris police began to post wanted notices on the streets of Paris. The Paris police department is running faster than he expected.

But Blanqui should have fled Paris by now, and his next stop should be London in search of exiled revolutionaries.

Maybe talk to Marx too?

While thinking wildly, on the other side he had already walked to the door, and Garion took out the key and opened the door. Then walk in the direction of home. As soon as he stepped up the last step, he saw a familiar figure standing in the doorway.

Zola, with a gloomy expression, stood at the door, waiting for Garion's arrival.

"Zola? How are you standing here? ”

Garion walked up to him, his eyes were on the white paper in the other party's hand, he saw the wanted list in his left hand, he understood something in his heart, directly inserted the key into the door hole, opened the door and said, "If you have something to say, come in and say." ”

Zola followed Garion into his room, and before he had time to clean up the dishes he had eaten in the morning, Zola stood in front of him, put the wanted list on the table, and said slowly, "The man you saved yesterday is Blanqui, a wanted revolutionary. ”

"I know."

Garion put down his briefcase, took a sip of water from his cup, and said slowly, "And I am also the leader of the revolutionary party who is wanted for a thousand francs, at least I still have a conscience, and I will not betray the future of France for a thousand francs." ”

"I wonder now if you are a so-called revolutionary party?"

Zola looked at him and said word for word, "Because I don't deal with Jacobin-like people, I supported him last night because I ......"

Garion asked rhetorically, "Is it because you think he's an exiled republican?" ”

Zola nodded, and in his eyes, the revolutionary party was a group of conspirators, rioters, who would stop at all for the sake of their ends. Especially behind Blanqui's accumulated criminal record, there is a web of blood and conspiracy.

Garion pointed at himself and asked, "Do you think I look like Robespierre, a murderer?" I was just a peasant who had come from the provinces to find a job to make ends meet, and I could not command the September Massacre and the Jacobin dictatorship. ”

"Then why are you helping him?"

Zola further asked, "Although I don't like the Bonapartists, it doesn't mean that I want to agree with the ideas of the Radical Revolutionary Party, and even without them, France would have a democratic republican future, because we still have republicans." If I didn't know ...... last night"

Zola's voice grew faint as he saw Garion look at him with a cold look.

Hearing the republicans, Garian finally couldn't help himself. He never expected Hugo's republicans to rely on parliamentary protests and literati cannons, even when the Third Republic was established in 1870, nine out of ten members of the original Revolutionary Leadership Council led the way for Bismarck.

"Do you think the revolution is a dinner party? It is not a fuss, it is not an oil painting, it cannot be so elegant, so calm, so polite, so gentle and courteous. A revolution is an insurrection, a violent act by which a class overthrows a class! A bloody revolution! ”

Garion stood up suddenly, looking directly at Zola in front of him with a height of nearly one meter eight, and he said in a deep voice, "Maybe you haven't seen the situation clearly, His Majesty Napoleon in the mouth of the French people has lost the support of the original class." He was beginning to throw an olive branch to the Socialist Party, because of the Italian war, he had lost the support of Catholics. So he'll start to loosen his grip on speech. ”

On November 24, 1860, he allowed the Senate and the Legislative Council to move and freely discuss his speech; Newspapers may publish the debates of the National Assembly.

For he had to rely on the press to counter the growing Catholic opposition to the Emperor's policy toward Italy.

Napoleon III thought that he would be able to regain power by disguising himself as a socialist sympathizer and coaxing the working class into working for himself, as he had done before, but everything changed.

First, the government majority began to show signs of gradually becoming independent of the emperor. In 1861, the emperor lost the power to borrow money from outside the legislature when it was not in session; The budget can be passed in sections, not in a lump sum. This became a new tool for the opposition against the emperor. Subsequent events also played into the hands of the opposition. In addition, the republicans, led by Victor Hugo, who were amnestied or voluntarily exiled, were also uncompromising oppositionists.

The transformation of the liberal empire ended up being the last nail in the coffin to cover up the defeat of Napoleon III.

Garion supported the revolution because the empire had only its last glorious decade left to remember.

Perhaps ten years later, in the Third Republic, he will have the opportunity to enter the Panthéon and talk and laugh with the pioneers of the Enlightenment and eat cold pork.

"The dawn is coming, and those who stand up now will not be suppressed as before, in the past ten years, literature and art have been tied to their mouths, and a person needs to stand up and speak out. Not a Bonapartist fanatic like Mérimée, nor a staunch conservative like Chateaubriand, but a poet who was genuinely willing to cry out for this street that was filled with the stench of sewers and animal droppings. ”

Zola didn't believe Galion's words, but he couldn't find a point to refute it, so he had to exhale and teased, "You're really an opportunist. ”

"That's because the revolution in France was not destined to succeed."

Garian muttered to himself, "It's okay to wave the flag, it's okay to put the icing on the cake, it's okay to fight for a free republic, but to get involved in a movement that is doomed to failure, I have to admit that I'm a little bourgeois without determination." ”

For a moment, Zola didn't know how to pick up the other man's words.

"Since the Bourbon dynasty was guillotined, there have always been all kinds of people who have fought for the republic and democracy, some have worked hard, some have worked hard, some have asked for their lives for the people, and some have sacrificed their lives to seek the law. Even the so-called 'official history of the court', which is equivalent to being handed down for the royal family, often cannot hide their glory. ”

"So, Zola, literati like us, it is the conscience of society to support death."

Garion suddenly laughed, as if he had thought of something, and said to himself, "Those who know what they can't do are the backbone of France." ”