Everyone at the table was intrigued by Garion's decision, they didn't know what the young man in front of them had decided to do.

However, they were sure that his every thought would have a decisive effect.

"Who is it?"

Almost all of them asked in unison, their mixed feelings. I wonder if Garion is going to perform a feat that his heart can't bear again.

Garion fiddled with the fish soup in the bowl, thought for a moment, and said, "Hmm...... I can't say it yet, but Mr. Turgenev won't be moving around this week, right? At the very least, I'm going to have to accomplish something in the next half a month, no, it's a career. ”

Baudelaire was a little surprised when he heard about his career, and asked rhetorically, "Are you still going to be in business now?" ”

"No, to be exact, it is to seek benefits for the literati in France, and at the same time earn the first pot of gold for themselves."

Several people looked at each other with complicated expressions, and George Sand asked, "So you don't write a book?" ”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, it's impossible to stop writing books, both things will happen at the same time."

"You should focus on your literary career."

Baudelaire said with some annoyance, "Money doesn't solve all problems. ”

Garian retorted, "This trip to Rouen has taught me something that when money doesn't solve your personal problems, it just means that you don't have enough money. ”

Baudelaire was choked up by Garion's very reasonable statement, and finally had to say, "Well, whatever you do, I hope you don't waste your literary talent, and we will support you as always." ”

Garion raised his glass, touched it lightly with those present, and said firmly, "Of course not. ”

After lunch, Baudelaire and the other three took their leave. At this time, Garion's belongings were stored in Zola's room, and he was ready to go back to retrieve his things and find his next place to stay.

As soon as the two stepped out of the hotel door, they saw the waiter and a young man standing at the door, arguing and clashing.

The squire frowned impatiently and said, "Sir, would you please leave?" ”

"Let go of me, I, I'm here to find someone! I've been waiting for over an hour. ”

"Please don't disturb the guests inside."

The attendant glanced at his shabby coat and said bitterly, "You can't know the guests eating inside." ”

Suddenly, the young man who had been stopped focused on Garion's body, and he was ecstatic to break free from his squire and staggered towards him.

When he stepped out with his left foot, he didn't step steadily, and he accidentally fell to the ground, and the books he held in his arms were scattered all over the ground.

Garion hurriedly stepped forward and helped him pick up the books, but the other party ignored the scattered books, but grabbed his wrist directly, and said in surprise, "Mr. Garion, is it?" My name is Dude, and I'm a big friend of yours. I've been waiting for you at the door of the hotel for a long time, and I'm not sure if it's you at the door just now. ”

The attendant wanted to come forward and apologize, but Zola waved his hand to signal that it was okay.

"Wait."

Garion stretched out his hand to interrupt his rambling speech and asked, "What did you just say?" ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, then repeated what he had just said, "Hello, Mr. Garrian, I am your faithful book friend. ”

"No, no, one more sentence!"

"My name is Dude."

“……”

"Could it be that your full name is Alphonse Dude, born in Provence, and you like to write?"

"Huh."

Dude was pleasantly surprised, "How do you know that I'm from Provence and like to write novels?" ”

Little did the surprised young man know that his famous patriotic short story "The Last Lesson" would become a compulsory subject in another country more than 140 years later. In particular, the shocking last sentence, Viva France, made Garion's tribute unforgettable.

In 1857, three years earlier, Dude had come to Paris with the poem "The Female Lover" and began to create literature and art with the help of his brother.

At this time, the appearance is completely in line with a poor elementary school tutor in Paris, who is working as a temporary tutor for a low salary.

A whitened taupe coat with polished cuffs and an inconspicuous patch at the elbow. The leather shoes on his feet seemed to have not been washed for days, stained with dots of mud, and it could be seen that Dude had to walk a long way to class almost every day.

The poignant embarrassment reminds Garian of what he said before: writing a novel is a dead end.

"Of course, you can see that a poor young man in his twenties will most likely imagine himself as a writer."

As if noticing Garion's gaze on him, the embarrassed Dude felt his face a little hot, he scratched his head, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Garion." In addition to rent, eating and buying books, the little spare money I have is used to chase your serialization, but unfortunately "1984" was ordered off the shelves, and now I'm reading another "Sixth Prison", by the way, this novel should also be written by Mr. Garion, right? The style between the lines is all too familiar. ”

The other party's pressing eyes made Garian really unable to deny.

"Hmm...... Oh, yes. ”

Garion scratched his head and said intermittently, "I wrote 'The Sixth Prison'. ”

Dude's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "But you've been out of action for two issues, when will you continue to update?" ”

"Quick...... Come on, ...... The next issue will be back updated, soon. ”

Even the future great writer Dude will become his book friend, which really surprised Garion.

Dude behaved like an avid fan, and he pulled a pen and paper from his bosom, "Then can Lord Garrian give me an address?" I hope to have the opportunity to bring my work to my home and give you some advice. ”

"Absolutely."

Garion generously handed his address to the other party, adding, "You're always welcome." ”

Dude thanked him, and Zola had already picked up all the books for him, and he held them, nodded to the two of them, and hurried away.

Talking to Garion had already taken a long time, and he was going to be late for his tutorial class.

However, he was already very satisfied with the guidance of a rising star in the Parisian literary and artistic scene.

Zola, who was standing on the side, asked puzzledly, "It feels like Garion values that young man?" ”

By this time, Dude's figure had disappeared into the sea of people, and he vaguely remembered a humble young man in a shabby coat, striding towards the crowd, although his steps were a little hesitant, but each step was still firm.

Exactly the same as everyone who walks on the path of literature in search of truth.

"Well, sort of."

Garion smiled and turned his head and said, "Maybe he'll have another good seedling?" ”

"Come on, where in the world are there so many talented guys like you, do you think everyone can be as lucky as you?"

Garion looked to the end of his vision, and the longer he lived in the city, the more he felt small.

"Zola, I am just a lucky little man who stands on the shoulders of giants and rejoices, and those honest and noble literati are the real spiritual backbone."

Zola was a little confused, and he whispered, "Are you humble?" ”

"No, it's the truth. What I can do, as Mr. Baudelaire did, is to provide an opportunity for all artists who come to Paris to pursue opportunities in the future. ”

"An opportunity to become famous, so in a few months, I want to host my own salon party." ”

Thinking that he had misheard, Zola repeated again, "You want to hold a salon?" ”