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The five of them left the train station and rode together in a horse-drawn carriage to the hotel in the center of Paris to welcome Garian's return.

The weather in Paris is warm and comfortable, spring has passed, and midsummer is quietly approaching.

They chose a wide seat and sat down, and the courteous waiter handed them a menu, and then Garian took the menu from the waiter's hand, glanced at it a few times, and then ordered a bottle of house wine without hesitation, a burgundy goulash, a Marseille fish soup, and grilled quail.

In the past, he would have been shocked by the high price of a meal's rent for a month, but he had just extorted a large franc from Viscount Mifa, and now he could splurge it on a good one.

After receiving the tip, the waiter served the wine and filled the glasses for the five people in the seat.

The hotel is very quiet, only the flowing piano melody echoes among the whispering guests.

"By the way, Garion, how did you meet Princess Mathilde in Rouen?"

Baudelaire took the glass and drank the wine inside, he bared his teeth and sighed, "And the relationship between you and the princess seems to be extraordinary, and besides, I heard that the workers' movement broke out in Rouen, to be honest, does this matter have anything to do with you?" Are you also involved? ”

Baudelaire was the first to ask questions, arousing everyone's curiosity.

Garion was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the news of Rouen to spread to Paris so quickly, and he didn't expect Baudelaire to guess himself as soon as he guessed. Scratching his head, he hesitated to admit it.

"Am I leading them to ask for wages?"

"Armed bargaining? Are you still leading? I'm afraid it's going to be an armed uprising, right? ”

Baudelaire, Goncourt, and Georgesand looked at Garion like a madman, and when they heard that they were leading the workers to storm the capitalists' mansions and beat the factory owners, they all felt bad.

Everyone at the table looked at each other, except for Zola, who looked innocent.

"You mean, you didn't participate in the riot, but directly planned it?"

George Sand thought she was too old to hear clearly, but when she was sure of Garion, she suddenly felt that this young man was more attractive than any man she had ever met.

What about Hugo's talented, rich, and five-car learning? Did he dare to stand up and lead the workers in a revolt?

Baudelaire held his forehead and said weakly, "If it weren't for Her Royal Highness the Princess to protect you, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to come back." And, Zola, you knew about such a dangerous thing, and you didn't stop him? ”

Zola, who was sitting next to Garion, waved his hand and said helplessly, "Don't look at me like that, it's all his idea." It has nothing to do with me. I can't stop it. ”

"That's right."

Gallián, who did not want to continue the discussion on this topic, poured Baudelaire a full bottle of wine and asked, "What is the story of Monsieur Baudelaire that there was a sensational anecdote in Paris recently?" ”

"Oh, it's a song about the revolutionary party, and it's now in the streets of Paris."

Goncourt took out a cigarette, lit it, and said slowly, "At first, it was sung by the arsonist of the newspaper, that is, your fanatical fan, and then the song slowly spread through the reporter's report. However, no one knows who the lyricist of this song is, some say that he was composed by a certain revolutionary party in the Central Prison before his death, and others say that it was a great artist's creation in his spare time. This is much more interesting than your original revolutionary case. ”

"There are even people who set up a gamble on when Bonaparte's government banned the people from singing this song, and there are people who think that it was a song written by Marx and other communists, in short, there are different opinions."

Hearing the Central Prison, Garian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Wait, this song you are talking about should not be called "The Internationale", right?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the people around them fell silent instantly.

Baudelaire looked at Garion in front of him with a distorted look and asked in a tone of disbelief, "How do you know?" ”

Garion sighed and said, "Of course I know, I wrote this song in the first place!" ”

In order to prove that it was indeed composed by himself, he also sang this song. The melody of the piano was replaced by a rousing singing, and the crowd watched in amazement as Garion sang the entire "Internationale".

Word for word!

The songs that Garion sang were closer to the original than the fragments they had posted, so that even Baudelaire had to believe that all the sensational events in Paris had something to do with the young man in front of him.

Only Zola had a look of accustomation, and no matter what happened to Garion, he didn't find it strange.

As if the absence of a sensation is the biggest sensation.

George Sand asked, "Lord Garrian, do you still compose music?" ”

"Sort of, but the lyrics you analyzed and summarized are incomplete."

Garion carefully removed the plate, then took out his pen and said earnestly to the three in front of him, "Do you need me to write all the lyrics?" I'm afraid your collection of lyrics isn't complete. And at that time, I kept three paragraphs, and the three paragraphs that were never published, I will copy them for you to publish. ”

The three of them were already at a loss, and the other party refreshed their eyes again.

Garion paused and continued, "This song should belong to the proletarians of the whole world. ”

With almost no pause, I wrote the lyrics on the paper in one go, and then asked the editor-in-chief Goncourt to publish it.

After seeing Garion's literary brilliance, Baudelaire was finally impressed. He knew that the young man would go further than he thought in the future, and asked tentatively, "By the way, what are you going to do next?" ”

Garion bit the tip of his pen, thought for a moment, and said, "The problem between me and Mr. Mérimée has not yet been resolved, Princess Mathilde invited me to join her salon party, by the way, has Mr. Turgenev already returned?" I'd like to visit him. ”

Baudelaire thought for a while and said, "Mr. Turgenev is temporarily living in Paris and will not leave, do you have anything to do with him?" ”

Hearing that Turgenev was still there, Garian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I remember that Mr. Turgenev was also a nobleman from St. Petersburg, right?" I wish he could take me to meet someone. ”

The other four all looked at Garion, knowing that every time he made a certain decision, there would be a wave of public opinion in Paris, and the others asked curiously, "Who are you going to meet?" ”