The third shift is finished, and I sleep

Verne would never believe the nonsense of "the world is so big, I want to see it", but at this moment, this excuse has become very appropriate. It seems that Garion really just wanted to see the outside world, so he left Paris without saying a word and fled to the place of London, incognito.

"I ...... I really don't know how to refute you, but you should at least leave an address for everyone so that they can contact you in the future, and they will be very disturbed if they leave without saying a word, and then appear in Paris without saying a word. And you don't have to use a new name or pen name, because with your fame in Paris, is there any publisher or newspaper that doesn't give you preferential treatment? ”

Verne looked at the other party very helplessly, and said, "I really don't know why you use this strange way, if you want to be famous, Paris is the center of European literature and art, do you really have another secret reason for fleeing in the first place?" Or was it persecuted by the Parisian government, as rumored to be? ”

Faced with his friend's imagination, Garion had to helplessly explain, "Actually, I think gold shines everywhere......"

"Lord Garion."

Verne said in a serious tone, "God testifies, if I believe your nonsense again, I, Verne, will never write any more books in the future!" I won't force you to explain why you don't want to explain, but there's one thing I have to let you know. I hope you will be able to keep in touch with Paris, write a letter and let them know that you are doing well somewhere. ”

Garion hesitated, but then asked, "By the way, how is Zola doing now?" ”

Verne nodded and said calmly, "He's fine." "The Bistro" has started to sell well, you know? He specially asked the publisher to print a sentence on the front page dedicated to my enlightenment teacher, Gallian. After you left, he helped you take care of the hands that you left behind, hoping that one day, when you return to Paris, you will see that everything is in order. ”

Garion was silent, Zola really regarded himself as a friend, as a traverser, Zola stood by his side from beginning to end, and friends who did this, even if they were hard-hearted, they couldn't help but feel grateful.

However, Garion intended for the Parisian public to forget about it once and for all before setting foot on French soil, while he had other things to do while he remained in London.

Some of them are in the general righteous, and the other part is in the selfish interests. He shook his head, declined the invitation to return to Paris, and said to Verne directly, "I'm sorry, I can't go back now." And I hope Monsieur Verne doesn't tell me about my affairs in London, please. ”

In the face of Garion's request, Verne couldn't refuse, and finally had to sigh and say, "I know, I won't say anything about it, but I can't guarantee how long I can hide it, since I met you in London, others will also meet you." ”

He patted the other man on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Lord Garrian, do it yourself. ”

Neither of them realized that there was another figure hiding in the shadows near the door, and listened to their conversation word for word, and then walked away quickly, returning to the crowd and disappearing.

Not to mention the good and bad, for him, this is a shocking news for many people.

The atmosphere of the banquet gradually became lively, and the guests were enthusiastically exchanging ideas with each other.

Dickens, standing in a remote corner, silently watching the lively banquet, his indifferent attitude seemed out of place, and at the same time discouraged those who wanted to come to the door to ask for literature.

Although his expression was indifferent, his gaze moved with Lady Balanchi's footsteps, and he frowned from time to time.

It's just so weird.

Although he had not yet spoken directly, the woman in front of him gave him a strange feeling, as if he was not a talented literati, but a courtesan who was comfortable in social situations.

Nineteenth-century men, especially those who grew up in conservative English families like Dickens, who had a hint of pride and prejudice against women, wanted to see what Lady Agatha had to say, but to his disappointment, there was no brilliant insight.

Dickens gradually began to have doubts about the identity of "Lady Agatha". He slowly narrowed his eyes, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

Is this woman really the author who wrote the wonderful "Murder on the Eastern Train"?

After hesitating a few steps, he finally gave up the idea of trying.

Reason told him that this kind of thing had nothing to do with him.

Mrs. Balanchi held her glass and talked to the people around her about topics of interest to them. Although it is not a topic related to literature, as an excellent woman, she still has the ability to control the scene. The mesmerized man becomes the minister under the skirt.

A man watched for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and walked towards Balanchi, he stood in front of the woman, looking a little helpless, like a fearless novice, bravely facing the opponent of the opposite full level.

Balanchi stopped, and whoever appeared in front of her, she smiled at him with a friendly attitude.

The smile of the spring breeze made the man's nervous heart relax a little, he paused, seemed to rack his brains to organize the vocabulary in his mind, and then said humbly, "Lady Agatha, your graceful steps remind me of the swans swimming in the lake, dancing gracefully, and remind me of an old Russian fairy tale,

"Fairy tales?"

"It must be a fairy tale that will impress you," said Lady Balanchi in English. ”

The man said excitedly, "Yes, the graceful figure of the beautiful Princess Odetta on the shore of Swan Lake, I am not a scholar, and if I have the opportunity, I will definitely compose a dance music for your steps in the future." ”

"Thank you."

Madame Balanchi regarded it as an ordinary polite remark, and she replied kindly, "Then I must remember your name, and when I meet your dance music in the future, I can call out the author's honorable name." ”

Flattered by the man in front of him, he took Balanchi's hand and left a shallow kiss mark on the back of her hand with his lips. There was a look of hesitation between the man's eyebrows about Balanchi's beauty, he was just an obscure little character, just graduated from law school, could play the piano with one hand, and was ready to work as a junior clerk in the Ministry of Justice. This graduation trip allowed him to truly see a woman who was no less beautiful than Princess Sissi, and at that moment, he even regretted why he didn't have a name and title that he couldn't speak, so that in front of her, he was as humble as dust.

Feelings prevailed over reason, but in the end the man raised his head and introduced himself to her in a respectful tone and with sincere emotion. Maybe they won't see each other again from now on, and Balanchi won't remember a passerby in his life, but he will always remember the smiling woman in front of him.

The man looked at Balanchi and mustered up the courage to speak.

"It is my honor for Tchaikovsky to have my wife remember my name."