In the tavern, the music of the melody is played, and the unrestrainedly dressed waitress shuttles between the noisy wine tables, constantly swaying and twisting her hips, like a sexy kitten, throwing seductive glances at the surrounding guests.

"What a stunner in the world."

Bolt licked his parched lips and took another bottle of wine from the hand of the waitress in the long skirt, he leaned back in his chair and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Then, Lord Garion." What report are you going to ask me to write? ”

"An article on curbing the spread of syphilis and advocating the use of condoms, I hope you will mobilize your friends in the press to repost it and make it known throughout Paris."

“……”

Bolster almost squirted the wine out of his mouth, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, and the guests at the other tables around him focused their eyes on them. Borst hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and put on a serious look.

"Lord Garion, are you really what you just said? Although the intention is good, if you want to publish such an article, I am afraid that it will become the target of public criticism in Paris, right? And then it's not just conservative literati, you might even be the target of Catholic and conservative attacks. ”

It is as if the literati who are addicted to drunken dreams and death, and the who hovers between beauty and extravagance seems to have suddenly woken up and begun to declare war on this erosive atmosphere in Paris.

"Our line of work is originally a declaration of war on the old era, even if it is to resurrect the emperor, and then establish the Third Reich and lead France to the great victory of European hegemony, I will not agree."

"From the beginning to the end, I have fought for the rights of the people. ”

"What a defeat for you."

Borst waved his hand helplessly, "No wonder you have become a thorn in the side of the news censorship department, other literati just regard revolution as a fashionable word, and only you have to implement it seriously." I take back my words, Garian, you're amazing. ”

The alcohol ran down his throat and down his esophagus, and the burning sensation spread throughout his body. Bolst blushed and said excitedly, "But a person's destiny, in addition to relying on self-struggle, must also take into account the historical itinerary. Now that the Bonapartes are firmly in control of France, and have washed away the shame of defeat in the Crimean War, what you should do now is to join the salon of the Rue de Cusell, instead of offending a group of powerful literati in Paris. Don't think you can do whatever you want with Princess Mathilde behind you, what if, I mean, in the future you don't have anyone to protect you? ”

"Lord Bolster."

Galian laughed, his shrill laughter seemed to refute the other party's conclusion, he said, "No matter how much fame is fake, I am more concerned about whether I can lie down in the Panthéon after death and chat with Voltaire and other pioneers of enlightenment." ”

"Everyone else is concerned about whether they can get the title of Académie Française, but His Excellency Garion is thinking about whether he can go and chat with the masters of the Panthéon after death, it's really funny, hahahaha."

"It's noisy."

Borst's words were abruptly interrupted, and the people at the table next to them glanced at them, muttered disapprovingly, and then turned to continue their conversation.

The hustle and bustle of the tavern drowned out their whispered discussions, and Garion vaguely heard as if he was discussing a certain novel, but could only hear a few key words intermittently, so he didn't think much of it, thinking that maybe he was thinking too much.

Bolster didn't mind the other party's complaints, and he whispered to Garion, "Did you notice those people's hands?" The fuel that sticks to your fingertips and doesn't dry out, I bet these people are a bunch of painters. ”

Zola's gaze noticed one of the people at the next table, and he stood up, walked up to him, and whispered, "Are you Paul Cézanne?" ”

"Huh?"

Garion froze, I thought I had misheard at first.

"You are?"

The person at the table next to him also stood up, he looked at Zola in front of him, and asked with some hesitation, "Are you Zola's classmate?" ”

"Yes, I am Zola."

Zola stepped forward, shook his hand, and said excitedly, "Paul Cézanne, I didn't expect to meet you here today!" ”

This time, Galian finally heard clearly, and the man was indeed the Paul Cézanne in Zola's mouth. The future famous French painter, the main general of late impressionism, has been admired as the "father of new art" since the end of the 19th century, as a pioneer of modern art, Western modern painters called him "the father of modern art"

However, Garion did have some difficulty associating the short, stocky man in front of him with a broad forehead and hooked nose with the future artist.

Since they knew each other well, the enthusiastic painters invited Garian and Borst to come with them, and Cézanne knew Zola because they were classmates in middle school and were both fascinated by music, and in the student band, he played the brass and Zola played the flute.

"This is His Excellency Manet."

Cézanne said enthusiastically, "I plan to learn painting with them." ”

Manet!

The wine glass in Garion's hand trembled, took a deep breath to calm down, and looked at the people in front of him, sure enough, this bar street is a place where the artist hides the dragon and the crouching tiger, and he met two impressionist masters in just one night.

"Learning to draw? Didn't your father help you arrange a job in the bank? ”

Zola was puzzled by Cézanne's actions.

Cézanne said with emotion, "Yes, he retains his position as the heir to the bank manager, and warns me, son, think about the future!" People will die because of their talents, but they will have to live on money. But I would rather starve to death than pursue my talents, and I set up a studio in the garden villa of Gerdebffang. ”

Cézanne, who was in front of him, was obviously full of confidence in his future, and he said firmly, "Zola, do you remember what we said before? You said you would become a great painter. I've also seen your novels start being serialized in newspapers. ”

"It's overrated."

Zola said embarrassedly, "It's not even close to becoming a great writer." ”

Manet, who sat silently, said to Garion, "So this gentleman is also a man of letters, right?" ”

"Oh? Yes. ”

Garion bowed his head slightly and whispered, "I'm a friend of Zola, Garion." ”

"Galion?"

Hearing this name, the faces of everyone present suddenly changed, and they said in unison, "You are the revolutionary poet who wrote "1984" and "The Rise of Germany"? ”

“…… Right......"

Manet smiled and said, "We were just talking about your book." ”

Garion didn't expect his fame to have crossed the art world, he scratched his head and said, "Huh? ”

Cézanne held his glass and half-jokingly said, "Well, we're discussing whether we should force the author to finish the last chapter with a knife if '1984' is never finished." ”