A group of people made their way through the crowded streets, speeding in the direction of their destination. When passers-by saw these hurried policemen, they would subconsciously step aside and consciously make a way for them to pass.

The presence of this group of "Gestapo" on the road means that some people are going to be unlucky.

What's more, they don't look like good stubble.

The policemen who were waiting at the checkpoint downstairs were looking forward to it, and finally waited for follow-up support, when they saw the sheriff with a team of men and horses, and rushed over in anger.

The sergeant's angry face made the few people who were squatting look at each other, feeling that something was wrong.

It's not like a finished look.

One of them asked flatteringly, "Sir, what meeting might they be hiding in this building right now?" We've sent people to block all the exits, aren't they......"

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and go in and arrest people, are you waiting for people to run away!"

The sheriff took out a pistol from his waist and said angrily, "We have been tricked, Blanqui is not in that house at all, now only that accomplice knows his whereabouts, hurry into the house and arrest people, if Blanqui makes any big news in Paris, you will wait for the heads to hit the ground one by one!" ”

Hearing the sheriff's intimidation, everyone turned pale with fright. Hurriedly followed him in the direction of the residence. I kept cursing the damned revolutionary party in my heart.

Faced with the result of waiting for death if you can't catch someone, no one dares to take it lightly.

After all, the revolutionaries are a bunch of crazy people who are reckless.

…………

The young Eugène Sue, author of The Secrets of Paris, summed up the Parisian literary scene in a pinpoint way: if you want to stand out from the rest of your class, you must have two things: a luxurious, fashionable salon and a lover in the upper class who can attract artists and writers with his charm. If you're rich, it's easy to get both.

In the glitzy social climate, writing became a convenient way to obtain wealth—Balzac in the impoverished period, Muse in the unknown period, all wanted to curry favor with the bourgeois through poetry, in exchange for a ticket to the luxurious class.

They cherish words like pretty peacocks cherish their feathers, and are careful to squander their talents without angering the authorities. Not all, like Hugo, firmly believed that a republic was the way forward for France, and fought all the enemies of autocracy with pen and paper as always.

So when they were confronted by Garion, everyone else was unexpectedly silent.

For the sake of talent, Baudelaire took Garion's manuscript and asked again.

"Are you really sure you want to serialize this novel? There is a good chance that he will be seized by the authorities, and your future development will also be affected. ”

Thinking of the lawsuit he had caused over "The Flowers of Evil", Baudelaire felt that his pervasive eyes were watching him like a thought policeman.

Not from Big Brother, but from the gaze of the dictator Napoleon III.

"Young man, I admire your courage, but you don't want to gamble your future here."

Turgenev also regretfully advised the other party, "Do you want to be like me, because of the tyranny of the Tsar, the rest of your life will be forever drifting abroad, and you can't set foot in your own country?" ”

Zuo, who was standing behind Garion, tugged at his sleeve and shook his head, motioning for him not to die.

But Garion insisted on doing so.

"If all of you choose to be silent, there will always be someone who will make the first cry."

"I talked to a socialist before. I don't agree with some of his views, but I am not against the revolutionary overthrow of autocracy. You talk about the splendor of Versailles, the sweetness of the pure Bourdous, the bustle of the Champs-Élysées, and not to forget the poor souls who are struggling in misery. ”

The impassioned voice echoed in Baudelaire's home, as if a screaming soul was roaring with rage.

"If the sky is always dark, then survive in the dark; If it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent; If you feel powerless to shine, then crouch in the corner. ”

"But let us not get used to it and justify it; and do not be proud of your own stubbornness; Don't mock those who are braver than yourself. ”

"We can be humble as dust, but we shall not be twisted like maggots."

The last sentence smashed on everyone's heads like an initiation.

Thunderous and thought-provoking.

"Let me be humble as dust, and not twist as maggots......"

Turgenev muttered to himself and repeated this sentence, and whispered, "Baudelaire, I didn't expect that after living for so many years, we are not as enlightened as a young man......"

George Sand looked thoughtfully at the young man in front of him, his eyes changing in a different way.

Obviously, compared to the previous first impression, it is a little deeper.

Dressed as a woman, she was uninhibited, brilliant in style, and had many lovers, and she was even ridiculed as one of the three major sluts, and even her son-in-law, the sculptor Claisangé, had a very bad relationship with her, and even said to her: "If I carve a butt of yours, half of the literati of Paris will recognize who it is." ”

Everything George Sand did was fighting for equal rights for women in the country.

It's just that in Garion's eyes, these bus-like practices are a bit extreme, and her behavior towards her lovers is more like an idyllic feminist in the future......

Literati who don't play cards according to routines......

It's nice to be young......

Baudelaire smiled knowingly, recalling the years when he had instigated a popular uprising to overthrow the July Dynasty and establish the Second Republic, only to be wiped out when Louis Bonaparte usurped the fruits of the Revolution.

He was also full of enthusiasm and youth, but the endless power struggles, the betrayal of careerists and conspirators, made them slowly bow their noble heads under the oppression of reality.

Baudelaire was pleased to see his successor.

"Give it to me."

Baudelaire took Gallián's manuscript, and he said slowly, "Le Figaro shouldn't dare to publish your serial, I'll contact another reliable newspaper for you, and then publish it, but Garian you have to be prepared, and you should be very clear about the preparation I said." ”

"I know."

Garian nodded, Baudelaire was referring to the fate of being harmonized by the novel, but he knew in his heart that the government was about to loosen the rules of speech, and his novel would not die.

Just as Baudelaire had just taken the manuscript, the door behind him was suddenly kicked open.

There was a loud bang, and even the dust on the ceiling was gently shaken off and sprinkled into the air.

Everyone was startled by the sudden movement, and quickly turned their heads to look at the door. Garion subconsciously stood up, staring at the rushing figure with half-squinted eyes.

Several policemen rushed in, pulled their pistols out of their arms, and shouted at everyone in the house, "No one move!" We are arresting members of the Revolutionary Party, and those who dare to resist will be dealt with as comrades! ”