The "bearded" man in front of him had an expectant look, his simple but stubborn face was imprinted with a resolute look, and around Marx's well-developed head, very short hair stood up, and the straight bridge of his nose seemed to have been cut off by someone very suddenly on the mouth full of thick beard.

The lower part of this resolute profile face is covered with a thick beard.

It's like what you see in a portrait.

Marx nodded very seriously and said, "We have decided that you will be the liaison in the future." ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the living room became silent.

The sudden surprise surprised Garion, and he gathered his thoughts, considering whether to ask him to hire another high-ranking man, or directly agree to the other party's request and become the liaison between the French branch and London.

Marx was waiting for his reply, and Garion felt that he was at the tipping point of history, because what he said next would have a direct impact on the course of history.

As a traverser, a sense of historical responsibility arose spontaneously, knowing that he might have to shoulder a mission and heavy responsibility now, and even scratched his forehead, subconsciously avoiding Comrade Marx's concerned gaze.

To say yes or not to agree?

Seeing that the other party did not speak, Marx was not reluctant, he explained, "Of course, this liaison is to see if you are willing, if you don't want to, then we will not force you." Because the liaison's mission may be dangerous, because the French branch of the multinational organization may be seized and suppressed by the Paris government. ”

Garion finally looked up, and he said in a firm tone, "To be honest, I kind of want to say two sentences right now. ”

"Huh?"

"Gou, oh no, there is only one way out in front of us, and that is victory. And the other way is death.

Galion's mind flashed through Lenin's speech, and he said in a firm tone, "But death does not belong to the working class. ”

"Death does not belong to the working class."

Marx reflected on what Garion had said, and felt that there was a meaning in it that he had not deciphered, in addition to the literal meaning.

"If we choose to retreat now, the capitalists will only exploit the workers more brazenly, and all our previous gains will be wasted. So I'm willing to be a liaison between the two sides. ”

"Really?"

Marx was surprised and said, "Would you like to be a liaison between us?" ”

Garian replied in the affirmative, "Yes, for the future of the French proletariat." ”

Eventually, Garion settled on the sacred job, though he felt like he had taken a big step towards death. But driven by faith, he, a "speculator", also made a rare choice.

He left the other party a mailing address in Paris, agreed on a set of codes for the underground party, and even agreed to replace all the letters he wrote in the future with code words.

If the conspiracy of the proletariat at that time had been kept secret to him, Blanqui would not have been imprisoned for so many years.

He then returned from Marx's home, and after Garion had collected up what had been hastily left behind, he began to return to Alde's home.

It was a great honor for Gallian to be recognized by Mr. Marx. However, the moment he opened the door, he finally understood what it meant to be when happiness came knocking on the door.

The three who were chatting and laughing with Hugo turned their heads and looked at the door, and Garion looked at the few people in front of him, and before his future father-in-law could make an introduction, he preemptively said, "Is it Dickens, Tennyson, and Mr. Browning?" ”

"Huh?"

Hugo was surprised and said, "Does Garion know these three?" I just wanted to introduce you to that. ”

Garion said excitedly, "Of course I do. ”

One is Shakespeare the second, two stars of the 19th-century British literary and artistic scene, arguably the longest-standing and most prestigious author of the Victorian era, both sat on Hugo's sofa. It's a pity that Maugham, the king of poisonous tongues, has not been born yet, otherwise it would really be together.

Tennyson and Browning were similar in demeanor

"I've read the poems you wrote."

Tennyson smiled and said, "It feels good, I have also paid attention to the poetry published in Paris, and I feel that you are a poet with a variety of styles." But each one is wonderful. My favorite is "The Afternoon of the Faun" written by you, and the other poems are too revolutionary in them, but this one makes people feel pure beauty. It's a pity that you seem to have given up on this genre later? ”

"Maybe it has something to do with the poet's tendency."

"After all, I prefer to write works that are popular with the people, as long as they read them happily, and as for the opinions of the literary critics in Paris," retorted, "as long as they are happy to read them, as for the opinions of the literary critics in Paris......"

After a pause, Garion said slowly, "How old are they?" ”、

Tennyson listened to Garion's remarks, "Hehe, this remark is quite interesting. People's Literary ......"

Browning also threw out his own question, "Your Excellency Galian, I heard that you have no formal education, and I wonder how you can write such a stunning work?" Some literati have written all their lives, but they can't write as well as yours. ”

The hesitation expressed between words made Garion a little displeased, who said that people without formal education can't write poetry?

"Maybe it's talent."

Garion retorted calmly, "I thought I should be able to eat with my face, but in the end, I chose talent. ”

"Poof."

Dickens was amused by Garion's words, and he smiled and said, "Why didn't I find that you still have a talent for humor when I visited you before?" ”

"Then again, the three of you are here today, are you really just here to talk to me?"

Garion looked at the four people in front of him curiously, and he was also curious in his heart, "I don't believe that a newcomer in the literary world can let several veteran gods visit at the same time." ”

"Of course not."

Dickens smiled and said, "We came here today mainly to see what His Excellency Hugo's future son-in-law looks like. But we didn't expect it to be you. This is unreasonable and expected. ”

"Wait, did I hear me wrong?"

Garion's eyes widened, he rubbed his face, looked at the few people present, and asked again, "What did you just say, what did you come to see?" ”

The three of them said in unison, "We are here to visit His Excellency Hugo's future son-in-law." ”

"His Excellency Hugo's son-in-law?"

Garion pointed at himself and said hesitantly, "You're talking about me?" ”

"yes."

Dickens said as a matter of course, "Who else but you?" ”

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