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"It would be nice if you focused on being a writer......

After hearing Hugo's exclamation, Charles just smiled indifferently, "Believe me, my choice has avoided a heavy loss for this country......"

"I think if you continue to stir up trouble in the political arena, the country's losses will be greater......" Seeing Charles boasting so much, Hugo couldn't help but sneer and mock.

However, because of this joke that seemed to be a joke, the atmosphere between the two of them finally became relatively relaxed.

"Mr. Hugo......"

At this time, Matilda's greeting from the side suddenly came.

Seeing that Charles and Hugo had some unpleasant quarrels, Matilda also had some hesitation in her heart. However, the love and respect for this family in my heart still overcame this hesitation.

After both men's eyes turned to her, even if she had always been calm, Matilda couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment - after all, the two of them could be called extremely good in their respective aspects.

"Monsieur Hugo......" Matilda steadied, then looked up at her with that admiration, "I have seen your works since I was a child, and I have always loved them, and I think you are arguably the greatest writer of our country......

"Oh, thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it." Hugo smiled and nodded.

However, though the words were polite, he could see that he did not take such words seriously—as a famous writer, he had never been short of such adoring women in front of him, and some of them even slept with him. So he was already used to this kind of empty compliment, and he wouldn't be touched.

Of course, he had already seen from the attitude of this woman and Charles that she might be 'very close' to Charles, so he was much more polite to her.

"Sir...... Really, I was pleasantly surprised to meet you here, because I've admired you for a long time and I've always wanted to see you. Although Hugo's tone was clearly only perfunctory. But Matilda's attitude remained the same, "I've always wanted to say something to you, you...... Can you take the time to listen to me and talk to you a little bit? ”

"Huh? Excuse me? With a faint sense of surprise, Hugo nodded.

"I've seen every single one of your works, and I've watched them carefully." Matilda's face was still slightly red, and her tone was a little hurried. "The magnificence of your words has always been impressive, and ...... Whether you agree with it or not. Everyone has to admit that you have thought deeply. But ......"

Speaking of this, Matilda glanced at Hugo carefully, "I think your works in recent years have not been as attractive as they were at the beginning, maybe we have become accustomed to your excellence, and we have higher requirements for you......"

"You're right." After hearing this woman's words, Hugo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, he knew in his heart that what the other party said was actually very tactful. The reality is even more embarrassing - since he entered politics in the '40s, he hasn't written anything to good reviews.

"Sometimes, I feel like literature is written by God's hand, and when we no longer have God's favor, we humble mortals can't write such good works anymore."

"No, it's not!" Matilda replied abruptly and categorically.

She has a slightly drastic attitude. The other three were slightly surprised.

Charles couldn't figure out what was wrong with her - Hugo's words were obviously self-effaceted, but Matilda was serious.

Maybe it's because it's a topic she's really interested in.

"It's not a matter of talent, sir, but even in your recent works, we can see that aura of dancing between the text and ink. Your writing is still excellent. Matilda stared at Hugo earnestly, "But...... I think sometimes you get too focused on the intense conflict of feelings, too much about deliberately changing the words and actions of the characters in your work in order to express your thoughts, so people feel incongruous. Actually, you don't have to do that at all, I think the real thoughts are embedded in everyone's words and deeds, you just need to put them out in an unbiased pen...... The more you want to say through the mouth of your character. The less they can say. Also, sometimes you get too focused on the mystery of the plot and make your work less attractive, so why don't you try to write a work that completely reflects reality? With your writing, you can write about a group of people who are shocking, no matter how ordinary and humble they are, you can capture the kind of sparkle that touches people's hearts......"

With Matilda's words, the smile on Hugo's face slowly faded, and he looked at her more and more strictly.

"Oh! What a great critic we've had! In order not to make her distinguished guest angry, Miss Perriette quickly sighed and interrupted Matilda's words.

Matilda came to her senses and realized how out of shape she had just been.

Her face turned red in an instant.

"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry...... I don't mean to criticize you, I'm just saying some opinions in my heart, please don't be surprised. I say so many things that I don't like, because you are the best writer in my country, I hope you can get out of the trough of creativity and dedicate the best work to us, I really ...... I'm really looking forward to that day! ”

The sincerity on Matilda's face was something everyone could tell. Naturally, Hugo was not untouched.

He stared at Matilda blankly, and only after a moment did he look away and look at Charles.

He originally thought that what Charles brought over was just a woman who was looking for fun, at most a little vassal and elegant, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually read all her works and be able to give such insightful judgments and suggestions.

Yes, although the opinion is a bit biased, it does have some insight.

A lot of things just spoke to his heart.

"No, how can I blame you?" Hugo shook his head, "Actually, I should be honored that I am so valued!" What you say makes perfect sense, yes...... I do plan to settle down and write something that will touch people's hearts even more. ”

"That's great." Matilda secretly breathed a sigh of relief—firstly so that the other party did not blame him for his rudeness, and secondly, in the hope that the other party would really be able to live in the future.

"Actually, as you say, I'm tired of writing about goblins and demon kings. I plan to write a book about the lower class characters when I have time in the future, about their tragic situation, and about their humanity in the face of adversity. Hugo smiled and nodded, "I hope it will be as impressive as you say." ”

"Definitely!" Matilda was overjoyed, "Can you tell me in advance about the general content?" I can't wait, sir! ”

"I've written quite a bit, but I've been too busy lately to finish it." Hugo spread his hands with regret. "But I can assure you that it will be a true story of a convict who fought to erase his shame. At the same time, it becomes a story that benefits society and others, but is still swallowed up by an intolerant society. ”

"Sounds very attractive," Matilda's eyes widened slightly, "Well, I sincerely wish you the release of the book soon......"

"I'll do my best." Hugo nodded, and then, as if remembering something, he laughed again, "By the way, I haven't decided on the title of this book yet." Now that you've made so many comments, could you please give me a title as well? ”

Matilda was stunned by his words.

"I ...... May I? ”

"Absolutely, I can't wait to hear your answers." Hugo replied sternly.

Matilda blushed and bowed her head, ashamed of it, but she had no intention of giving up the honor.

"I haven't seen your work in its entirety, so it's not good to set it too well. But...... Since you are going to write a work that is an indictment of society, then...... How about choosing a name that is as approachable as possible? Like what...... How about calling it "Miserable People"? I think. It's not a beautiful title, but it's certainly a fitting fit for ordinary people, and it will pique the reader's curiosity and make them want to see your work even more......"

"Such a subject?" Hugo frowned slightly, obviously still weighing something, "Hmm...... You have some point. I'll keep that in mind, and when the time comes, I'll weigh the other names together and see which one to use. ”

Then he smiled at Matilda again, "But, if you had taken the name you had proposed, I would have thanked in the inscription the ...... of a smart, lovely, but unknown girl."

After hearing Hugo's secret ridicule of Matilda's hidden identity. Matilda couldn't help but feel even more ashamed. But she still didn't dare to reveal her identity, so she had to choose a compromise.

"Call me Matilda, sir."

At this time, Charles didn't notice their joke now, and his heart was already shocked by a thought.

Ahh

Isn't "Les Miserables" "Les Miserables"?

[The French les-misérables, which originally meant "miserable people", was translated into China and was paraphrased as Les Miserables. 】

The book was conceived by Hugo for many years, and finally published in exile - was it Matilda who gave him the name of his life?

This...... What a ......

Charles didn't know what to say.

"Okay, Matilda, thank you, you're really smart." Hugo nodded approvingly at her, of course, out of etiquette, he didn't ask who the woman who obviously didn't seem to want to reveal her identity was, "And very talented, I think many men are not as good as you...... It's a pity that I have too many facts now, and I don't know when I will be able to see this work......"

"It's okay, I can wait any time!" Matilda replied immediately.

"Don't worry about that, sir, I think you'll have time." Charles suddenly interjected, saying something meaningful.

Charles had agreed with Louis Bonaparte that he and some other opposition members would be arrested or exiled if the coup was successful.

By then, Hugo would have time to write.

……………………

"Charles! I'm not dreaming! ”

When she left the Perriette Mansion, Matilda still hadn't fully recovered from that excitement.

In her hand she clung to a copy of Notre-Dame de Paris, the original book given to her by Mademoiselle de la Stockings, and on it was Hugo's generous signature and inscription.

"You're not dreaming, you're living it." Charles replied graciously.

"yes...... Oh, yes...... It's wonderful, it's been an unforgettable night......" Matilda muttered to herself, "Thank you, Charles, for making me so lucky." ”

The two men walked and talked, and finally came to the place where the Shire carriage stopped.

"Isn't it okay to thank you verbally?" Charles replied with a playful smile.

Matilda's face turned a little red again, and she closed her eyes.

Charles bowed his head.

In the clear moonlight of winter, under the light of the sparse horse lamp, the two kissed together.

After "Charles......" hugged and kissed for a long time, Matilda woke up from this happiness, raised her head again, and looked at her lover who was so close in front of her, "Thank you so much!" ”

Then, suddenly, he noticed that something seemed wrong with Charles.

He didn't move, as if his whole body was frozen.

Matilda felt something strange and turned her head to follow Charles' gaze.

However, she herself froze.

Not far from them, Charlotte, dressed in a black dress, was looking at him calmly. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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