The dark flannel curtains have all been opened, and the intense summer sunlight shines through the large lattice glass windows, pouring into the vast lobby in great detail.

The walls and floors, which were covered with frames without canvases or without frames, and were stained with various paints, suddenly turned pale in the incandescent sunlight, in stark contrast to the places that were still in shadow.

Looking at the studio full of plaster, cloth, and paint, Fran and Mary involuntarily took a deep breath and greedily pumped the air, which was mixed with the smell of paint and dust, into their lungs.

"I'm really reluctant!" Fran whispered.

When the familiar smell entered her nose, she suddenly recalled some memories that were hidden deep in her mind on weekdays, and recalled the moments when she had studied and talked and laughed here. How innocent I was at that time.

"yes, it's so nostalgic." Her close friends shared the same sentiments as her. "It's hard to figure out that we're going to end this place with our own hands."

Fran's eyes wandered between the lattices and the walls, looking for all the traces of her previous place. Before it ceases to exist, she must keep as many places in her mind as possible to cherish her best memories.

This used to be the place where they studied painting seriously, but now she is going to destroy it with her own hands and turn it into an art gallery.

"Sometimes, we have to do something sad, what's the solution?" Fran sighed softly, "I'm sure the teacher will be very happy if I do this." ”

"We're carrying out the teacher's last wishes, and I'm sure that's why he's giving it all to you." Mary nodded. "This gallery, we must maintain it well. Otherwise...... Otherwise, it would be a pity. ”

"That's natural, my gallery will be the best!" Without hesitation, Fran replied, "I will let it have the best paintings, and the teacher's name will live on forever because of this gallery!" ”

In the middle of the conversation, two close friends who have known each other since childhood stood shoulder to shoulder, scanning everything in front of them with passionate eyes. It's all their own business.

At that moment, some workers came out of the small room next to them and brought out some large boxes.

"Look, be careful!" Seeing that their movements seemed to be a bit big, Mary hurriedly chased after them reproachfully, "This is an important painting, if it is broken, it will be troublesome!" ”

The workers didn't dare to slack off on her words, and hurriedly and carefully put them down.

Fran silently walked over to the boxes, then pulled out the notepad in her arms. I started to register the pictures in each box. The unsightly chests contain carefully selected personal works by their teacher, the veteran painter Durrenburg, as well as works by other painters in his collection, which can be said to be the teacher's life's work.

Because it is full of important paintings, she plans to move them to her home to collect them before converting them into a gallery, and in order to prevent them from being lost on the road, she first has to register these paintings.

The boxes had rarely been opened since the teacher's death, and their appearance had been dusted to dust. But Fran didn't care about the dust, and took frame after picture frame out of the storage box.

Because there has been no one to maintain it for too long. Some of the paintings are already covered in dust, while some of the canvases are even slightly cracked, and I am afraid that the restoration work needs to be done as soon as possible.

Looking at these dusty paintings, Fran suddenly felt that her eyes were sore, and she finally didn't let herself cry.

"Teacher, I'm sorry ......"

She did feel guilty.

The teacher had great love and expectation for her. The studio was given to her before his death, and instead of becoming a monument to his accomplishments, as his teacher had envisioned, she became a place where his favorite student and another student engaged in lawless intrigues.

Driven by love and hatred, she feverishly participates in a conspiracy. Even anti-guest-oriented, he is above a conspiracy. She was so enthusiastically involved in it that she no longer paid any attention to the relics left by her teacher, leaving the paintings in dust.

Now that the season of frenzy was over, she had weathered the storm and arrived safely in the harbor, and though she had not yet recaptured the last happiness, she was convinced that the day she had so passionately awaited would come.

"I'm sorry, teacher." She lowered her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I've done too many wrong things. But now, I can come and compensate you......"

Mary knew she was in a bad mood, so she didn't say anything, just stood quietly next to her, registering the paintings in the other boxes.

"My friend, come and help me, we're going to turn this into a gallery of the best." Fran suddenly turned around and grabbed her hand, "Not only that, but we also want to make the teacher a first-class painter behind him!" ”

"First rate?" Mary asked rhetorically, with a slight hesitation.

She has studied painting for so many years, and naturally she will also identify the level of the painter's level, the teacher is indeed a very good painter, but as a disciple, she can only admit that there is still a gap between him and the top painters. "Is this possible?"

"If somebody says, that's not going to work, but I'm Treville, and I say he is, and he's going to be." Fran said in an indisobedient tone, and then she raised her hand and pointed in the air, "Mary, you don't know that the world is only half-aware of what art says, and it's not that they listen to what others say?" Compared to teachers, I don't know how many people can be regarded as deceiving the world and stealing their reputation! I...... Now that I'm here, our teacher will be one of the great painters. I will do everything in my power to praise him, and I will buy and sell his paintings myself, and give him his value, until he is brought to the altar! Only then, only in this way will I compensate him...... Otherwise, what's the point of me saying 10,000 words of sorry? ”

This attitude is indeed hard to doubt.

Seeing her full of ambition and ambition, Mary couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, this hasn't started yet, you're so motivated! So do it! ”

Driven by apologies and passion, the two of them quickly completed the registration of each painting. Then. The boxes were sealed again, and the workers would carefully move them downstairs and load them into a carriage to transport them to the Marquis de Treville's mansion, where they would be temporarily sealed, but they would be moved back after the gallery was remodeled. Become a treasure collected in the gallery, enjoy the eyes of the world, and achieve your mission as a work of art.

And that's just the beginning, as she says the gallery will collect precious paintings from all over the world, and become another of the most beautiful decorations on the throne of the Tremville family, to which she belongs.

When the workers moved all the boxes out, the lobby was silent again. Fran and Mary stayed because of their nostalgia, and continued to wander among the relics of the past.

When they came to a plaster statue in the corner. Fran leaned down slightly, looking at the plaster figure. "Thank you, Mary."

"Thank me for what?" Mary bowed down as well.

"Thank you for all the advice you gave me, thank you for standing by me in my most desperate times and walking me through the darkest days." Fran turned her head to look at her gratefully, "It's hard to imagine without you...... How will I be. ”

"Even without me, you'll survive. You are not intimidated by nature. Mary shook her head slightly, then reached out and touched the plaster figure. Your head is no weaker than its head, and nothing can make you forget yourself. ”

Fran was silent, perhaps she was right.

"But even then I'll thank you, at least you told me how to go."

"Is this what I'm supposed to do?" Mary smiled, "You can't say you're wrong!" You managed to scare him. Since he is reluctant to let you die, he has no choice but to hug you. I'm just telling you, if the hard ones are finished, they have to go soft, and even if I don't say it, you'll be gone sooner or later. And so--look. It's starting to work, you become the arm of the gentleman, the person around him, not a phantom carrying an over-imagination ......"

"Yes, in his heart I have finally become a real person! God knows how much I paid for it! Fran sighed bitterly, "I wish I wouldn't have to spend so much on the rest of the road." ”

"No, the hardest part is already over. "Mary replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your good words." Fran held out her hand toward her, "My brother said to me - if you want others to be loyal to you, then never just say nice things and give nothing, loyalty should be based on mutual help and trust - and he has always reciprocated you in this style, and I ...... I totally understood what he meant. So...... I want to be grateful for your loyalty, and it won't be just words. I promise you that I will share with you a portion of everything I have gotten. As long as I can, no matter how much wealth you have, you can come to me to use it, and I will never be stingy with you. ”

"Don't make promises for yourself, dear friend, or you'll have to regret it sometimes." Mary laughed, then reached out and shook her friend's hand, "I know, you feel sorry for me, you regret that you did it to me, so you want to make it up to me in every way you can." ”

Seeing that she mentioned the stubble, Fran immediately looked away, and she was indeed ashamed to say it.

"However, this kind of regret is unnecessary, and I don't take it to heart, because I can understand your feelings...... Besides, you've helped me so much, and I deserve to get some interest back. Mary was still smiling, but the gaze in her eyes had become serious, "But I have something to advise you." ”

"What advice?" Fran was a little confused.

"Now that the situation has been reversed, then you don't want to do other stupid things, and you can naturally reach the end by following the current path." Mary shrugged slightly, "That's right, I mean, since it's all over, then you accept the reality...... Don't think about changing anything, Madame Trevier is Madame Trevier, and their children will be blessed heirs...... Since you must stick to this path, you have to accept this result. ”

Fran's heart suddenly tightened.

Yes, no matter how uncomfortable it is, I can only admit it.

"You're right, I know that. Rest assured, I won't do anything to her anymore, and since that's God's will, then I accept it. But...... I have to get my share, she doesn't want to stop me, and if she dies early, then I can't blame me, I still look forward to it! ”

"Then you should live well with this expectation." Mary's smile grew softer and warmer, "I will still be by your side to help you fulfill your every wish." ”

"No amount of gold, silver and jewelry, it is difficult to repay such loyalty!" Fran laughed, then suddenly reached out and hugged her, "You'll grant every wish too!" I swear! (To be continued.) )