Like most children from middle-class French families, at the Pépinnan secondary school, Xia Fei was always a literary young man, fascinated by literature and art.

Two weeks ago, during the entrance exam for the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Paris, Xia Fei's painting "Sunset on the Pyrenees" was dismissed by the examiner as vulgar and worthless graffiti garbage, and he was kicked out of the examination room.

Before it began, Xia Fei's art dream had already folded its wings.

But all this did not discourage him.

The way Xia Fei uses to relieve his mental anguish and face up to his emotional distress may be politically incorrect.

That is, Xia Fei has been drawing spiritual energy from a book.

This is not a literary masterpiece or a classical epic, but a Catalan version of "My Struggle".

Like the Gaelic (Irish and Scottish) "My Struggle", the Catalan "My Struggle" was actively promoted by the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that even Zhu Fugui himself didn't expect that a Catalan speaker who is not a Catalan would get such a book and read it with relish.

From this book, Xia Fei learned about the life of Emperor Zhu Fugui of the Ming Dynasty, benefited a lot, and learned a lot.

However, Xia Fei mainly gained insights from the life process, not from the military aspect.

The Franco-Prussian War four years ago had already made Xia Fei disgusted with war.

This is inseparable from the escalation of the form of war.

Four years ago, when the Franco-Prussian War came to its last moment, the brave Berber death squads were almost exhausted.

Shangguan decided that the taciturn and unsociable Xia Fei would serve as the next group of anti-tank thunder light cavalry.

Fortunately, in the end, the city of Paris was the first to erect the white flag, and Xia Fei picked up a small life.

From that moment on, Xia Fei vowed that he would never set foot on the battlefield again.

War, politics, damn it, let them fuck off!

Wrapped in a trench coat, Xia Fei quickly left the still noisy tavern.

On the Place des Vosges, politicians on the streets stand on wooden boxes and tin trumpets.

The royalists and the establishment spewed beautiful French words across the crowd.

Those protesting against the atrocities of the British marched side by side with those protesting against the atrocities of the Germans.

But none of this has anything to do with Xia Fei.

He stood in front of a large house in the southeast corner of the square, took out his mirror, and carefully tidied up his appearance.

Then he knocked on the door.

It was a young and beautiful woman who opened the door.

"Hello!"

Xia Fei gave a letter to the woman with what he thought was the most appropriate language, expression, and gesture, and asked respectfully, "You are the granddaughter of Mr. Victor Hugo, right?" It was Mr. Denzel who introduced me here, and here is my letter of introduction. ”

The woman gave him a blank look, and instead of accosting him, she shouted into the room, "Victor, Victor, there is a raunchy, drunken young man looking for you!" ”

Xia Fei was shocked.

Although I drank a small glass of brandy before I came, it was only a small glass, and it was for courage!

He must have been a little nervous when he was going to visit Mr. Victor Hugo, the most famous writer in France and even in the world.

Mr. Victor's literary attainments are not comparable to those of a third-rate bestseller like Huang He!

If you want to enter the palace of literature, Mr. Victor's appreciation and recommendation are crucial.

For this reason, Xia Fei found a lot of connections and went through many ways, so he got such a letter of recommendation, in order to have the opportunity to ask Mr. Victor to see his works.

Xia Fei really couldn't figure out why Mr. Victor's granddaughter said that about herself.

Soon, he understood.

Victor Hugo, who was walking slowly in his pajamas, naturally put his right hand around the waist of the woman who could be his granddaughter, and then kneaded it several times.

It was clear that this woman, or rather, Sarah Bernhardt, was Victor Hugo's lover.

In fact, year-old love is not a stain.

For example, the great Mr. Yang Zhenning also married Ms. Weng Fan, who was much younger than himself.

But this is their mutual affection, legitimate and loyal feelings.

What's more, Ms. Weng Fan is gentle and virtuous, and her image resembles Yang Lao's wife.

The eighteen-year long-distance love run between the two is enough to embarrass countless young people who have married and divorced in a flash.

But this is not the case with Victor Hugo.

Victor Hugo fell in love with his wife at the age of seventeen and married at the age of twenty.

However, the term marital fidelity is not in Hugo's dictionary at all.

The lovers in his life are like carp crossing the river, including models, actors, waiters, maids at home, etc., and meat and vegetables are not taboo.

He once said to Burdi: "Speech makes me laborious; One speech is equal to three sex! After saying that, he added, "Even four times." ”

After spending the Spring Festival with the coquettish actress Juliette Deluet, he called it the "Holy Dinner".

The blonde Honie Donai is called a "timid little pigeon".

He also once fought with his own son for a lover.

The playwitter Josfina Favir, the noblewoman Madame Roger de Genette, the prodigal woman Élère Gossing, the slutty lady Natalie Renu, the actress Silvanny Plessy, the poetess Louise Gauland, the courtesan Estée Guimont, the rich Baroness de Vallon, and her three flowery daughters, became his stunners......

Even if he is now seventy years old, there are at least four of Victor Hugo's lovers with names and surnames......

It's not that great men can't live debauched.

It is also true that the debauchery of his private life did not in any way detract from Victor Hugo's literary status.

The 18,000 love letters written by Juliette Drouet to Hugo are still preserved in the Bibliothèque Nationale de France.

Their "love" story is talked about by people and is called romantic.

And Yang Lao's loyal love has been sneered at by countless demons and monsters on the Internet.

If Yang Lao is a Frenchman, or any white skin, his words will inevitably be completely different.

This has to be said to be an extremely sad thing.

As a Frenchman, Xia Fei also quickly accepted the premise that Sarah Bernhardt was Victor Hugo's lover, not his granddaughter, and hurriedly complimented him in an attempt to ease the embarrassment.

But it's a pity that the clumsy tongue of this Pyrenean winery kid doesn't help at all.

Victor Hugo didn't say much.

Every year, there are many young men who have dreams and want to get a few words of appreciation from themselves.

If everyone takes it seriously, where will he have time to hunt for beauty?

After chatting briefly and making sure that the other party had no background, Hugo got straight to the point: "Young man, take out your work, I will only read a few chapters, so you must choose your favorite work!" Parisian bread is very expensive, and it is not easy to live here. ”

"Yes, Mr. Hugo!"

Xia Fei hurriedly took out a thin hand-bound book from his arms.

He was very confident that his literary dream was about to set sail.

This is another reason why he is still full of confidence in the list of art academies before.

His literary level is better than his painting.

This short story by Xia Fei is called "The Tyrant of Egypt".

Although Xia Fei has decided to stay away from politics and war, and realize his dream of literature and art.

But there is no doubt that the quickest way to gain praise from others is to do what they like.

The reason why he is so confident is that he thinks that he has investigated exhaustively, and that Victor Hugo was a staunch anti-Napoleonist and anti-imperial liberal.

So he wrote a book that denounced Napoleon's atrocities, and in the book, he half-truths and half-truths, and slightly artistically arranged the story of Napoleon's hunting for pleasure in Egypt and playing with women, and as a result, Empress Josephine gave him a bigger green hat in Paris.

At the end, he also ingeniously put the finishing touch, using the oriental proverb learned from "My Struggle", "*** woman, people will be lewd", "good and evil will be rewarded in the end" as the ending sentence, raising the theme of the whole text.

To put it simply, it's a bit like a Western version of Shimizu's "Golden Vase Plum".

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Fifteen minutes later.

"Get out of here for the old man!"

"Immediately, immediately, get out of here!"

Xia Fei was thrown out of the door like trash by Victor's servants, and the torn book was thrown out and smashed on his head.

He was not clear about the situation at all.

Not only did he not know, but every verse and sentence of his was stuck like a knife in Master Wei's lungs.

He didn't even know that although Master Wei angrily scolded Napoleon as a tyrant who brought blood decades ago, with the current trend of nostalgia for the imperial system, Victor Hugo has long been an out-and-out Napoleon fan!

You write like this, who do you bomb if you don't bomb?

"Damn drunkard, who also wants to learn from the masters of high society to engage in literature and art? Ahh ”

The Victorian butler kicked Xia Fei in the ass, then turned and slammed the door shut.

He closed not only the door of Weifu, but also the door of Xia Fei's literature and art.

Xia Fei sat motionless on the ground.

The passers-by cast disdainful glances, but he was indifferent.

I don't know how long it took, but Kasumi flew.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, bent down to collect the page, and stuffed it into his arms.

He lowered his head, ignored the comments of the passers-by, and walked off into the distance.

That direction is the direction of the French Army Fontainebleau Military Engineering School.

Xia Fei knew that from this moment on, Xia Fei, who was obsessed with literature and art, died.

In his place was the careerist Joseph Jacques Césaire Chauffel.

He glanced back at the grand Hugo mansion and whispered, "I wish you a long enough life, Mr. Victor Hugo......"