Rimbaud's girl

Leila's address to her also changed from "Miss" to "MyLady", which also made her realize more deeply that she now has a husband.It took her 7 years to transform from a small town girl to an aristocratic wife, and she has perfectly achieved her goal of raising her social class.

In the future, her children will also be "Lady" and "Lord". Her children will not have to work hard, and they will have a mansion, fine clothes and gourmet food when they are born, and they may inherit her legacy of fame in the future. I think Thinking about it feels pretty good.

Gabriel could play the games that all noble boys would play, and he was a good dancer, waltzing well.Waltz was considered a "lewd-indecent" dance when it first emerged in the early days, because the dance partners would touch each other's bodies, but after being promoted by the upper class and the royal family, it has now become the most fashionable and common. social dance.

Vitaly loves to dance and can dance with Gabriel all night long.

She spent her 19th birthday on Madeira Island.

After leaving Madeira, went to Egypt by boat and lived in Cairo.Cairo is located in the tropics, so it doesn't matter what month you go, it's all so hot.

They rented a villa and lived there from the end of June to the beginning of October.

As soon as she arrived in Madeira, she was on her period, which depressed the young man who had just tasted the delicacy of lust.

He also seems to have just realized that women are a species that bleeds every month, which means that for a few days every month he can't do the bed exercise he loves.

Gabriel has been depressed for several days, and every night he has to ask aggrieved questions, and there are still a few more days.

Vitaly disliked him very much and didn't want to talk to him.

In Madeira Island, because she was always playing outside, she was tired of lying on the bed when she returned to the hotel. She had no time to think about work. As soon as she was about to take out the manuscript paper, Gabriel would ask her if she was writing a letter. Allowed, it’s best not to write, it’s a honeymoon, so honeymooners should not think about anything, just play and play all day long.

What she said made sense, she could only put her creative passion in the letters, and wrote letters like travel notes to her adoptive father, telling her mother that the honeymoon was very pleasant, where did she go today, and who did she meet.

In Cairo, there was no time to write for more than a month. Gabriel took her to Giza to see the Pyramid of Khufu and the Sphinx, and visited the surrounding archaeological sites. Every time she went to a site, she would write enthusiastically. Letter to Flaubert.

One day in August, the newlyweds had a big fight.

The cause was a letter from Vincent's younger brother, Theo van Gogh.

Before they got married, Caroline brought an oil painting from Vincent, saying it was his wedding present to Vitaly.

The oil painting is beautiful, probably Vincent's highest level so far. It is an oil painting drawn from a sketch when he and Vitaly went to Marseille for the second time in Arles.Vitaly stood among the ridges of the wheat field with an easel in front of her, concentrating on painting.

Golden wheat fields, green olive trees, light blue long dresses, long golden brown hair, and a clear blue sky.

The colors are bright and not as rich as his previous oil paintings, and there is a strong shadow of Degas's use of colors, which seems to be to express his beloved girl, abandoning his habitual preference for pure colors.Also because I couldn't grasp the exact shape, I cleverly drew Vitaly's side face.

Vitaly liked this painting very much and hung the oil painting in her study.Gabriel wasn't very happy at the time, but he didn't say anything.

Vincent just sent the painting and didn't write a letter. Gabriel optimistically thought that the Dutchman should give up completely now.

As a result, Theo wrote a letter, saying that Vincent was crazy, and he was working as a trainee pastor in a certain place. The environment there was very bad, and it was a mining area. Vincent pitied the poor workers and made himself very miserable. and spent his pitiful stipend in helping the workmen, and ate only one meal a day, and sometimes a loaf all day.

Theo felt that his brother wanted to torture himself because of Vitaly's marriage, and it seemed that otherwise it would not be enough to achieve the same pain in the body as in the mind.

Theo begged Vitaly to write a letter to Vincent, advising him not to torture himself to death prematurely.He can't listen to anyone's words anymore, maybe only his beloved girl can make him change his mind.

Vitaly was surprised when she received the letter. Vincent didn't look like that kind of paranoid person.She hadn't figured out how to deal with this matter yet, when Gabriel saw the letter, he was so angry that he had a big fight with her.

"Do you want to write back?"

"Reply. What's the matter?" She was still a little surprised, usually he didn't ask these little things.

"Who to write back to?" His voice was a little cold.

"Theo."

He snorted, "And what about 'your' Vincent?"

"I don't know, I haven't figured it out yet." She replied casually.After finishing speaking, I realized that his words were not very friendly. "What's 'mine'? It's his, not mine."

"Isn't he? Then why do you care whether he is dead or alive?"

"But I can't watch him torture myself to death, can I?" She argued.

"In my opinion, it's not bad for him to die!" He said viciously.

Only then did Vitaly feel something was wrong, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" He grabbed the letter, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the floor, "I don't like it when you're always thinking about other men!"

"Why are you so angry for no reason?" She frowned.

"Tell me, in your heart, I am more important, or that red-haired idiot?" He was so angry that his eyes were red.

"It's all important—" she said without thinking.

Gabriel stared at her, "What did you say?" He suddenly raised his voice: "Weiwei, how dare you say that?!"

"How dare I?" She felt that she had said the wrong thing, but what did he mean?Angry and stubborn, "You are my husband, you are very important to me; he is my friend, and he is also very important to me, and I am not wrong."

"How dare you say that!" He was going mad, "I am your husband, I should be the most important thing in your heart! No! Why should I compare with that guy? I should be the only important thing in your heart man!"

She was also a little angry, "You are very important, but I can't write a letter to others, can I?"

"I didn't say that!"

"Then I'm going to write to Vincent."

"I won't allow it!"

"You are not allowed to be a fart!" She was also angry: what's wrong with this macho imperative tone?

He glared at her angrily, and then brushed all the manuscript paper, ink bottle, and pen on the table to the floor, "It's just not allowed!"

She was furious, "Gabriel! You're a bastard!"

He rushed over to beat him with his fists, but he grabbed both wrists immediately, "You naughty girl!"

"I hate you!" She struggled to break free.

"But I don't hate you, I love you very much."

"Go away!" He kicked him on the calf.

He cried out in pain.

After a few slaps, she was thrown on the bed.

The difference in physical strength between men and women is really confusing.

He was already starting to unbutton her coat, she twisted her body, "No! You have to dare to use sex to solve the problem, and I'll go back to Paris tomorrow!"

Gabriel stopped, a little surprised, a little sad, "Darling—"

well!He has a nice voice, like a boy's voice, which can be said to be quite childish. She likes it very much, and because of this, she always thinks that he is still a big boy.Every time he said "Darling", she felt very happy, and felt that this voice with the word was really beautiful and touching.

But now, there is another kind of pity for the injured little beast.

Just as she softened her heart and was about to say a few nice words, she saw him get up suddenly and leave the room.

She froze, not understanding why he ran away suddenly.

She lay on the bed thinking about it.

So, he was jealous, jealous, right?He never seemed to express his jealousy towards anyone before, nor did he ask about it. Of course, she wouldn't be too idle to tell him about her admirers. Isn't that just looking for trouble?From this point of view, he should know all about those young men, Vincent, Louis——by the way, I remembered that he did ask her jokingly before, but she didn't take it seriously at the time.What he said was so free and easy, she never thought that he would be jealous too.

well!Man, your name is trouble!

To Vincent, she just appreciates his "not too eye-catching but will be very brilliant in the future" artistic achievements, and really has no love.As Arthur once said to Vincent, their brother and sister are very sensitive to money. It is very realistic. Vincent does not have an income of 1 francs a year. She will not consider him at all, let alone Vincent. There are several underage siblings, and the financial burden in the future will not be light. Even if she really loves him, she will be afraid of him.

Besides, she also thought that if Vincent still pursues the principle of painting in the future, he will become a master of art. No matter who his wife is, it will be difficult not to be covered by his light. This may be her biggest concerns.

For example, Mrs. Curie won two Nobel Prizes, but who knows what Mr. Curie does?In fact, Pierre Curie and his wife Marie Curie won the 1903 Nobel Prize in Physics, but people only know Mrs. Curie.

Gabriel probably thought that they both studied painting, would have a common language, and would be able to talk more.

Well, she can understand Gabriel's sense of crisis, but how dare this guy speak to her in a commanding tone?Who does he think he is!

She is also very angry.

Gabriel is not as gentle as he has always shown. She should have realized it long ago. After all, it is normal for a young man who is pampered and knows his social status since he was a child. Yi Baishun, this also caused her to have the illusion that his love for her alone could make him forget class differences and living habits.

She was a little disappointed, but reason told him that he had done nothing wrong.Maybe she would accept him better if he changed his way of speaking.Everyone has possessive desires, regardless of gender. If you want to say that he does not have possessive desires, that would be a strange thing.

She was too lazy to get up, thinking that she would call the servant to pick up the manuscript paper on the floor and wipe the floor clean.Not happy!How did this guy throw her stuff around?annoying!

Before she could figure out how to teach him a lesson when he came back, she heard the door of the room being pushed open and closed again.

She sat up immediately in shock.

Gabriel quickly took off the light and breathable linen coat, threw it on the floor, and quickly walked to the bed, "I'm so confused by you." He muttered.

She looked at him and said nothing.

"I'm jealous of him, I'm crazy with jealousy." He held her shoulders and looked at her distressedly, "If I didn't love you and married you just for your beauty, I might accept him as your partner in a few years. It's okay, I'll have a mistress outside too, a lot of people do that, as long as you don't elope with him, I can pretend I don't know. But I love you, all of you, "

He carefully stroked her face, chin, and nose tip with his fingers, "Your face, your body, your mind and soul are all mine, and I don't allow you to think about other men."

The possessiveness of a dog man!

Vitaly wanted to roll her eyes, but she thought it was somehow cute for him to declare sovereignty like that, so she smiled.

He was a little shy, and muttered in a low voice: "What are you laughing at? Stop laughing!"

"Just laugh, what do you want?"

"Think like this!" He pushed her down and jumped on top of her.

"It hurts!" she yelled.

He hurriedly said, "Does it hurt? Where is it pressed?" But he didn't get up from her body.

"You are annoying, go away."

He kissed her face and forehead tirelessly, "Promise me quickly."

"No."

"We're both married, isn't that a reasonable request?"

"Your statement is not rigorous, I still have my father and brothers in my heart—"

"Isn't this nonsense?!" He bit her earlobe angrily, "Besides your relatives, don't think about other men."

"I'm married to you, can you be a little more confident?"

"Oh! Darling, you don't have me in your heart at all!" But I was wronged.

"Don't say that. I'm going to get angry if you keep pretending like that."

"I'll write a reply letter for you, and I promise that he won't think about you at all from now on!"

"No. Well, you are 21 years old, don't be so childish." She pushed him away with great effort, "In short, I can handle it. Put your jealousy away, I allow you to be jealous once in a while, but you can't live many."

"You're not being fair to me at all."

"It's fair, I don't care about you going to study with other women."

When he heard that this was not good, he quickly took a step back, "Okay, I can pretend that he doesn't exist." After thinking about it wrong, he said, "You can only reply to this Van Gogh who wrote the letter, and you are not allowed to write to Wen Gogh." Center wrote back."

"Did you say no?" She got out of bed, picked up some manuscript paper, "Look! You have to pay me for the paper."

"I'll buy you a new pack of manuscript paper tomorrow."

"I want it now."

"Then I now—don't you still have manuscript paper?"

She smiled at him, "Idiot!"

"What? Why are you calling me an idiot again?" He also got out of bed, "I asked Leila to come and clean up."

"No, you clean up."

He froze for a moment.It's not that he can't do such a small thing, it's just that he is very wronged.

"Next time—bah! No! I'm the one who wants you to have a next time. Don't get angry with me in the future, and don't throw my things around."

"Okay, I see." He was very obedient, and squatted down to pick up some clean manuscript paper.But it was just a show, and after standing up, he didn't pick it up again.

The inkwell was thick and unbroken, but the ink had leaked out, staining the floor and much of the manuscript paper.

"Vivi."

"Ok?"

"You have to know what men think."

"I know."

"Really? Tell me."

"Men want to guarantee their mating rights, so they want to privatize women. In this way, women become your appendages. Of course, they are not allowed to have contacts with other men. In the final analysis, it is men who want to ensure that women's children are Own seed. Am I right?"

"Probably. Men want a lot of things, money, status, power, women, and heirs." Gently hugging her from behind, "I'm glad you know a lot, maybe sometimes you know a little too much. You Unlike other women, if you only know stuff like fabrics and jewelry, I'll look down on you and think you're good enough to stay in my bedroom and give me lots of kids. But I think I need a better wife , not just a beautiful woman who bore me an heir."

She thought, does he know what he's talking about?

Indeed, the vast majority of men in this era don't know how to find a soul mate, all they need is a beautiful body. As for the soul and thoughts, no one pays attention.

Soul and mind are important, but not important.

When two people are attracted to each other, the initial motivation must be sexual attraction. Just like Gabriel would like her, it is also because she is a beautiful girl. Love starts with appearance. This is a cruel fact.The love generated by beauty will progress to the pursuit of ideological harmony and a beautiful soul. Without the first step, there will be no after.

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He has this self-awareness which is actually very advanced.

She felt that she couldn't ask for more. He was born in an aristocratic class that didn't treat low-class people as human beings, and he was all influenced by the way of thinking that didn't treat women as human beings. It would be great if he could make a little progress.

She loves him now, and she is willing to follow him and say what he wants to hear, coaxing him.As for the future, who knows?

So she said: "Okay, don't always think that I will like other men, you are a man, be confident. At least you can now know that if that person is not richer than you, I will not consider it."

He pretended to be shocked, "You mean, you like Ou Ren?!"

She couldn't help laughing, "Maybe."

He scratched her waist, making her laugh non-stop, and she fell softly into his arms.

The next day was Gabriel's 21st birthday.

The two went out to have a sumptuous dinner, and returned to the villa after dinner, without taking a stroll outside.The law and order in Cairo is not good. It is okay during the day, but not safe at night.

When it comes to writing letters, the two together send 7 or 8 letters a week.This week, Mr. Alfonso, the bookseller, sent her two more bottles of Guerlain's new perfume.

Before she got married, Flaubert had written another play, which M. Alfonso accepted and offered an advance on the next play.Flaubert gave Vitaly a wedding gift or dowry of 4 francs.

Mr. Alfonso talked about her work. The new book "The Life of Joan of Arc" was delivered in April, and it will start advertising and pre-sale soon.

The number of pre-sales is very good, more than 3000 copies have been pre-sold, and it is estimated that 1 copies will be sold. Based on the 1 franc fee per book, she will receive 1 francs in royalties, not counting the sales in the future. Royalties income.

She suddenly became a "Master Wanben".

Mr. Alfonso asked her who she was going to write about next.

Vitaly has already figured it out, and the next book will still be about a native French female historical celebrity, queen of Louis XVI, Marie Antoinette of Austria.

[The 14-year-old girl sat restlessly on the carriage. The carriage bumped from time to time, and the wooden wheels ran over stones. Every tiny bump made the girl's heart beat faster, and then she became upset.

She still remembers her mother's exhortations and tears, thinking that not long ago she was the most carefree person in Schönbrunn Palace, the little daughter loved by her parents.She thought her father's death was the worst thing, but now, leaving Schönbrunn Palace and Austria, this is the most terrible thing!

France!How far away on the map!That would be where she would live in the future, and just thinking about it brought an unspeakable emotion to her heart, as if she couldn't stand even thinking about it.

……

The people in the French court were very rude. They did not allow the French princess to bring her maids and attendants. The poor little princess had to bid farewell to the court ladies, maids and attendants who accompanied her to the small town on the French border with tears in her eyes.

They held a simple ceremony on the border, and the French court lady and page took off the Austrian dress she was wearing and put on the French court dress.

Changing out of the long dress she was used to wearing felt like abandoning everything she had before, and from now on, she would face all the strange and terrifying things in the French court alone.

A sudden fear gripped her heart tightly, she felt cold all over, how much she wanted to just run away and go back to Vienna! 】

Gabriel's very objective evaluation: "It's more like a biography than it is."

Vitaly withdrew the manuscript angrily, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's a trivial job I can do."

Rolling eyes, "I don't really want to thank you."

"Stop writing, didn't you just hand in a manuscript?"

"It's been a few months since I had a deadline of 15 months, and Mr. Alfonso gave me an advance payment."

"How much did you give?"

"5000 francs."

"It's just 200 pounds. I'll give you 200 pounds to buy you 15 months."

"That's not how it works."

"How do you calculate that?"

"You give me money, not the money I earned myself, that's different. Besides, you have no money now, all your money is mine, and you use my own money to buy my time? How do you settle this? "

"Oops! I forgot this! Are you going to send me this month's pocket money?"

"Wait." She took out her wallet and counted out two ten-pound notes to him.The banknotes of this era were still large prints, and it was only in the 10th century that new banknotes began to be used.

Gabriel accepted the notes seriously, "Thank you, my wife."

"You're welcome, you should." She also answered him solemnly.

He smiled and gave her a loud "baji" kiss on the face.

Gabriel has a high level of literary appreciation, but he doesn’t write because he feels that being a writer is still a “profession” and is not considered “noble” for nobles. Nobles don’t need to work, they just need to enjoy, have fun, do A refined player is what they were born with.

He understands that Vitaly needs to have her own career and supports her, but it is best that her work does not affect their lives.

For now, their life is playing.

enjoy life.

Enjoy sex and love.

Anyone or anything that interferes with their intimacy is his enemy.

He couldn't stand a man who silently admired her, especially a forbearing and persistent man like Vincent Van Gogh, but Louis would not make him jealous because he clearly knew that Vitaly didn't like Louis at all.In addition to having an artistic temperament that he did not have, Vincent is also quite resilient. If he becomes a painter, Vitaly will inevitably have to deal with him.

well!He could be more insidious and send someone to Holland to take care of Vincent, asking him to know a little about the world and stop having any personal dealings with married women.If he had been a little meaner, it could have ruined his prospects of becoming a priest, and it could have ruined his prospects of becoming a painter.The former only needs to go to the local church to use some small means, while the latter is even simpler, find someone to break his right hand or arm, and he will never even think about picking up a paintbrush in this life.

But he won't do that.

He wasn't a scumbag, and besides, if Vitaly found out what he had done to Vincent, it would be over.Vitaly may still love him, but she will definitely leave him.

He would rather pretend Vincent didn't exist than the possibility of Vitaly leaving him.

Vitaly wrote back to Theo, asking him to have a good talk with Vincent, he must eat well, don't worry about money.Theo had just finished his apprenticeship and started working for the company Goupil in Amsterdam for a modest salary.Vitaly promised him an allowance of 600 francs a year, and asked him to give Vincent 50 francs a month in his name to support him.Also asked Theo to buy paint for Vincent every quarter.The reason for making Theo a monthly payment was that the altruist would give it all to someone else all at once.

The reason why he used Theo's name was because he didn't want Vincent to think that she liked him because she was willing to support him. "Like" also has many meanings. She regards him as a colleague, a kind, but if he doesn't have firm perseverance, indulges in his helpless love for her, and indulges in the "sense of reality" brought to him by the cruel pain of life, If he didn't continue to explore the road of art, then he would lose his aura in her heart. He was just one of the thousands of ordinary people in this era, and it wasn't enough for her to look at him more.

Life is painful, but life brings you more than just pain.

Vincent seems caught in a cycle of drawing strength from pain.

If Arthur Rimbaud in history was limited by his background and education, he had to face the dilemma of not being able to accumulate wealth quickly, then Vincent van Gogh, who had a much better family background than Arthur Rimbaud, was a bit stubborn and unbelievable , whether he is an art dealer or a pastor, as long as he is willing to suppress his pride and uninhibitedness, he can live a very good life.

Geniuses are proud and refuse to compromise with reality.

She wrote to Caroline again, asking her to send Theo 300 francs, an allowance for the second half of the year.

She can't interfere too much with Vincent's growth. She has interfered too much before. She is worried that her appearance will destroy the possibility of him becoming a master of art. Although it is more likely, the wheel of history cannot be stopped no matter how it turns. A man becomes "himself".

Both of them actually took a step back. Vitaly no longer had direct contact with Vincent, and Gabriel acquiesced that she could continue to fund Vincent and pretend that he didn't exist.

This is quite good, the problem is solved satisfactorily, and both people are satisfied.

Since it is in a country with a strong exotic atmosphere like Egypt, it is also good to write a book about Egypt.Vitaly wondered what to write?

At present, realistic themes are still popular in Europe, especially in France. The old dynasty is over. There is no emperor or king. The improvement of education (including the increase in the enrollment rate of girls) has created a large number of civilians who can read books and newspapers. This part of the population is huge, and they are potential consumers of books and newspapers. Of course, they spend the least money on leisure after work. This is This means that sales will continue to increase.

The increase in sales of newspapers is a significant pointing feature.

She wrote to Flaubert, Zola, and Maupassant all about this point. In the near future, the sales volume of the magazine will definitely increase year by year, the types of publications will be more abundant, and French creation will enter a relatively prosperous stage. Many writers will emerge.Whoever is famous early and has many works will occupy the market for this article; Zola currently publishes a book in about 14 to 18 months. There is always your new book coming out;

The publication of new books drives the continuous sales of old books. After accumulating a certain amount, you can basically make money lying down.

Her philosophy is similar to that of Zola, and Zola also thinks so. The reason why he writes so diligently is of course because of his poor life. An annual income of 1 francs is a threshold. A big name in the literary and art world.

She doesn't know whether Zola saw the prosperity of publishing in the future, she only knew that Zola grasped the future instinctively.

Like Flaubert, there are not many writers who can be famous in the history of France with only one "Madame Bovary". Hugo, Balzac, and Alexandre Dumas are all works. He puts more energy into creation, and the output is also very impressive; on the one hand, Flaubert’s obsessive-compulsive disorder and turbulent temperament caused him to write very slowly, and on the other hand, he was unable to write fluently because of syphilis distortion. After the secretary, his creative speed increased.

Therefore, having money or not having money can greatly stimulate the desire to create.

Ordinary people like realistic themes because such works are close to life and directly reflect the pain and suffering of the people at the bottom. Readers can resonate with them, but they should also like fictional content, such as the "Daxi Island" she read a long time ago , a half-real, half-fictional adventure of setting and characters, published in 1919—that is to say, there is no such book yet—was popular with readers and critics, and was awarded the French Academy of Sciences the following year. literary awards.

[All stories are love stories. 】

Vitaly wrote this sentence on the manuscript paper.

Skip a line.

[Love is madness and sinking, the pinnacle of desire that devours reason. 】

The second page, Chapter1.

[Damietta market sells all kinds of spices, under countless awnings are filled with cotton bags and linen bags of different sizes, where most of the spices in the world are collected: rosemary, fennel, cardamom, cardamom, meat Cardamom, cinnamon, cinnamon, pepper, saffron, parsley, cloves, coriander, dill, peppercorns, more than a dozen kinds of peppers, all kinds of aromatic and even spicy smells are mixed, making this area of ​​Cairo city perennially filled with a special smell. the taste of.

Jean-Nicolas Goillac was coming to buy some expensive saffron and nutmeg, or some other rare and expensive spice, to take home to his mother.Although in the end these spices will fall into the hands of the cook and become some embellishments in the delicious dishes on the table.

He was dazed by the smell of these spices under the scorching sun. The locals seemed to be used to these strong fragrances. They spoke the prices skillfully in not-so-fluent French. The quotations were always changing. The prices were all different and seemed to be pretty arbitrary, or maybe because he was a foreigner.

……

He walked out of the Damietta market, walked a little further, took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from his brow with an embroidered cotton handkerchief.

He shouldn't have come in the afternoon, it would be cooler in the morning.he thought angrily.

……

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and he was surprised where the breeze came from, and even more surprised that his nose, which had just experienced the rich fragrance of the spice market, could still smell this sweet and fresh fragrance.This fragrance has the freshness of jasmine, and it seems to have the coolness of sea water, and there is an indescribable——

A gorgeous shoulder carriage moved from not far away, and the young girl in the shoulder carriage was lazily raising her feet. He didn't actually see her face clearly, but only saw a slender bare foot with ankle straps. There are several rings of silver anklets, the skin color is like ivory, slightly yellow and shiny, and the toenails are painted bright red.

That fragrance suddenly rushed to his face, penetrating into his skin and heart from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Lean less, the fragrance dissipates, and the girl on the shoulder chariot also goes away.

He knows who she is, but has never met her. 】

The story is still dominated by the heroine, but it does not describe the heroine directly, but depicts such a gorgeous and proud beauty from the perspective of other characters.

"Tell me, will this beauty have a happy ending?" Gabriel asked.

"I don't know. I haven't figured out the ending yet. Maybe."

"Beauties should have a happy ending."

"What do you understand by 'good ending'?"

"Meet someone who loves her and live happily together."

"Then do you need to write about the future life?"

"Just... don't you need it?"

"Innocent!"

"Oh, I'm just talking casually, don't listen to me. Write what you think."

"It's up to you to say it!"

"I love to read whatever you write." He expressed his loyalty obediently.

She rewarded him with a kiss, and he was so happy that he hugged her back and kissed her deeply.

作者有话要说：*皮埃尔居里1859年出生，1878年巴黎大学物理硕士毕业。现在时间线是1877年8月，皮埃尔居里18岁。

* Marie Sklodowska (Madame Curie) was born in Warsaw, Poland in 1867 and is now 10 years old.

*The birth class of the Rimbaud family should be slightly lower than that of the Bronte family, mainly because the Bronte family is a pastor, and the clergy are always in a higher status at the same level, but Mrs. Rimbaud has real estate , a little bit better financially, they can be regarded as small landlords; the social and economic status of the Austin family is half a class higher, but because they are descendants of nobles and offshoots, overall they are a bit higher than the Bronte family. whole layer.The Bronte family is a typical English country priest's family, and the Austin family is a gentry priest's family.

*Van Gogh's family is also higher class than Rimbaud's.Although his family was not aristocratic, his uncles and uncles were all middle class, and Van Gogh's father was also a Protestant priest. Compared with the Austin family, who was also a Protestant priest, his status was slightly lower because both the Austin family and his in-laws, the Lee family, were descendants of nobles.

*The class order of several families is probably: Flaubert's family - Austin's family - Van Gogh's family - Bronte's family - Rimbaud's family.The Dickens family should be about the same as the Bronte family.

*There are 385 landmines now, it seems that there are more of them in Jiageng, consider writing a few more chapters of the main text or making up for them.