[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter35 goodbye, the man who loves me the most!

From then on, Baozi regained the coquettish, coquettish, cute and occasional anger before time travel.

The days when she was with the old duke were the time when she was really a daughter in her life.

Just when Margaret was gradually recovering her health, and her little life was moist, peaceful and fulfilling, a group of courtiers blocked by her were full of jealousy and unwillingness. They paid a sincere visit to the Duke and sent Ge Mademoiselle Thier's social position was truthful.

It was a pretty, pretty heavy blow to the poor old man.

It's a pity that it's too late. This sincere, kind, naughty and lovely young girl, who is no different from a virgin, has completely become the old prince's spiritual comfort, and even his only excuse and pretext for his survival.

The old duke was tired of not loving and had no choice but to organize his speech for a long time, and finally decided to lobby Margaret.

He came to the young girl's house, and as soon as he sat down in the living room, he jumped down the stairs in a clear and cheerful voice: "You are here, duke! You must be so late until I prepare the almond tea." Come and see me!"

Margaret had just finished soaking in the hot spring, her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, her whole body was like a newborn chick, pink, tender, exuding heat and vitality.She was wearing a bathrobe with no belt around her waist. The loose and white bathrobe fit loosely around her body, revealing her gradually fuller and rounder outline inch by inch.The long black hair was not dry, but was wrapped in a towel in a random way, a few drops of water quietly fell, and glittered on the eyebrows, diluting the sorrow and hopelessness that had condensed on her brows.

Her unbridled innocence, and her exuberant gaiety, killed the old prince's tirade.

"Julie, hurry up and serve the almond tea." She raised her voice, her breath full, "I made this with almond flour, peanuts, roses, raisins, cherries and sugar. Almond tea for beauty and anti-aging, you must drink a few more cups."

The old duke had always been obedient to Margaret, so he immediately drank a glass of it as kindly as possible—the taste was weird, but it was quite good after careful tasting.

"Almond tea with a unique taste." The old prince coughed lightly, sat next to Margaret as he was used to, grabbed her hand and said, "I don't mean to blame you at all, my dear, I also I have no right to blame you. But if you feel that you can make a change in your previous life, then in exchange for this sacrifice, I will provide you with all the compensation you need."

"The way of life in the past?" Margaret frowned slightly with two slender eyebrows, looking puzzled and troubled, "Ah! You mean... I understand what you mean, Duke, recalling the past It is indeed necessary to change the vain life of youth. But..."

Speaking of this, her slender neck was slightly tilted to one side, and melancholy enveloped the beautiful face that was still sunny just now.

At this moment, the old prince was almost willing to take off the star and offer it at her feet, just to make her smile again.

"It's a father's duty to solve her daughter's worries." He also closed his other hand and squeezed her hand comfortingly, "Tell me, honey, things may not be as bad as you imagined."

Margaret pursed her lips and said with a sad face: "The past life has already marked me, Duke, and there is no other benefit to being with you except that others will gossip about you. I There is a debt of forty thousand francs, and I must return to Paris and sell my furniture, trinkets, and jewels, or the debtor..."

The old prince laughed—with a strength rarely seen in seventy-year-olds—as if Marguerite had made a foolish, foolish and endearing mistake, and he touched his dripping little Head, said with a pleasant face: "As long as you want, you can keep your furniture and jewelry, my little rascal. As for your debts..." The old man changed into a pair of "It's cold, let Microsoft go bankrupt" In a calm tone, he said lightly: "Assure me, you will never deal with bad men like vultures again, and I will give you 70 francs a year."

Margaret stared at him blankly.

"Too little? You greedy baby, one hundred thousand francs, is it enough?" The old prince looked at her lovingly and helplessly, "It can't be more, I don't want to spoil my baby. "

She got off the chair, knelt on the thick carpet, buried her still wet head into the old man's legs, and said sullenly: "Too much, Duke, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back the extravagance. "

"You have to learn to keep accounts, my dear." The old prince was out of breath with a smile, "Report to me about your expenses every week, and I will strictly control your expenses."

Margaret hugged the Duke and acted like a daughter did to her father - just like she wanted to do to Mr. Bennet, ten thousand alpacas in her heart galloped to the tune of "Good Day" And pass.

——This golden thigh is too thick and strong...

With the old Duke as a strong backing, Margaret finally touched the edge of the heroine: investing, setting up factories, negotiating business, exploiting labor...running wildly on the road of bourgeois reactionaries.

I finally got out of the farming text, QAQ!

——In the mid-nineteenth century, bell-shaped panniers woven with horsehair dominated the mainstream.Margaret crossed the heroine's golden finger wide open, and introduced the whalebone into the petticoat, greatly expanding the expansion of the skirt, which is lighter and more flexible than the past multi-layer pads, coarse cloth pads and starched plain cloth petticoats.

In 1846, the sewing machine had just come out, and Margaret bought its patent.

When negotiating business with businessmen from all over the world, the thing she can't bear the most is the Arab businessman - the hot desert climate makes the Arabs very impatient, and they adopt the most primitive way of bargaining, which is that the most primitive Chinese cabbage is too expensive for [-] cents. This made all the negotiating strategies and skills that Margaret had worked so hard to sum up—it would be impossible not to talk to them. The wool, fur and carpets that are abundant in Arabia are fats that cannot be given up at all!

Although the old Duke was deeply jealous of the work that took up so much of Margaret's time and energy-he, like all high-society men of this era, believed that it would be good for girls to make vases at home-he cut off Giving financial support to Margaret, and sadly discovering that her career is booming and on the right track, she can completely kick him away...

The duke didn't show up for a week, and that's about as far as he could go.On the eighth day, he came with snot and tears, and begged Margaret to keep in touch with him as before. As long as he could see Margaret, the Duke agreed to let her move freely, and asked her swore that, even if it cost him his life, he would never speak a single word of reproach against her again.

Margaret won a staged victory, kneeling and retreating.

Of course, although the desire for control of the elderly is forcibly suppressed by oneself, sometimes it will reappear involuntarily.Whenever the old Duke tried to get Margaret to give up her factory and job, coquettishness, coquettishness, threats and cuteness would come in turn. As time passed, the old Duke had no choice but to let her go with deep resentment—no matter how strict the control was , as long as Margaret insists on acting like a spoiled child, he will have to make concessions like all fathers who dote on their daughters.

Baozi's original ideal was finally realized, but it was quite different from the original intention.

——She had to step on the train of the times, and had to force herself to run wildly all the way.

Because she is a daughter-in-law—even if she has long since cut off her lovers, even if she treats the ambitious viscount, baron, and earl with the most indifferent attitude, even if she is under the strictest supervision and protection of the old duke— ——The imprint of Nu Zhi Nu has long been firmly stamped on her, and it can no longer be erased.

This is a career that can never be washed away. Once you choose it, your life will be completely ruined.From then on, I can only be with this group, and I can only anesthetize myself through indulgence and extravagance, so as to forget the shame and loneliness... From then on, I will never be redeemed...

Men regarded her as a prey worthy of conquest and vanity, and women regarded her as a model of moral depravity; she had no friends, lived a lonely life, and was willing to associate with her only women who were in the same situation or had been women. , an old woman whose age has passed away...

Unless...unless she can grasp and control enough social resources: in a thriving capitalist society, only money can overwhelm the power of traditional morality!

Yes, when Margaret and the Duke returned to Paris in 1847, no one dared to offend her: she held the code of Paris beauty in her hands, she designed the most fashionable dresses, and she was glamorous and noble, and treated men A disdainful image appeared in the social arena, the ladies worshiped her as a god, and the men regarded her as the goddess of dreams...

But Margaret was no happier.

In the capitalist society, the role of human beings is replaced by machines, and the connection between people is cut off by technology. People find that the earth keeps turning as usual without anyone, and one person is becoming more and more irrelevant to another.At this time, psychological loss forces people to look for a sense of existence-social life is the best way to gain a sense of existence.

——In the high society of Paris, if you want to gain a foothold, you must often show your face.Social life is extremely important, and people who shine in the social arena are treated like celebrities everywhere.

For women, focusing on jewelry, hats and skirts can greatly fill the emptiness in their hearts; for men, a beautiful and luxurious mistress is the best embodiment of status and identity.They feed their vanity, get their thrills, and fill a void by spending big bucks on high-profile courtesans.If the girls live a healthy and stable life according to the rules, men will never give them a second look, and they will never spend a dime on them.

The last way for girls who have lost their way to become good is blocked by the combination of vanity and hypocrisy in this society.

She is not even qualified to mock the death of the original owner—dancing, drinking, and having fun—she feels hopelessness and loneliness all the time. Although the old duke loves her very much, he is an old man after all. In the eyes of a child who just needs to be coaxed and pampered, the old man can't understand the conflict and suffering in that complicated heart.

Even if you cry loudly on the street where people come and go, you still can't attract attention, even if you die silently, you won't receive tears and blessings, no real friends, no spiritual communication, the whole society has decayed from the inside, Each of us will decay along with it... This kind of negative emotion will make people who are not hard-hearted and strong-willed go with the crowd, degenerate and despair.

Fortunately, fortunately, Baozi has become strong enough after traveling, traveling and wandering.

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The Earl, whose surname's initials are N, stayed in Margaret's No. [-] box steadfastly, entangled Margaret in all directions, from multiple angles, and without dead ends, like an octopus, a squid, or a sea anemone. Surrounding her like tentacle monsters, trying to soften the heart of this beautiful and cold young woman...

At this moment, the atmosphere in the box was like a funeral, solemn, depressing and heavy.

The man is embarrassed because he can't do anything, and the woman is upset because of this annoying guy's visit.The count blushed and bit his lip, but he continued to fight undaunted, even though Margaret's undisguised blunt attitude embarrassed him to death.

If it wasn't for the business dealings with Earl N, I would have kicked him out as soon as he entered the door!

I'm so bored to death that I can't even watch the show properly!

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore, and you won't let anyone squeeze it into a round shape. The bun snorted softly, took out his pocket watch and looked at it, and said without lifting his eyelids: "It seems that I have to go home, Earl. "

"Good-bye, ma'am, are you going now? I'm afraid I've bored you."

"Today you don't annoy me more than usual, you don't have to be too modest." Margaret glanced at him lightly, smiling like a flower.

"When will I see you again? I mean, is it possible for me to see you when you wish?"

"When you have business with me, the door of the box will definitely be open for you." She emphasized the word "box", obviously saying: Don't think about other places, you understand!

Finally getting rid of this young man who made her feel uncomfortable, Margaret breathed out the turbid air mixed with the earl's breath in her lungs, refreshed.She went downstairs along the carved railings, singing and dancing all the way until she ignored the front, and almost collided with the young people walking towards her.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am..." The bowler hat on the young man's head was tilted because of the sudden brake. "God, Margaret!"

His beautiful and delicate oval face turned into a red egg with a "thump".

The young man's voice sounded very familiar, but Margaret couldn't get it out of the memory bank even if she tried her best. She could only look at this bewildered and beautiful young man with a smile, admiring him from head to toe. .

The young man in front of him was very beautiful, very beautiful, with a pair of beautifully shaped eyes embedded in his straight oval face.The neatly combed hair forms a beautiful peach blossom tip on the golden ratio forehead, and the two eyebrows that are not too thick are long and curved, which perfectly match the innocent eyes.His upper lip is thin, but his lower lip is plump and thick. The smile on his lips makes him look extremely sincere, pure and sunny.

It's my type...

Margaret heard the sound of her little heart zzz-la-la leaking.

"Since you can say my name in one breath, I will also ask you your last name." She smiled the most charmingly.

"Armand, Armand Duval." His heart was pounding.

Armand Duval...

...the most unwelcome positive character in Western classics!none of them!

Stupid, impulsive, vain, selfish, domineering, cowardly, jealous, crybaby, narrow-minded, mindless, and unable to solve problems. The male protagonist in "La Traviata" has nothing but his face and true love. He is blind with his lawyer's degree. Armand Duval!

So disillusioned!So gorgeous!Time traveler, you must hate me!I want a newspaper!

"This is due to fate. I have been looking forward to it for a long time..." Armand murmured, "I heard that you recovered completely three years ago. I have never been so happy in my life."

"We did meet before, didn't we?" Margaret hadn't recovered from the sense of disillusionment, "I'm too self-willed, and one of them is that I don't want to remember the people I met. "

"I've seen you three times, ma'am." The young man was obviously lost in memory, and the blush on his face became more distinct, "The last time was six months ago, when you were wearing a long white dress, sitting in an open carriage, giving the latest inflatable rubber Tire promotion. You are wearing a long tulle dress with feathers, a wide straw hat, an embroidered shawl, and on your wrist you have a favorite among ladies and ladies of your own design. a wide gold bracelet, as beautiful as a Titian oil painting..."

Margaret couldn't help laughing: "Your memory is amazing."

Armand pouted his lower lip aggrievedly: "The penultimate time was in the Oriental restaurant you opened, you were wearing a fur coat and the most exquisite, sexy and charming muff in the details, The jet-like hair is curled like waves, and it is parted in two large locks on the forehead and dragged back to the back of the head, revealing the pearl-like earlobes, and the two diamond earrings are shining. I really can't forget you Intoxicated... the first time was at the People's Theatre, when you fell ill and passed out, and I had to take offense and send you home. Gaston told me you were sick all the time, and it broke my heart ..."

Unable to restrain his emotions, he pulled Margaret's little hand covered in tulle gloves and kissed it lightly. A drop of hot tears penetrated the glove and soaked on her cold skin.

The scorching temperature penetrated from the hole in the hard outer wall to the inside of the Indian solid ball, making Margaret's cold heart tremble slightly.

At this moment, she finally understood thoroughly why the original Marguerite was willing to give up everything and follow this irrational Armand who was not worth entrusting her life to.

——In such an indifferent world, in such an era where everyone is indifferent to others, in a society where mistresses are only used to show off and compare, and don't even care about life and death, there is a person, there is a person, Willing to worry about you, willing to sleep for you, willing to treat you in every possible way, willing to go to your residence every day to inquire about your illness without leaving your name, willing to abandon everything for you - future, status and even family, as long as you have you and love you... …

For a woman, love is so deep that there is nothing else to ask for.What's more, she has also suffered all the suffering and shame in the world, and has suffered from the double destruction of body and mind...

It's a pity that the moral standards of this world are too inexplicable. When a man has a beautiful and charming mistress, everyone will envy him and compliment him; He has no future, is completely destroyed, and his family and family name are also dishonored...

It seems that she has been hopeless in love all her life.

Margaret sighed softly, tried her best to suppress the trickle of warmth in her heart, and said with a casual smile: "Tell me, if what you said is true, why don't you come and talk to me? The doctor said that if you wait a few days later Within minutes, I might die, but I don't even know who my savior is!"

"That's too presumptuous, ma'am." He let go of Margaret's hand, his eyes were burning, "I thought that as long as I saw you healthy and happy, I would be satisfied. But now... I can't convince myself that I don't love you ...From the first time I saw you, I fell in love and couldn't extricate myself."

Margaret chuckled—a smile full of self-mockery, helplessness, and melancholy—she said seriously, "I don't question your sincerity, but how much do you love?"

Under the gaze of her dark eyes, Armand almost knelt down: "I am willing to give everything for you, just to get your smile. As long as it is your wish, I will dedicate my life to you with joy .”

Margaret snorted. After she saw the obsessive, burning and serious light in the boy's eyes, she couldn't even criticize this irrational Werther-style mad love.

She rolled her eyes and thought about it: "As long as it is my wish, you will obey without hesitation, is that so?"

"No doubt, Margaret, if you asked me to die immediately, I would be happy."

"You swear?"

Armand pressed his chest and swore affectionately: "I swear, I swear with everything a man has given."

"Okay, now I order you, turn around and go home, completely, completely, forget about this woman named Marguerite Gautier."

Goodbye, the man who loves me the most.

Marguerite left directly under Armand's astonished and painful eyes.

With tears in her eyes, she bid farewell to the man who was willing to love her wholeheartedly, and the loyal dog who loved her obsessively.

The author has something to say: So tired...

You can go to see La Traviata in 1936, Garbo played Marguerite, who played Armand forgot...

The gods and goddesses don't explain!Beauty cried!