Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Thank me?"

Roland felt a little baffled.

"Thank you for interceding for me." The Greek princess smiled and held out her hand to Roland.

"My name is Heidi!" she said. "The Count of Monte Cristo has promised me 'freedom.'"

Roland suddenly realized.

It turned out that when she solemnly asked Albert to bring a message, asking the Count of Monte Cristo to return his Greek slave girl "freedom", Albert actually brought the message.

Heidi actually accepted her affection and thanked her as soon as they met.

So Roland also stretched out his hand and reported his family: "Eugénie Tanglar."

The two young girls shook hands with each other, and they suddenly connected with each other.

At this moment, Roland fully understood: she and the other party are the same person.The ideas of both of them are ahead of this plane era at the same time... so they can understand each other, but at the same time, they are also proper competitors.

"You smoke a hookah in the aisle?"

Roland pointed to the hookah in Heidi's hand.

In this era of the plane, it seems that there is no rule against smoking indoors.

Albert had once smoked a cigar in her presence.

Heidi raised her beautiful black eyes, smiled and handed the hookah back to the Nubian black beside her.

"got used to……"

Roland: I guess so.

The Nubian black immediately bowed to Heidi, and retreated to a place where the two of them could not see at all.

"Sorry, when I asked someone to bring me a message, I never thought that you would be treated like a princess..."

Mistaking the princess in front of him for a "female slave", Roland felt that he had done something wrong, so he apologized.

However, Heidi sighed faintly: "I can't do what I want in this face. In fact, there is not much difference between a princess and a slave."

"Of course, you are not much better." Heidi added after finishing speaking.

"The Earl chatted with the Viscount de Morcerf in this box before the show started, and discussed the Viscount's marriage." Heidi pointed to the door of the box behind her.

Roland thought: Albert's marriage, this...

"The viscount mentioned that his parents disagree. If he refuses to marry you, he will make his father sad; but if he marries you, he will make his mother sad."

"The young Viscount is very tangled..."

Heidi smiled slightly at Roland.

Roland understood what she meant: "Yes, respectable father and dear mother, their opinions are very important, but the opinions of the person to marry are irrelevant."

Albert never attempted to know her opinion.

This is a distorted view of marriage at all, or Albert really thinks that everyone loves him, and he has already settled for Miss Tanglar.

"I don't think the two of us will have direct conflicts of interest in this plane, but the difficulties we each face are not small," Heidi looked at Roland, "especially you, you still don't know what you will face Bar?"

Roland: ...

Hmph, they bully me for not knowing the original plot.

She nodded: "That's true, but the situation is like this, and I can only muster up the courage to go on the rest of the way."

"Let's wish each other good luck!"

As Heidi said, the two girls reached out and shook hands again.

"Eugénie..."

Before the Greek beauty turned back to her box, a timid voice sounded behind Roland.

Roland turned around and saw Miss Polpora.She was wearing a long gray cloak over a sequined costume underneath.

"Heloise, let me introduce...what's the matter with you?"

She wanted to introduce Miss Popola to Heidi, but under the dim light in the corridor, Miss Popola seemed to have red and swollen eyes.

"Eugenie, I originally wanted to wait outside your box, but when I heard a voice here, I followed along to find it...I want to tell you, it's true..."

Tears welled up from Miss Popola's eyes.

"The opera house is really... soon to be disbanded..."

As soon as Miss Popola finished speaking, Roland and Heidi heard a burst of exclamation from the direction of the box at the same time.

It was the entire audience in the opera house who were exclaiming.

Heidi stretched out her hand and opened the door of the box to take a look, then immediately turned her head and said to Roland, "You must go back immediately, hurry up!"

In Mrs. Tanglar's box, when the curtain rose for the second act, everyone was focused on watching the play.

Or in other words, after the brief "confrontation" in the social world just before the intermission, the confrontation, the confrontation, the welcome and the sending... Everyone calmed down, recharged their batteries, and prepared to "fight again" during the next intermission.

Madame Tanglar turned her head by chance and glanced at her daughter.

She was surprised to find that the only thing left on Eugenie's seat was a cashmere cloak hanging from the back of the chair, which had disappeared long ago.

Mrs. Tanglar resisted the urge to shout out, she didn't even dare to tilt her head too obviously, she only dared to peek out of the corner of her eye.

The Count of Monte Cristo, who was sitting near the door of the box, was concentrating on tapping the time with his hands, and even hummed softly.This lady seemed oblivious to Eugenie's "absence".

Madame Tanglar breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart felt like a small drum.

She repeated in her heart "Eugenie, come back soon", you must know that in this box at the moment, there are not only Eugenie's potential marriage partner, but also the father of the marriage partner.

"This child is too bold." Mrs. Tanglar thought quietly, but she never thought that when she was young, she had cheated on her lover and secretly gave birth to her lover's child behind someone's back. This daughter just came from the theater. Sneaking out of the box was nothing compared to her behavior.

Mrs. Tanglar was feeling anxious when she suddenly heard exclamations from the whole theater.

Debray gave an "ooh" and said, "It's Miss Donna Bello!"

Mrs. Tanglar looked intently at the stage, only to see the leading actor fainted on the stage.

The performance was forced to be interrupted, and the rest of the actors on the stage either stood at a loss, or rushed up to check the condition of the leading actor and prepare for first aid.

The curtain was quickly lowered to hide the chaos on the stage.

A burly gentleman came onto the stage and repeatedly stated his position to the audience, stating that the performance will soon return to normal, and everyone please stay calm.

Madame Tanglar was surprised, and finally remembered: Eugenie, Eugenie...

If her daughter doesn't come back, the people in the box will find out...

She turned her head abruptly, only to see that Miss Tanglar was sitting dignifiedly on the chair in the back row, her chin raised high, her usual indifference and arrogance.The original cashmere cloak was now draped over the chair beside her.

Madame Tanglars couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her eyes, as if she had misread.My daughter never left the box from the beginning to the end.

Roland returned to the box at the right time, sat back on the chair at the right time, and asked a question at the right time: "Miss Bello... what's wrong?"

The guests in the whole box seemed to be ignorant of Roland's departure—except that Mrs. Tanglar was rubbing her eyes in a daze.

The Count of Monte Cristo stood up, leaned forward, and embraced the Count de Morcerf. The two were talking about something.

Roland always felt that the Count of Monte Cristo deliberately let her sneak out to meet Heidi.

She lowered her head and recalled what happened just now:

She had just met Heidi, a Greek beauty who was also a "contestant", and as soon as she turned her face, she saw Miss Popola came crying and told her in a hurry that the Royal Opera Troupe, as the rumors said, would soon To be dissolved.

Before she had a chance to inquire about the details, Miss Donna, the mainstay of the troupe, fainted on the stage, causing a commotion—she had to rush back to her box.

She understands her friend's feelings very well:

Popola finally found a job he likes and found an excellent troupe, but in a blink of an eye the troupe was about to be disbanded——

This not only means that the Grand Opera House may close its doors, and the upper class people in Paris will lose a place for entertainment and socializing, but it also means that there will be many theater troupe people and people who depend on the theater for a living, which will be seen in the future. For a period of time, there was no food or clothing.

They might be able to change schools and make a living in other theater companies;

Maybe you need to leave Paris and travel to other cities;

Or maybe, they can only give up the profession they love, and turn to a profession they are not used to, don't like, or even... despise.

Roland clearly heard a sigh from the bottom of his heart——

Why is it about to disband all of a sudden?

She looks at the stage.

The curtain opened slowly again.

The audience was surprised to see that the stage set had been changed—but it was not completely changed, half of which was a dense forest lined with trees, while the other half was still the seaport with blue waves from the previous scene.

"The show has changed."

said Albert in surprise.

The audience in the hall also noticed this, and they called Miss Donna's name loudly:

"Donna, where did our Donna go?"

The gentleman who appeared before came onto the stage again with a bitter face: "Everyone, I'm really sorry. Miss Donna Bello is unwell and needs to rest. The troupe has arranged another opera. I hope you like it..."

The opera, which had already been staged to the second act, was temporarily changed. The actors hurried on the stage, but they didn't know where to stand. For a while, people were running around, and the stage was in chaos.

The conductor of the on-site band tapped the music stand vigorously with his baton, but his musicians couldn't find the assigned score for a while.With one stroke of the baton, the "overture" of the new repertoire sounded sparsely——

That can't be called "overture" at all, it's called "chaos".

The audience in the hall clamored to express their displeasure.

There was also a sound from the box next door, and it seemed that the audience who had a box in the Grand Opera House also got up angrily and left to express their protest.

Looking at the situation, Roland sighed deeply, and secretly sighed: If this kind of troupe is not disbanded, then what kind of troupe should be disbanded?

However, after a while, the sound of the music stabilized first.

The conductor's movements became more comfortable, and the melodious music resounded calmly throughout the theater.

The scenery on the stage is also being adjusted bit by bit: green trees are slowly growing in the harbor, the "sea water" is slowly receding, and the dense forest is "growing" endlessly on the stage...

A mezzo-soprano walked onto the stage calmly, said a confession, followed by the dance troupe, and the actors who hastily changed their costumes walked onto the stage in neat dance steps...

The noise gradually subsided, and the people who had already got up and left slowly sat down.

Looking at the performance that was almost salvaged from the irreparable "fiasco", Roland couldn't help but respect the people on the stage from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, the Count of Monte Cristo and the Count of Morcerf also sat back in their places.

In the box, Madame Tanglar asked the Count of Monte Cristo with concern: "You have been here for a while, so many things happened just now, do you need to go back to the box to see your beautiful and Delicate protege?"

When someone asked about Heidi, the Count of Monte Cristo shook his head gently: "Well-meaning lady, please don't worry. Heidi is not a delicate girl, on the contrary, she has a very strong personality... so strong that sometimes I don't Dare to go against her wishes..."

Roland: I think so too...

"She said that she wanted to enjoy the opera tonight alone, so I will grant her wish. I will not disturb her pleasure."

Everyone in the box laughed when they heard this.

"It seems that the girl you protected is a real Greek princess?"

Mrs. Tanglar asked with great interest, wondering if she had the idea of ​​being a matchmaker.

The Count of Monte Cristo shook his head: "No, of course not... She is just a poor girl with no father and no mother, whose country has been ruined. Looks like a princess? Oh no, those are just Heidi's only self-esteem left. "

"A broken country... a Greek princess?"

The Count de Morcerf, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help shivering.

Albert reminded in a low voice: "Everyone, the first act of the new play has begun."

There was finally a moment of silence in the box.

People began to pay attention to the performances of the actors on the stage.

It didn't take long for Debray to break the silence in the box again.

He commented harshly: "The Royal Opera Troupe is Donna for success, and Donna for failure."

"Miss Donna is the pillar of their popularity. Before that, her extramarital affair with a certain Marquis was staged vigorously, and the troupe also flourished. Every time the performance was performed, it became popular."

"Now I heard that Miss Donna broke up with the Marquis, and the opera troupe's finances are also in trouble. It seems that the Ministry of the Interior really needs to think about what to do if the Royal Opera Troupe is disbanded."

Mrs. Tanglar said indifferently: "When a troupe is disbanded, it will be disbanded. As long as this grand opera house does not collapse, sooner or later other opera troupes will settle in. There is no troupe in Paris, there will be a troupe in Bordeaux; No, there will be an Italian troupe... why should we be in a hurry."

She turned around reluctantly, looked at Roland, and said with a smile: "See? This is why noble women of our class cannot engage in these lowly occupations."

"The diva's affair with the Marquis...how scandalous!"

Roland stared at his mother with wide eyes, thinking: You and Mr. Debray...isn't it considered an extramarital affair, isn't it immoral?

Could it be the baroness and the private secretary, that's an affair;

Is it immoral for an opera singer to marry a marquis?

Is this really not a double standard?

All kinds of silent questions were written in her big and round eyes at once.

Madame Tanglar was angry: "Eugénie, you..."

At this time, the room next door couldn't bear the discussion coming from here, and booed.

It was completely quiet in the box.

Everyone finally turned to look at the stage.

Roland sat in the dark, thinking silently.

Madame Tanglar took a different stand from her—she had involuntarily assumed the position of the troupe because of her friendship with Miss Porpora.

I recalled the wonderful opera "Robert the Devil" I saw last time, I recalled Miss Bello's moving singing, and the exquisite cooperation of all the cast and crew...

How did this troupe come to a point where it had to be disbanded?

She closed her eyes slightly, listening to the wonderful songs in her ears, recalling all the information related to this troupe.

Financial crisis;

Miss Bello's affair;

The chief soprano suddenly fainted...

Roland got up suddenly, and took the long cashmere cloak from the chair beside him in his hand.

She bowed slightly, approached the Count of Monte Cristo who was sitting in the front row, and said in a very low voice, "Dear Count, I need you... just like..."

She didn't know if she could trust this "eccentric" born in the Parisian society, the emperor from the East, the millionaire whose cash drawer was overflowing...

She didn't even know whether the courteous earl had really covered it up for her just now.

But at the moment she had no better choice.

Unexpectedly, the Count leaned comfortably on the back of his chair, with his legs crossed, and while beating time to the music, he nodded slightly——

Roland felt a tacit understanding.

Just like that day in Madame Tanglar's little drawing room.

She knew he was Mr. Wilmore.

He also knew that she had to leave the box at this moment.

He... can be trusted.

"Thank you……"

Roland dropped a sentence, repeated his old tricks, and quietly slipped out of the box, familiar with the way, and went directly to the backstage along the path led by Miss Popola last time.

The cashmere cloak she wore helped her a lot.

This cloak was very similar to the one Miss Porpora had worn earlier.

The actors and singers rushing back and forth probably thought that Roland was also their companion, wearing costumes under the cloak, and someone even encouraged her: "Dude, work harder, don't give up! "

Roland nodded indiscriminately, and said, "I'm going to see how Miss Donna is doing—"

She came directly to the door of Donna Bello's lounge and felt a voice inside.She looked around and saw that the lounge next to her was empty, so she went in and closed the door behind her.

The lounges were separated by thin walls made of wooden boards. Roland couldn't see what was going on next door, but he could hear the movement next door clearly.

To her surprise, a man's voice sounded in Miss Donna's lounge—and it didn't sound like a doctor.

"Donna, you have also seen what happened today. This stalemate will not benefit anyone."

"You are so stubborn, but you are dragging down the whole troupe, and everyone is buried for you."

Roland: What does it mean to be buried together? ...The troupe is on the verge of disbanding, could it be that it was deliberately caused?

The person who spoke was arrogant and condescending. You don't need to see it with your own eyes, you can imagine it directly.

And Donna Bello, who Roland thought had fainted, had obviously woken up long ago. When she spoke, her voice was very low, but her tone was as stubborn as usual.

"Marquis, they say you are unfeeling. I have been with you for three years, and I have not seen the truth until today."

"I made it very clear: you cannot marry me, and I have no intention of giving up singing and being your secret mistress according to your request."

The person over there said in a tone of obvious impatience: "Donna, I originally expected you to understand that I can't marry you because I shoulder the responsibility of the entire family..."

"Yes, the responsibility of the family..."

Miss Donna's voice trembled, and she was obviously excited.

"Your so-called taking on family responsibility is to hide the fact that you are married in front of your lover? After the lie is exposed, you use the entire opera troupe as a threat to force her to give up her career, hide her name, and become a caged bird that you raise for life?"

Roland, who was eavesdropping next door, suddenly became confused: ... Did she enter the "Dog Blood Plane" by mistake?

If the Royal Opera Troupe were to be disbanded for this reason, it would be a bit unjust.