Grasp the farming script in the famous book

M. de Villefort had no encouraging news for the ball.

He just came to see Mrs. de Villefort-after all, there was a funeral at home, and the housewife could not attend the ball at another house.

It turned out that the parents of the prosecutor's ex-wife, the de Saint-Meran couple, came to Paris to urge their granddaughter to marry.But the incident happened suddenly. Mr. de Saint-Meran died of a stroke at the first post station after setting off from Marseilles.

"I have sent for Valentine to Montléry."

The prosecutor said to his wife: "She will be home at noon tomorrow at the latest. You should make preparations."

Mrs. de Villefort was surprised, but she deliberately asked: "What about M. de d'Epinay? M. de Saint-Meran has passed away, and Mademoiselle Valentine needs to be in mourning..."

The prosecutor was as calm as if he was in court, and replied coldly: "The wedding will go on as usual. After all, this is the father-in-law's last wish..."

When the prosecutor and his wife said this, they happened to pass by Roland.

Roland couldn't help but shudder when he heard these words, and silently lighted the candle for Valentine in his heart—the family member here just passed away, but there is still unavoidable being urged to marry?

She and Valentine were on good terms, but she had never heard Valentine talk about her own emotional experiences.

If that Mr. Franz was like Albert in the "Grand Tour", she was a guy who was looking for "adventures" everywhere, and she believed that Valentine would not be too impressed with this man.

But as she passed the crowd at the ball, Roland heard many people talking about the prosecutor's family affairs——

"Mademoiselle Valentine is now a richer girl—"

"Unfortunately... I was engaged to Franz a long time ago."

Roland's heart suddenly moved: she remembered that Valentine said that her stepmother had always been jealous of Valentine's property.Now Valentine is richer, which means... Valentine is more dangerous?

It seems that she must think of a good way to care about her friends.

So, the "Reading Club" at the Central Library held another event the next day—Roland and Louise went out together.

She quickly changed into a gardener's attire and appeared in the vegetable garden in the Saint-Honoré district.

The hut at the corner of the vegetable garden has been rebuilt and turned into a shed where tools can be stored and people can rest.

If you don’t have time to come, there will be employees from the ingredients shop who will come here to take care of the vegetables and fruits grown here.

But today, there is no one around the vegetable garden.The house adjoining the house of de Villefort had just been rented out.

The old tenant is moving out of the house, waiting for the new tenant to move in.Workers were coming and going, supposedly fixing the foundations of the house before it would collapse at the slightest sign of trouble.

Like a serious gardener, Roland weeded and caught insects in her vegetable garden, and like an unrestrained young farmer, he sat on the ground with a kettle in his hand and rested against the iron fence of De Villefort's house.

As she sat, she listened patiently to what was going on in the garden behind her.

It was already afternoon, and according to what the prosecutor said yesterday, Valentine should have just returned from the "sanatorium" in Montalley.Now is not necessarily a good time to meet her.

Unexpectedly, Valentine did not appear, but several servants were standing in the garden talking to each other.

"Miss Valentine needs to come back for the funeral, why did the old lady come back with her?"

"Master Noirtier cannot do without Miss Valentine's care. Miss Valentine is also reluctant to leave grandfather in that wild country!"

Roland wrinkled his nose and thought to himself: My nursing home is not some wild countryside.

Fortunately, there were so many miscellaneous things in the mansion that the servants didn't have much chance to rest. They gathered and chatted for a while and then dispersed.

Roland waited patiently until sunset before he heard familiar footsteps in the garden.

"Valentine,"

Roland jumped up and showed his head above the wooden boards of the iron fence.

Valentine ran over quickly, never expecting that her friend would appear outside the walls of her house at this moment.

"Valentine, my friend, my condolences."

In Roland's eyes, Valentine looked very haggard.It was as if she hadn't slept all night, her eye sockets were black, but her eyelids were swollen from crying too much.

Valentine lowered her eyes in great embarrassment.

"Eugénie, I made you worry."

"Grandpa Noirtier came back with you, right? Is grandpa still in good health?"

Hearing Roland ask Mr. Noirtier, Valentine showed a faint smile, which made her look more energetic, but still couldn't hide the sadness in her eyes.

"Yes, Eugenie, thank you for your concern - the red wine therapy is really helpful to Grandpa's body."

I don't know if the red wine bath is really effective, or because of the water and soil in Montléry, in short, Mr. Noirtier actually showed a little sign of improvement in Montléry's nursing home.

Roland knew that this must not be rushed.

The old man's body is like a candle swaying in the wind. If he accidentally suffers a second stroke, it will be hard for a god to save him.

So she was still very worried: "Valentina, you can actually leave grandpa in Montrey, and my friends there will take care of him like their own relatives...why do you have to take the old man back with him? ?”

Valentine said gratefully: "Thank you, Eugenie, I know...you and your friends regard my grandfather as your own relatives, but...but..."

She didn't know what to say next.

"Valentine, is it because of your marriage?"

Roland suddenly understood something and said aloud.

"Yes--"

Valentine readily agreed.

"Mr. Franz's deceased father was grandfather's political enemy back then."

"That's why my grandfather doesn't want me to marry Mr. Franz."

"But my father and grandfather had the opposite political views, so he wanted me to marry Mr. Franz to make up for the rift between the two families."

Roland suddenly smiled bitterly and asked, "So if you get married, you will offend your grandfather, and if you don't marry, you will offend your father?"

Valentine nodded, and replied: "It can be said—"

"My dear friend, but you, what do you think of yourself?"

Roland couldn't help feeling anxious for the girl on the other side of the fence.

In Roland's opinion, Valentine should neither listen to her father nor her grandfather, she should follow her own heart!

"Marriage is a matter of you spending your whole life with someone else, not your grandfather or your father."

"Valentine, do you like M. de d'Epinay?"

When Valentine heard her question so directly, she blushed immediately, shook her head, and said, "Eugénie, I treat Monsieur de d'Epinay as you treat the Vicomte de Morcerf."

Roland: Got it.

"Then do you have someone you like? Someone you must marry?"

Valentine shook her head again.

Roland gave a "hmm" and thought to himself: No wonder this girl is indecisive and undecided, and she really has no sweetheart.

"The more this is the case, the more you can't just nod casually."

"My friend, that will be your whole life—"

"You don't need to marry for others, and you don't need to marry because of what others say. If you want to get married one day, it must be that you have found someone who is like-minded and willing to stay with you for the rest of your life..."

Valentine heard every word of her friend's words sound reasonable, but...

"Eugénie, how can you be so bold, and even say these things so clearly?"

Shouldn't these young girls be reserved and reserved, and keep all these in their hearts?

"But my grandfather's last wish was to let me get married as soon as possible. My grandmother was very sad. She was almost sick and confused, but asked me to hold the wedding ceremony as soon as Franz returned to Paris."

"This……"

If Valentine refuses to evade her grandfather's request before his deathbed, it will really hurt the old man's heart.

"Perhaps you should go to M. de d'Epinay and advise him to call off the engagement."

Valentine said hesitantly: "He doesn't necessarily... Men can still find mistresses after they get married, so they value honor more than feelings in marriage."

Roland sighed: Indeed.

Of course, women can also consider organizing a "cooperative" family life like Mrs. Tanglar - but Roland has always firmly believed that the right to choose should be in his own hands: if I don't want to get married, then others You can't force me to get married.

This concept has long been the default rule in the 22nd century, but few people in this plane can do it.

Roland focused, and thought for a while about how this kind of "forced marriage" incidents are solved in the farming text.

"Then, Valentine, find another ally at home!"

"Grandpa Noirtier is willing to travel all the way back to Paris with you, at least he supports you not to marry M. de d'Epinay hastily."

"Go and have a good talk with him, listen to his opinion, and see what he can do to help you."

"I will also try to see if I can use some 'public opinion offensive' to help you."

A faint smile appeared on Valentine's face.

This kind of smile, on her tired and sad face, is like the dark clouds slightly dispersed after continuous rain, and a little sunshine is shining through the gaps.

Valentine stretched her hand over the board and shook Roland's hand.

"Thank you, my friend, your presence made me feel so much better."

"I will follow your advice and have a good talk with grandpa. I will also try my best to confide in grandma and try to make her understand me."

After speaking, Valentine had to say goodbye to Roland. There were already footsteps in the distance, as if someone was calling Valentine's name.

Valentine reached out her hand to lift the long skirt, quickly responded and ran towards the mansion.

She ran like a young deer--she had evidently gotten better physically during her time at Monley.

Seeing that the purpose of the trip had been achieved, Roland left the iron fence in the backyard of De Villefort's house contentedly.

As she was walking from the garden to the street, she suddenly saw a priest coming out of the house adjoining de Villefort's.

The priest wears a priest's robe and a hood that only an Italian would wear.

He didn't seem to expect to meet someone else here, and the hood hadn't had time to pull down to hide his handsome face.

So Roland stopped in surprise, stared at the other party and said, "Count—"

In fact, she did not recognize the priest by his facial features.

The reason why she could recognize the Count of Monte Cristo was more because of a certain aura, the feeling he gave—intuition!Roland recognized people by relying on this intuition.

The key point is—every time this person appeared in front of her, she would unhesitatingly take off the other person's vest immediately. The former Mr. Wilmore was a vest, and the Count of Monte Cristo was another one. , and now the abbe is exactly the same.

And the other party also recognized her through the aura.

"Miss Eugenie—"

The count was also very speechless, and he paused for a moment before saying in French with an Italian accent: "Giacomo Buzzoni, nice to meet you."

Roland took off other people's vests as soon as they met, and was reviewing that this habit was not good. Seeing that the other party was trying to put on the vest again, he simply pushed the boat along, bent his knees, and said: "You already know my name, please allow me Let me introduce another identity of myself—”

"Father, I am your neighbor—this vegetable patch is mine. If you pass by here, you may inevitably meet me."

She said hello in advance, and if she "accidentally" drank the other party in one gulp the next time they met, the other party should be mentally prepared.

"Priest" heard the words, reached out and tugged on his hood, nodded: "Miss, thank you for your reminder."

"I remember you had a magnificent mansion on the Champs-Elysées."

Roland felt very uneasy about the mysterious Count of Monte Cristo.

"What brought you here?"

"Is it true that Mr. de Villefort's family lacks clergy to help with the funeral, and needs your help?"

When she mentioned "Monsieur de Villefort," a gleam flashed in the Count's eyes.

But it was definitely not the light of joy, friendship and kindness. It surprised Roland, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

"Miss, please don't get me wrong."

"I had no intention of doing any harm to anyone here."

"I came here just to pre-prepare some precautions."

"You're right," the count said with a gloomy tone, with most of his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, "the one next door is a veritable 'haunted house'."

When Roland heard the earl's voice, he couldn't help but want to fight coldly.

"I just want to make sure that some innocent people, really good people, don't get hurt," the Earl said.

Roland nodded: "You are indeed supernatural."

The count still stared at her: "I think I am acting in place of God."

If it was outside the plane, Roland would laugh when he heard this sentence, but at this moment, Roland only felt shudder when he heard the earl's serious tone.

But she mustered up her courage and asked: "That Valentine..."

She at least wanted to make sure that her friend was "unharmed".

When the count heard Valentine's name, his eyes were indifferent, but he nodded slightly.

The rental carriage Louise was riding in had arrived at the street corner, and Roland had to leave. Like a boy, she saluted the earl and walked backwards—pretending to be fully prepared.

The earl also saw her precautions.

He just silently watched her go, stretched out his hand, and covered his face more tightly with the hood.

As soon as Roland returned to his mansion on the Rue Mont Blanc, he heard that Prince Andrea Cavalcanti had also come and was waiting for Madame Tanglar in her small living room.

When Roland entered the small living room, Andrea, who had been reclining comfortably on the back of a Sicilian armchair, sprang up, came to Roland, looked her in the eyes, and told her that he had a Haven't heard her sing for a while.

"Miss, please show mercy and let me hear your lark-like singing voice!"

Roland: If you don't count the day at the Grand Opera House, it's true that I haven't sung for a while.

She nonchalantly walked to Madame Tanglar's wood-inlaid piano and opened the cover.

But at this moment, Roland suddenly saw the face of Baron Tanglar appearing behind the beaded curtain tied at the entrance of the living room.

The expression of "successful speculation" was written all over Baron Tanglar's face.

This expression made Roland feel very unhappy:

She estimated that the father had "strategicly given up" on Albert, and turned his attention to the rumored "incomparably rich" Andrea.

Thinking about it this way, her situation is actually no better than Valentine's——

Roland was no longer in the mood to play the piano and sing, but put the lid back on the piano again.

Andrea blinked his blue eyes and looked at Roland, as if asking, "Miss, what do you want?"

Roland: "Andrea, I heard that the Count of Monte Cristo was the introducer who introduced you to the Parisian society. How did you meet him?"

"That's right," Andrea answered her question with exceptional fluency, as if she had memorized it beforehand.

"In the early years, I was educated in France because of my family teacher, and I once lost contact with my family."

"Then a priest who was traveling in France met me and recognized me - he happened to know my father, and that helped me reconnect with my family..."

As he spoke, Andrea reached out and stroked the corners of his eyes.

Roland watched it with great interest—she thought Andrea was good at everything, but sometimes her acting was too exaggerated.

"My father always believed that money was more alive in France than in old Italy; so he decided to just let me stay in France."

"The priest who found me happened to be friends with the Count of Monte Cristo, so the Count acted as my introducer and brought me into the social circles of Paris."

Roland raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and asked, "Then, the priest's name is..."

Andrea replied: "Father Giacomo Buzzoni."

Roland: ...

Sure enough, Andrea was introduced to another vest by one of the earl's vests.