Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"No, Albert is not dead."

"The duel did not take place."

"That kid... apologized to me."

The Count of Monte Cristo walked into Heidi's small living room and informed Heidi and her guest Roland of the result of the "duel" in the morning.

As far as Roland saw, Heidi was very surprised.

But the Count of Monte Cristo did not seem to be surprised by this.He's just stating a fact, and it's exactly as if it happened to someone else—

Albert apologized to the Count of Monte Cristo;

He apologized for the extreme suffering his father had caused the Count of Monte Cristo.

After finding out all the reasons, Heidi lowered her head and said with emotion: "In this way, he will be even more unable to gain a foothold in Paris."

This "he" obviously refers to Albert.

Whatever the truth, Parisian society saw Albert's noble behavior as a coward's retreat.

People don't get it: challengers are brave; apologizing is, in a way, even more courageous.

Roland raised his head, looked at the Count of Monte Cristo, and said bluntly: "In fact, I think Albert is qualified to challenge you."

The earl's eyes turned to Roland. Surprisingly, instead of anger and blame in his eyes, there was some encouragement in his eyes.

The avenger who came to the world on behalf of God seems to be saying: Tell me, talk about it from your point of view.

Roland's position is different from that of the Count of Monte Cristo and Heidi. She is more objective, or more biased towards Albert.

She believed that Albert was like her—they were on the side of the avenged, mostly because of the crimes their parents had committed.

"Albert is entitled to challenge you—for your deception and concealment from him."

When the word "deceit" was mentioned, the Count of Monte Cristo seemed to be shocked, and then he showed a sarcastic smile and made a gesture, as if to say: Miss, please continue.

"You approached him in Rome, did him a favor, and asked him to introduce you to Parisian society."

"He did it without the slightest doubt."

"You never know how he talked about you in front of all Parisians, but as a partner who has known him since I was a child, I can swear that Albert showed his heart to you."

"Every word he said was defending you."

The count was silent, and Heidi continued to hug her knees beside Roland, bowing her head.

"Okay, when you come to Paris later, Albert treats you as a guest of honor and takes you into the social scene in Paris. He treats you as a friend, and even a life mentor who can turn to—"

"Can you deny that he has spoken to you more than once about his marriage to me?"

The Count of Monte Cristo raised his thick black eyebrows and stared at Roland.

Not many young girls of Miss Tanglar's age dared to speak of their marriages.

But Roland was calm, as if he was talking about someone else's love life.

So the earl nodded: "Indeed, Albert has mentioned to me his feelings for you more than once. I have reason to believe that he has feelings for you..."

"I'm sorry," Roland interrupted, "before we deviate from the original topic."

"I just need you to answer one question, did you intentionally hide your purpose of coming to Paris from Albert... and did you have any other concealment and deception from Albert?"

Behind Roland, Heidi sighed faintly.

"Yes, in this little living room..."

In this small living room, Heidi also told Albert from beginning to end, that distant story from Yannina, Greece.It's just that the key names were "reserved", so that Albert never realized that this matter had any connection with himself.

Now Roland could finally ask questions with confidence.

"So please tell me aloud, if it is for the legitimate purpose of revenge, you can tear a young man's trust at will, use his friendship, and use him to hurt his parents after he discovers the truth." Emotional tool?"

"Have you ever regarded him as an individual?"

The Count of Monte Cristo was again as frosty as at the opera.

"The little bit of pain he's going through, compared to what I've been through..."

"But he is not the source of your pain." Roland once again interrupted the count unceremoniously.

"Don't look at me like that," Roland said, looking at the count's stiff face and eyes with slightly enlarged eyelids.

"It's not me who stands here to question you."

"—but the voice in your heart."

"It's you who, in the back of your mind, asks why such revenge is 'imperfect.'"

"That's what's 'not perfect.'"

"No revenge in this world is 'perfect', because from the first day of its existence, it means harm, whether it is to others, or to yourself-"

As soon as Roland finished speaking, she suddenly saw the earl's mouth slightly raised, and he was smiling sadly at herself.

"Miss, you are right."

"This revenge was destined to be imperfect from the very beginning."

"But I was trapped in this hatred forever because of a bet..."

Suddenly, a rapid bell rang in Heidi's small living room.

The three people in the living room were shocked at the same time.

The count regained his composure, as if jolted from his own thoughts.

He bowed slightly to the two ladies in front of him, and opened the door of the living room.

"Bertuccio, what's the matter?"

"Count de Morcerve is here to visit you." The butler standing outside the door replied in a low voice.

"What about those two?"

The Count obviously paid little attention to the visitors, but more to the other two who bore the surname "De Morcerf".

"The Viscount de Morcerf has gone home, and the countess is packing her things, and she seems to be leaving the count's mansion."

"understood."

The count answered briefly, turned around and looked at the two young girls in the living room, sighed, left without saying anything more.

Heidi beside Roland finally relaxed. She sat cross-legged on the carpet, bowed her waist, put her hands on her knees, turned to look at Roland, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I have never seen anyone dare to speak in front of the count like this."

Roland smiled wryly and shook his hands, saying, "I didn't think of that either, but when I thought of this in my heart, I said it all at once."

She still didn't understand: "What did the earl mean by 'gamble'?"

Heidi shook her head: "I've never heard of this—by the way, I've watched more than a dozen seasons of the Monte Cristo plane before I came here, and I've never heard of any 'gamble' between the Earl and others."

Roland thought for a while and said, "Could it be...perfect revenge?"

Heidi also thinks there is this possibility - according to her, the Count of Monte Cristo has mentioned "perfect revenge" many times, and it seems that he has been pursuing this.

The two young girls discussed it for a while, and decided that they should stop thinking about it until the end of this season, so as not to get into the horns together.

"It sounds like Albert and the Countess de Morcerve will leave home and break with the past." Roland was a little worried about Albert's fate.

"Indeed..."

Heidi just took Roland's words and immediately reacted.

"Oh, did I spoil it?"

Roland: Why is it that Heidi is so afraid of deducting bonuses like her agent cat?

"It should be happening by now, so I shouldn't be in violation."

Heidi breathed a sigh of relief.

"But now that you have completed your revenge, you still feel guilty for hurting innocent people during your revenge, right?" Roland asked.

Heidi looked at Roland: "Yes...at least I can't feel at ease."

"The consequence of this incident is that Albert's reputation in Paris is ruined and he loses all his friends...Of course his friends who are drunk and meat are not really friends at all."

"And the Countess de Morcerf, who had been pampered for many years, left her guilty husband and gave up all her property, and her life fell into poverty from then on."

"At the same time, because she married the person who framed her lover, she blamed herself and couldn't let go."

Roland: ...?Marry the villain who framed his lover?

Could it be that she has strayed into the Dog Blood Plane again?

Wait, the Countess de Morcerf is married to the enemy who framed her lover—that is, the Count de Morcerf, the Count of Monte Cristo seeks revenge on the Count de Morcerf—then De Morcerf The Countess of Ercerf was... the former lover of the Count of Monte Cristo.

The relationship was too complicated, Roland put his arms around his head.

Heidi raised her hand and said, "Oh, I really can't say any more."

"Eugénie, in my opinion, you are the most resourceful in the entire plane."

Roland: ...I'm so honored!I actually just farm.

"Help me think about it, can we do something to... save it?"

"save?"

Hearing this word from Heidi's mouth, Roland was also surprised.

But after thinking about it carefully, she can more or less understand:

The "hate emotional package" implanted in the "revenge contestant" by the plane is too powerful, which makes Heidi carefully plan and complete the revenge wholeheartedly.

But once the revenge is completed, this "emotional bag" is released immediately.

Heidi no longer hated Albert's family so much. When she looked back, she naturally felt that some people were innocent and suffered irreparable losses.

So she lowered her head, thought for a while, and said, "I used to be in the farming plane."

Heidi nodded in understanding.

"Now that I have reached such a plane, I always try to apply the idea of ​​'farming' to see if I can solve the problem."

"You mentioned Albert's plight just now, so I want to ask - can 'farming' help Albert and his mother?"

Heidi opened her mouth in surprise: "You mean, farming?"

"Those gardens in Paris?"

Roland shook his head: "The ones in Paris are definitely not good. But outside of Paris, I also have a large vineyard, a winery, and a vegetable plantation."

Heidi's eyes were wide open: "Good guy, you bought the Royal Opera Troupe in Paris - I think 'farming' is already very good at this level, now you tell me you are in Paris There are so many other industries?"

Roland said modestly: "It's not a lot!"

"The location is..."

"Monley, near the avenue from Paris to Orleans, about tens of leagues, it only takes half a day to ride a fast horse."

Heidi immediately crossed her legs and began to think: "Is that so..."

After completing the "duel" that changed his life, Albert returned home.

There he renounced his past, and all that belonged to the name de Morcerf, and together with his mother they left behind their father and husband.

Count de Morcerf shot himself that day, washed away his sins with blood, and temporarily drew a stronghold for hatred.

But Albert still suffered.

When a man has ever been so used to wealth, position, fame, pleasure, to sitting in a first-class box to watch the bustling crowds in the theater halls, to write a note, the vendors in the central market will bring good wine and a whole dozen from Fresh oysters from Normandy...

Albert suffered, though he never regretted it.

He put his mother in a small apartment in the Saint-Germain district, and he went around trying to raise a little money.

He has never done anything like this.

So helpless.

In the afternoon, when the sun disappeared behind the clouds, the gray gloom of winter prevailed again over the huge city of Paris.

Albert walked the street, berating himself for his uselessness.

There was hardly any way he could raise enough money to bring his mother back south to Marseilles.

Unless he sells himself and sells himself for a good price.

"There is always a way out……"

He thought of the experience of the Count of Monte Cristo, and felt that God was actually very kind and reserved his precious freedom for the time being.

When he thought of this, he immediately made up his mind—he decided to sign up to join the army in the name of someone else.

Only in this way can I get enough living expenses for my mother.

"God bless me, I go to war to get ahead."

Albert's personality: proud, brave, optimistic, and contemptuous of all suffering.

He naturally ignored that most of the soldiers who went to the North African battlefield were used as "cannon fodder".

Just at this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded in the street behind Albert, and a fine horse was coming from behind him with incomparable speed, and it was about to pass him by.

The sound of the horse's hooves didn't stop at all, but when he passed Albert, he felt a force around his waist, and with a light lift, he was already on the horse's back.

Albert scrambled on a saddle, and the ground of Paris, paved with small diamond-shaped stones, flew past before his eyes-the horse did not slow down at all.

Albert broke out in a cold sweat. Finally, he supported the saddle, sat upright slowly, and straddled the horse.

Only then did he notice that sitting sideways on the saddle in front of him was a young girl wearing the most fashionable tunic in Paris and a long veil.

Her flowing black long hair was tied with a hairnet dotted with one or two dots, sparkling with small diamonds.

"Eugénie?"

Albert was surprised and delighted, and the little feelings that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time gradually began to sprout again.After what happened at home, marrying Miss Tanglar became a complete joke.

Albert and Eugenie have been getting along for so many years.Although there was never a lack of quarrels when they got along, it was impossible for him to be without feelings for Eugenie.

It seems that hard-to-get things are more precious. After Andrea appeared, this kind of feeling sprouted more enthusiastically-finally completely shattered and completely became a boring delusion.

But when he was most troubled and helpless, the girl lifted him up on the horse.

Albert tried to hug her slender waist, but fearing to offend his proud companion, he turned and threw him off the horse.

In this way, the wind and lightning were fast, and the two of them galloped out of Paris and went south along the road to Orleans.

It was not until dusk, when the horse and the girl brought Albert to a completely strange place, that Albert panicked.

"Eugénie, where is this?"

"My mother is still in the little apartment in Saint-Germain. I don't know how anxious she will be if I don't go back."

"Call-"

The girl reined in her horse, turned suddenly and struck Albert in the waist.

Albert fell off the horse with a "plop", clutched his stomach with a "ouch", and curled up into a ball.

This hand is too strong, not like a rich daughter like Eugenie at all.

"Shut him up in the woodshed over there."

The girl's voice was charming and cold, and Albert realized that he had heard this voice before, but had never heard this voice speak French.

"Heidi..."

At last Albert recognized the man who had brought him to this wild place—he had never imagined that the beauty who always sat in the Count of Monte Cristo's theater box, covered with diamonds, could be so beautiful. skill.

He actually fell into her hands?

"Please...my mother..."

Albert resigned himself, and the only thing he could think of at this moment was whether his mother would be sad because supper was not available, and whether she would cry because she couldn't see him.

Heidi took off the veil, and swiped the horsewhip in her hand, making a crisp "snap".

Immediately, seven or eight peasants rushed up, twisted Albert's arm, and locked him in a nearby woodshed.