Grasp the farming script in the famous book

On the streets of Paris, the whistles of the gendarmerie seemed to be sounding from all directions, forming a siege, getting closer and closer.

Andrea cursed secretly, then smiled and said to the companions beside her, "Today is really wicked."

Obviously, the gendarmerie and the police are all directed at these backbones.

He's okay, he's been in the high society in Paris recently, and finally made some "friends".Even if he falls into the police station, with his status as "Prince Cavalcanti", someone can fish him out.

But his companions will end badly—

Now these people around him are the backbone of the movement. If they are imprisoned, the movement that has just started in Paris will suffer huge losses.

And Andrea himself—he was the "culprit" who had called the convict riot in Toulon, and he was a wanted prisoner.

Andrea shook his head, thinking that only one or two people in Paris knew his secret, so there was nothing to worry about.

But now a place must be found for his companions.

When Andrea looked up, he suddenly saw the brightly lit Grand Opera House in front of him.

"Go, follow me! I know the place!"

He quickly called a dozen people around him: "Unbutton your clothes, take off your hats, and be ready to change at any time—"

"Change clothes?"

Andrea didn't bother to explain further, discerned the path, and led the people to the back door of the Grand Opera House.He knocked on the door, walked in familiarly, and asked as he walked, "Hector, where is Hector?"

The manager of the troupe happened to be in the theater today and did not go to the Bastille Monument to attend the assembly. Hearing the sound, he immediately greeted him: "Andrea, my friend..."

"It's the gendarme, watching us."

"If there are any costumes, let the brothers put them on first, and then arrange a temporary dance, let them go to the stage to dance."

Hector secretly admired that Andrea had such quick wit to come up with such an idea.

But the troupe was not his, and Hector said at once: "I must go and say hello to the owner."

When Andrea thought of the young "employee", she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, with a smile on her lips, and said, "You don't need to go, I'll go find her right away and explain to her myself."

From the passage backstage, a clear and stern female voice sounded: "Don't look for it, I'm right here."

Roland came backstage to look for Miss Polpora, and happened to run into this scene.

Her eyes flicked over Andrea's face and over everyone who had slipped into the theater.

The men ranged in age from young to middle-aged, and were dressed as businessmen, workshop apprentices and teachers.Several of them Roland seemed to have met in the tavern.

This era is like this, the class division is too obvious.With just a glance, Roland could tell which class they belonged to—they were completely different from her, her parents, and people like the Count of Monte Cristo.

Andrea immediately raised her hands: "Eugénie, please—"

"Everyone was assembled at the Bastille Monument, and I had just started to speak when the gendarmes rushed over and followed us... Good Eugenie, it doesn't matter if you leave me alone to the Paris police, but they, they can't do it that easily bailed out."

"This time it's true, please, help me, help us..."

"You know me, I just want to make this society better..."

Andrea put his hands together, his blue eyes begged, and he looked at Roland, almost kneeling down.

Roland made a decision in his heart and nodded.

"Tell Madame Dupre, and ask her to inform the orchestra to bring forward the next group dance to the end of this one."

She turned to the people Andrea had brought in, and looked at the frightened faces.

"Gentlemen, please change into your costumes, and if you don't mind, I ask you to put on your headgear too. Then please step onto the stage and dance to the beat."

"No, no tricks are required, you just need to show excitement and joy."

"Hector, take them to change into costumes."

Roland has absolute authority in the opera troupe, and all members of the troupe firmly believe that this "owner" can solve all difficulties.

As soon as she gave an order, the theater and scene managers immediately led the people there.

Within 2 minutes, people changed into costumes.The people who gathered in the Bastille Square not long ago changed into neat black costumes trimmed with gold threads, put on huge theatrical headgear, stepped onto the stage, and began to perform "group dances".

"Now it's your turn, Your Royal Highness."

Roland turned to Andrea.

She found a gaudy overcoat from among the theater costumes and threw it to Andrea.

"Put it on!"

"Oh!"

Andrea suddenly showed excitement, and threw away the civilian coat he wore to the rally, and the theater manager immediately took the coat away, and stuffed it into the troupe's pile of costume cabinets.

"My dearest Mademoiselle Eugenie, my love for you is as eternal as the waters of the Seine—"

Andrea stretched out his arms to Roland while saying exaggerated love words.Roland pulled it on unceremoniously, and said in a very low voice: "This is not an example!"

"Of course."

When the theater manager Hector watched the pair of "fairy couples" leave the backstage side by side with their heads held high, the small door leading to the street in the backstage of the theater was knocked open with a bang, and the military police rushed in.

"Catch the fugitive!"

"Idlers, don't move!"

Andrea didn't even stop, just left with Roland holding his head high.

A gendarme felt that Andrea's back was very familiar, and immediately shouted: "Stop!"

Andrea ignored it at all, but Roland turned back instead.

Her expression was very unfriendly, her pair of beautiful black round eyes showed contempt and disdain, she seemed unwilling to even speak, but curled her lips arrogantly.

"Ah, sorry to bother you, Miss."

The gendarme immediately backed away.

He felt that with the bearing and status of such a female companion, the person next to her must at least be a duke—he already has a title, why go to the Place de la Bastille?

The captain of the gendarmerie immediately began negotiating with the theater manager, demanding a search of the theater's backstage.

Hector spread his hands in embarrassment, indicating that they were performing.

The gendarmerie didn't care about this, and immediately opened every lounge and called out all the people who were putting on makeup.

A few other gendarmes searched and searched, and they went to the stage.

The stage is full of actors wearing hoods, dancing happily to the music.Seeing the gendarmes on stage, the audience was in an uproar, and the actors simply held hands and danced around the gendarmes.

Seeing that he couldn't find any clues, the captain of the gendarmerie immediately waved his hand: "Let's go!"

The gendarmes on the stage had to get out of the "encirclement" that people held up with their hands, and got off the stage in a panic.

The scene ended with cheerful music and laughter from the audience.

When the curtain fell, Roland took Andrea's arm and returned to her own box.

Mrs. Tanglar caught a glimpse of Andrea's clothes, and suddenly exclaimed: "My God, what happened to your tailor—"

Andrea smiled wryly: "My tailor unfortunately went on vacation in the country, and the replacement he recommended is an apprentice."

Mrs. Tanglar said generously that Andrea can use the tailor that the Tanglar family has always used at any time, "However, the style and decoration of this dress are indeed to your taste."

Andrea suddenly raised his head and smiled at Roland.

Roland was still the same, looking up at the stage, not responding to Andrea at all.

On the stage, Hector appeared, apologized to all the audience for the gendarme's appearance just now, and said a few cold jokes about the gendarme, which made the audience laugh out loud.

Amidst the laughter of the audience, beside Roland, Mrs. Tanglar asked Andrea.

"Andrea, have you made up your mind? Are you going to live in Paris permanently?"

Andrea nodded: "At present, it looks like this."

Mrs. Tanglar asked again: "Then do you have any plans to buy property, or find a place to stabilize first?"

Andrea spread his hands: "My father really meant that, but he mentioned that I should first find a pleasing girl in Paris and propose to her..."

Roland continued to sit upright without even moving his hair.

Madame Tanglar, however, burst into laughter. Obviously, the question she just asked was instigated by a certain baron.

"Then did you find it?"

Andrea sighed melancholy again, and reached out to brush his flowing blond hair—only today he didn't have a diamond ring on his little finger, and the performance was not as good as before.

"I found it, but she just refused to look back for me..."

"Even if it's just for a while, just look at me!"

At this moment Madame Tanglars couldn't stand it any longer, and she called on Andrea's behalf:

"Eugénie, Eugenie..."

Roland turned his head slowly and glanced at Andrea.

Andrea immediately smiled brightly and gently like a spring day, and stars appeared in his eyes.

"Flastic—"

Roland gave a two-word evaluation that was not polite, but in fact, apart from this obvious shortcoming, Andrea's impression in her heart was slowly improving.

When the young man rushed into the theater, she was already backstage, and she heard and understood everything that happened.

Even if Andrea is not a qualified leader, he is also a responsible person-he is willing to consider the people around him, but he doesn't care so much about the dangers he may encounter.

What moved her even more was that Andrea once said that he wanted to make the world a better place.

—Roland thought too.

They are all the same, idealistic people.

It's just that their methods are different. Roland's background determines that she will take root in the land steadily, and use the selfless feedback from the earth to mankind to improve the lives of people around her, so that they can eat well, dress warmly, and live a better life. — But this approach will encounter a bottleneck at a certain point.

The way Andrea chose was to lead the struggle and fight for more rights.

His actions do not seem to be very grounded, limited to Paris, to a small group of people, and to the interests of a small group of people.

But he is constantly instilling ideas into more people. If they succeed, they will break through barriers, help more people, and achieve achievements that Roland cannot achieve.

These two ways can't say who is good and who is bad, but at least they can understand each other.

Of course, this is only limited to mutual understanding.

The producer had reminded that "love is forbidden", and she didn't want to lose the bonus.

Besides, she really doesn't like Andrea's exaggerated temperament. She can understand and accept such a friend. If you want to say "love", she may prefer the mature type of the Count of Monte Cristo.

But Mrs. Tanglar obviously thought that Roland's criticism of Andrea was "wrong".

The lady smiled coquettishly, ignoring Roland's indifference, and asked Andrea: "If you get married in Paris, will your father come from Italy?"

Andrea shook his head: "He wrote to me just now, saying that he really didn't want to leave home."

Madame Tanglars nodded, and asked again: "What about the Count of Monte Cristo? The Count is the one who introduced you to Parisian social circles. If you get married, he will definitely be able to perform duties in place of your father?"

Speaking of the Count of Monte Cristo, Andrea laughed a few times and replied vaguely: "Probably so!"

Roland felt that the anger in his heart was rushing upwards.

The present situation was no different from when the family discussed marriage for her and Albert.

No one asked her opinion, no one cared whether she wanted to marry or not.

Unlike the previous situation, Albert had grown up with her and they knew each other well.But now there are more mysteries hanging over Andrea's head.

What happened to the wanted criminal who had served hard labor in Toulon?Why did the Count of Monte Cristo, who came to Paris with the belief of revenge, introduce Andrea to the Tanglar family in such a big way?

"Viscount Andrea Cavalcanti,"

Roland reported the other party's complete surname and title in one breath.

"I think it's time to have a good talk with you."

Roland glanced at Madame Tanglar's ecstatic face, and quickly added another sentence: "Let's talk alone!"

Andrea immediately bowed to her: "Miss Eugenie, this is my honor."

The conversation ended up taking place in Madame Tanglar's small drawing room.

Mrs. Tanglar tried her best to create the conditions for her daughter to "get along well", and at the same time told her daughter: "My baby, you must know how to seize opportunities--Cavalcanti is a noble family in Florence, not any educated noble girl Everyone has a chance to marry Andrea."

"Your father's title is very low, and your status is not much better than that of a commoner girl."

"But after marrying Andrea, your status in Parisian society will rise sharply. Everyone will envy your property and the status your husband has brought you."

"Eugénie, mother knows exactly how you think of mother."

"But mom wants you to understand that mom's love for you will not change."

"Your personality is there, and mother doesn't expect you to listen to these words immediately. But, Eugenie, go, have a good talk with Andrea, and accept him as best you can."

"A woman's youth is fleeting, and if the opportunity is missed, it will not come again. Mom just hopes that you will not regret it."

Roland finally nodded, indicating that she accepted the persuasion.

Next it was Andrea's turn.

As soon as he came up, he held Roland's hand, looked at her beautiful face with affection, and asked:

"My dear Miss Eugenie, what I want to ask is, can we have a fake marriage?"

Roland: ...

"Oh, you are really my ideal type."

"If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have screamed and fainted in front of me."

Andrea looked at Roland with brighter eyes.

"And you just opened your beautiful black eyes wide. Apart from your silent questioning, you also showed a little appreciation for my frankness."

Roland: ...Thank you, you are too narcissistic.

"Andrea, tell me why you want a fake marriage."

She had to use a more indifferent tone to try to extinguish the other party's "narcissism".

"I think you may have already guessed that I am not a viscount, nor the long-lost heir of an Italian prince. I was a convict who accidentally killed my adoptive mother and was sentenced to hard labor."

Roland was visibly shaken.

What shocked her was not the truth that Andrea uttered, but because the truth came so easily.

"About that crime, I can't explain it to you. I just want to express one thing: that crime was imposed on me. I am not such a cruel and indiscriminate person."

Roland was inclined to believe that he was not that kind of person, but she was in no hurry to judge now.

"When I was in hard labor in Toulon, I planned a riot to fight against the injustices of this world. The riot was suppressed, but I gained some experience in struggle and political capital more or less—many people are willing to believe me .”

"Now that I'm in Paris, I see greater hope. The system of this country needs to be reformed, power should be returned from the hands of the few to the masses... and I'm fighting for it."

"Being close to Baron Danglars gave me a great opportunity. I was able to get close to the so-called 'uppers' of the country, to hear what they thought of the political situation, what they were going to do with the people at large...even I could be their to advise them."

Roland flattened his mouth: "So you have penetrated into the enemy's interior."

Andrea nodded excitedly: "Yes, that's what it means."

"But you are using my marriage—to deceive Baron Danglars?"

"Yes!" Andrea raised his eyebrows knowingly, "You also call him Baron, so it shows that you don't have much father-daughter friendship in your heart."

"My dear Eugenie, if it weren't for me, your father would have asked you to marry, to someone you don't like."

Roland thought to himself: This is the truth.

"If we're 'fake marriage', it only needs to be maintained for a short period of time, after which I will give you back complete freedom. I will not have any emotional or physical relationship with you, we are loyal partners to each other. "

"Do you want to?"

Andrea's eyes are moving, as if a teenager deeply in love is full of excitement, confessing his heart to his lover.

The ghost knows that the two of them are talking about "fake marriage".

Roland rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled.

She walked up and down Madame Tanglar's little drawing room with folded arms.

"Andrea, your suggestion is not completely unacceptable."

"But since it's a cooperation, you have to agree to my price - I don't just expect to 'give back' my freedom, because I am free in the first place."

"Oh?"

Andrea looked at Roland with interest.

"Appreciate further details."

"I haven't fully figured it out yet, but I can assure you that my purpose is the same as yours, and I want to make positive and valuable changes in this society."

"Then—a deal!"

Andrea held out his hand to Roland.

The two held hands, and Andrea pulled Roland closer to him with a little force, and he hugged her slender waist, making a gesture of wanting to dance with her.

In this way, even if Mrs. Tanglar was watching outside, she would only feel that Roland and Andrea~ fell in love with each other and accepted each other.

"Mr. Viscount, since this is a scene, I hope you won't get too involved in it."

Roland reminded Andrea in his ear.

Andrea let out a long laugh, then approached Roland's ear, and whispered:

"Life is like a drama, and drama is like life. As long as you can always keep clear in your heart, why should you care if you are really in the drama?"

This really makes sense.

"However, my dearest Eugenie, if all this is really my life, then my greatest regret in this life is that I cannot fall in love with you."

"Why?" Roland asked involuntarily like every proud girl.

"Because... the producer doesn't allow it!"

Andrea answered with a blink of an eye.

Hearing this, even Roland couldn't help it, her pair of pitch-black pupils shook violently.

So you...

The same to you……