[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

Beneath the title of "Jane Eyre" in golden and elegant cursive script is the delicate author's name: Charlotte Bronte.

Not her original pseudonym, Curle Bell.

This feeling is really fantastic, like stepping into "Dream of Red Mansions" and discovering that someone in the Jia family is reading the translation of "The Tale of Genji" by Murasaki Shikibu.

Joey raised his head involuntarily: "Hi, I want to ask this—Ms. Bronte, is she still alive?"

She vaguely remembered that the Bronte sisters seemed to be writers of the first half of the nineteenth century.

Olanpu was a little surprised, and an inquiring light flashed in his green eyes.Still, she replied: "Unfortunately, both she and her sister passed away more than 20 years ago."

Joey sighed regretfully.It's a pity that I still missed the goddess.

This cannot be forced, after all, the 89s were an era in which great masters in the field of literature and art emerged in large numbers.She had already learned from the newspapers that the French literary world is now booming.

Today is Sunday, and maybe at this very moment, Turgenev, Daudet, Zola, and Maupassant are gathered in Flaubert's bachelor's dormitory, talking about writing and the cat-shaped coffee grounds in the corner.

Olanpu looked at Joey's disappointed look and smiled: "If you like this kind of works, you can also take a look at the works next to it."

Hearing this, Joey looked at the bookshelf next to him, and suddenly felt his heartbeat stopped by a huge surprise——

"Wuthering Heights", "Pride and Prejudice", "Sense and Sensibility" and "Emma" are neatly arranged together, and there is even a copy of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" next to it. Flag: "Voices of Women in the New World."

She noticed something right away—these seemed to be books by women authors.

In 1873, when women were admonished to be tender, vulnerable, and pitiful in order to be protected by men, there was actually a bookstore run by a female boss, which was filled with books by female authors in the most conspicuous place!

It's so unorthodox, it's just outrageous.

Olanpu is definitely not an ordinary person, Joey thought in his first reaction.

She couldn't help but glanced at Olanpu again, just in time to see her go to the pile of books on the other side and pick up a crooked book.At this glance, Joey was even more surprised——

Although the fluffy lantern-like skirt bulged from the buttocks to the thighs, she could see clearly that Olanpu was wearing pants!You can see the outline of the two legs.

This is the first time she has seen women wearing trousers since she came to this era.

In fact, in Princess Rose’s childhood memories, there was a crazy woman in Madrid who went to the street wearing pants, but was directly arrested by the police and brought into the police station under the name of “immorality”.As they say, you have to wear a skirt even for piano legs, let alone women's legs!

Although Joy feels that this metaphor is just a vulgar wit, it does not prevent her from clearly understanding the customs and traditions of this era.

"Olanpu, is there any work I can do today?" A timid voice sounded from the side.

It was a very thin girl, with thin and yellow hair like dry grass tied on the top of her head, and she held a swaddle in her pale arms. The crumpled baby inside was crying feebly, with a weak voice like a kitten.

"Ah, Bonnie, didn't I say you should rest these days?"

Olanpu passed by Joey like a gust of wind, and the woman in trousers was really extraordinary: "There is work, but your physical condition is really not suitable for doing things. Take it, go back and lie down for a while. Come out to work next month."

She forced something into Bonnie's hand, and drove away the girl who thanked her repeatedly.

Joey watched the scene thoughtfully.What kind of person is Olanpu?

"Olanpu, long time no see." Antonio's voice sounded from behind.He also got off the carriage and came over.

Huh?Joey gave him a curious look, are they familiar?

"Oh, little Tony." Olanpu laughed as soon as he saw him, "The rose on Midsummer Night is a good painting. I heard that you have a project recently, but haven't you started school? You skipped class again? "

Antonio raised his eyebrows and spread his hands as an answer.

Seeing him standing beside Joey, Olanpu suddenly showed a look of understanding: "Oh—so this is Miss Fernandez, right?"

Joey blinked: "Just call me Joey."

"Then I won't be polite," Olanpu was really rude, turned around and took out a piece of paper from the cabinet, and took out a pen and handed it to Joey.

"Joy, I heard that you went to the city hall to apply for a patent for paper clips, and they rejected you because you were a woman, right? Then you must feel the same about this joint letter."

Joey took the letter in a daze, glanced at it roughly, and saw some words such as "voting rights", "property ownership", and "independent legal status".There were a dozen signatures at the bottom of the letter, and she seemed to glimpse "Euseby Guell" and "Joseph Batllo."

"This is a joint letter I drafted, and many people have signed it," Olanpu said with a smile. You can sign contracts with others by yourself, and you can also keep your own property after marriage. I plan to collect a hundred signatures, and I will take them to the district council with my comrades to petition."

"The strange thing is that there are many more men who are willing to sign than women... so women's signatures become extremely important. Joey, I heard about your deeds," Olanpu blinked mysteriously with his green eyes , "I'm sure you'd like to sign this letter, right?"

"Uh..." Joy was at a loss for words for a moment, how should she tell this enthusiastic red-haired lady, it was a bit too sudden, she might have to think about it?

In fact, she is still very willing to support, but her status is a bit embarrassing, and she is walking on thin ice.She had a definite line in her mind—if it wasn't really necessary, it would be better to stay out of politics.

When she was hesitating, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and took the letter away very naturally, "Olanpu, she just came to Barcelona not long ago, and she is only 19 years old." Antonio said, stuffing the letter Return to the bookstore mistress.

"The little girl who was raped and had to give birth to a child just now is also 19 years old," Olanpu said coolly, crossing his hands on his chest, refusing to accept the letter, "Joy is not your property , Little Tony. She's an adult and can make her own decisions."

However, Antonio did not back down: "I absolutely respect her own decision. But if you ask her to sign for the first time like this, it will be difficult for her to refuse you. Olanpu, not today."

His usually indifferent pale blue eyes were fixedly staring at those green eyes with a determined look.

After a moment of silence, Olanpu smiled: "Okay. My trick didn't work. What a loyal knight, Little Tony. It's the first time I've seen you protect a girl like this."

Before Antonio could speak again, she took the letter from him, and turned around to make a face at Joey: "Joy, I won't mention this today. Welcome to Olanpu's bookstore——I am innocent I said this as the owner of the bookstore. There are the latest books on the bookstall over there, if you are interested, you can take a look. I recommend "Yueyao Story", which is a new edition this month."

Joey smiled politely and breathed a sigh of relief.She looked in the direction that Olanpu's finger was pointing at, and she saw the "Moon Story" at a glance. The author on the cover was Alphonse Daudet from France.

Dude?Joy knew he was a famous writer, but for a moment he couldn't remember what books he had written.

However, as she opened this "Yueyao Story", she immediately saw the more familiar title of the essay - "The Last Lesson".

She immediately remembered that just after the end of the Franco-Prussian War two years ago, France signed the humiliating Treaty of Versailles, paying reparations and ceding land.The Paris Commune also rose briefly thereafter.

There is a bookstore with a section for women writers, and it also sells French patriotic books.Olanpu is really a wonderful person.Joey pondered.

"Oh, you don't have to think I'm weird." Olanpu noticed her doubts and smiled, "I think everyone should love their motherland, and this kind of national sentiment knows no borders. All oppressed All human beings should and have the right to claim their dignity and rights - whether the oppression is based on race, gender, or class."

After the carriage left the study, Antonio quickly gave Joey a brief introduction to this strange woman, Olanpu Batllo, the heretic of the Batllo family.

She doesn't wear whalebone skirts that draw out feminine curves, doesn't get married, and opens a bookstore by herself based on the property that her grandfather gave her because of her preference. Apart from running other factory assets, she is busy all day long with funding those factories. Girls who have had the unfortunate experience of giving birth to fatherless children, and lobbying other nobles to support the feminist movement.

Such a deviant woman of course caused an uproar, and she was even arrested for blatantly wearing trousers on the street.However, due to the strength of the Batllo family and the doting of the elders in the family, the police station had nothing to do with Olanpu, and over time they let her go.

The promotion of trousers has been bumpy. Recently, her focus has been to ask parliament to legislate for women's independent status and equal suffrage and voting rights.

The reason why Antonio knows her is because he often helps her design and distribute flyers for free to make it more attractive.

"They are indeed oppressed people," Antonio explained naturally. "I will help design the worker's community, and I am willing to help those poor girls. There should be no double standards in the pursuit of equality."

Ah, I see.A good fighter for socialism, Joy thought.

Antonio glanced at Joey: "I saw the check you left quietly on the bookcase. Are you going to sign the joint letter?"

Joey shook his head in distress: "I don't know...but I probably won't."

Antonio nodded knowingly.Olanpu wondered why more men signed than women—precisely because they paid relatively less for it.

Olanpu is one of the special cases, but for most women, this letter is most likely to ruin their lives.

Joey whispered guiltily, "That's why I left the check—it always feels like I'm sitting on someone else's hard work."

She is not a hero.She wasn't even a top social elite.Even with the wisdom she has accumulated from traveling, she is just a businessman who can make wise investment decisions, not a leader who leads the change of the times.

Considering the price of joining Olanpu's operation, she would indeed hesitate and even shrink back.

But when someone is trying to speak out for the common good, one should not completely ignore it, even if one does not join the voice.

Joey sighed, looking out the window, his brows twitched suddenly.

She seemed to see Lord Demer and a young woman.

The two behaved very intimately. The woman with gorgeous makeup kissed the baron on the cheek, and the baron leaned over with a smile and squeezed her buttocks.

That woman was not Mrs. Dermore.

Joey wanted to take a closer look, but the carriage shook, passed a corner, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ugh... Joey felt like he swallowed a fly.

At the ball just now, Mrs. Dermore was still talking to her girlfriends, showing off her new diamond necklace.When Joey saw her, he wondered why she didn't come with her husband today.

These days, finding mistresses and lovers is a routine operation for nobles.

Although Joy gradually felt that her memory with Princess Rose was getting closer and closer, and sometimes even had the illusion that she was Princess Rose, but faced with this common behavior from the queen to the common people, she still subconsciously felt this kind of atmosphere. discomfort.

Joey couldn't help rubbing the center of his eyebrows, feeling a little tired.

This era is really crazy.Steam engines and electric motors are roaring, and scientific discoveries are produced one by one from the laboratory like an assembly line.Aristocratic men and women are scrambling to have sex, emerging businessmen pay more attention to business order, and there are radical activists like Olanpu.

It's the best and worst of times.

The carriage continued to drive to the place where Alfonso lived, and he and the maid Ada were picked up. The stinky brother, who had never been approved by his sister to attend the ball, strongly requested that he must be taken with him when he visited the castle of Montjuic.

"After all the gossip tabloids have stamped it, I should like it here. How can I live up to their good intentions." He said with disdain.

As a result, when Alfonso, who had dealt with government affairs for a day, got into the car, he found Mr. Architect and his sister sitting on the side seat.

His face immediately turned cold: "You sit over there."

Antonio glanced at him lightly: "Why?"

Here it is again, this three-point cool, three-point sneer, and four-point casual tone!

Alfonso was about to retort angrily, but Joey had already said, "You sit over there. It's comfortable to sit alone."

"But I—" I want to sit with you.Let your architect sit comfortably alone!

"Antonio and I have something to say." Joey gagged him.

All right! The 15-year-old boy sat down opposite with great anger and grievance.

He watched the two people on the opposite side spreading out a drawing and pointing at each other, having a conversation that he basically didn't understand and wasn't interested in, and gritted his teeth resentfully.

Going to visit Montjuic Castle, right?Mr. Architect will definitely put forward all kinds of renovation proposals with pretending.

Oh, let's see.

The author has something to say: Alfonso: I am my sister's favorite!Mr. Antonio Gaudi, let's fight!

In the comment area of ​​the last chapter, there were Chinese class representatives, presumably they were all perfect scorers in reading comprehension back then www

Q: What is the meaning of the mention of "Jane Eyre" at the end of the article?

It’s almost like a reading question in the 17 college entrance examination. How do you understand the fish that jumped out of the pot at the end of the article with "a strange light in its eyes"?