[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

This is a very elegant single-family villa, with a metal plate nailed on the courtyard door, "Abbas Architects".

In the living room, Jose looked at the visitor with a gloomy expression, and closed the curtains calmly.

"Duke Fernandez's youngest son has come to Barcelona? What does it have to do with me?"

"Jose, my old friend. Are you avoiding me now?" The man smiled lowly, "I was the first to discover your architectural talent."

"Sorry, but you've already left here." Abbas replied coldly. "So what do you want to say to me?"

"Isn't it nothing to do with you?" The man sneered, "Forget it. I don't know which one will be more talked about than the fraudulent work of the great architect."

He pretended to leave, but he heard a sentence behind him gritted his teeth: "Sit."

Rodriguez smiled slowly.

"Jose, we're actually very similar, aren't we?"

"To be honest, we've all been ruined by that vicious woman. Even if we destroy her, we won't be able to save our lives."

"...but we still want to destroy her."

He turned around and said in a very pleasant tone: "I have been going in and out of the edge of the city for the past few months, and now I finally heard good news."

"The first day of the trial ended in chaos."

So wrote the newspaper following the Demers' divorce.Although the trial is not open to the public, reporters can always find various channels to understand the situation in the court.

"Baron Dermore submitted new materials, accusing his wife of being a mentally ill person and being unfaithful to him. Due to Mrs. Dermore's mental state, the judge finally decided to adjourn the court temporarily."

"Shortly after the trial, Attorney Martin stated that he could not continue to defend Mrs. Demore due to some irreconcilable contradictions. This also means that it is almost impossible for the prosecution in this case to find a lawyer to sue for it."

"—In view of this, and there is no existing law to refer to in this case, the District Court finally decided that if the trial continues, it will be transferred to parliamentary debate."

Joey closed the newspaper: "So, how do you decide?"

"I, I don't know..." Laura's eyes were red and dull.

If you want to continue, you must face an open parliamentary debate-put your shame under the eyes of everyone.She might not even find someone to continue to defend her.

But if she doesn't continue, she will go back to that person.

That... beside the devil.

"Miss Fernandez, what do you think?" Laura cast her eyes on Joey for help, "What should I do?"

Joey hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "I suggest, continue."

If it was herself, she would never compromise with such a person, even if she would lose both.

But that's because she has seen the future and is used to it.

Now, it's someone else's life, so her advice is cautious: "Laura, I'm sorry to be so blunt—if you give up now, you won't be able to find peace. It may even be more dangerous."

If he returned to that environment, it would be uncontrollable for the enraged baron to do anything.

"Speaking in a parliamentary debate is actually Olanpu's strong point." She thought, "I think she will be willing to defend you-but in public, you will be under more pressure, Laura. Can you?"

Laura was about to say something when the door was knocked suddenly.

"Miss Fernandez, I'll bring you a message for Mr. Batllo." The valet standing at the door was polite, "Miss Batllo is hospitalized."

"What's going on?" Joey stood up quickly.

"She was shot while protesting this morning." The valet said very succinctly, "The injury is a bit serious, but it should not be life-threatening. Please don't worry."

"Where is she? I'll go see her right away."

"That's why I've come—Mr. Bartello begs you not to see his daughter."

Joey was keenly aware of something and looked up at the person coming.

He bowed very politely: "In the past few days, Ms. Bartello has caused you trouble. Now that she has an accident, the Bartello family absolutely does not want to trouble you anymore. I also hope that Miss Bartello can recover from her injuries in the hospital."

"So, please don't go to the hospital to find her again."

"Oh, God...you really gave up on me!" Laura sighed while holding her chest, and slowly sat down on the sofa, and couldn't help crying again.

Joey was silent for a long time, and nodded to the visitor: "I see. Please also convey my concern for Miss Bartello. If you need anything, please let me know."

After seeing off the Batllo family, the atmosphere in the living room became even more serious.

Joey didn't know what to say for a moment, and the faint crackling in the fireplace was drowned out by Laura's hoarse crying.

Luca, who had been squatting silently by the fireplace, suddenly pulled out a piece of firewood.

The six or seven-year-old boy aggressively raised the stick above his head and said harshly, "Don't cry!"

Laura's expression changed suddenly.

Before Joey could even react, she snatched the stick from Luka's hand and threw it to the ground.

"Slap!" There was a loud slap, followed by her hysterical scream: "Are you going to hit someone? Are you going to be like that devil?"

She grabbed her son's wrist tightly, with a ferocious face: "How can you do this to me? How dare you?"

Joey quickly got up and grabbed her: "Laura, don't get excited! He's still young."

Beren also jumped up from the side in fright, and pulled his brother aside.

The little boy subconsciously raised his hand to cover his face with fingerprints on it, his wide-open eyes were full of panic and grievance: "Mom, I just want to say, don't cry... I'll help you beat Dad to death... you It's safe..."

Laura's hand shook convulsively.

Her legs went limp and she fell to the side of the sofa, and she couldn't help covering her face and crying bitterly: "I'm useless...I can't even protect my child..."

Her children wanted to kill their father.And she hit her child.

Everything about her is ruined.

Beren hugged her younger brother tightly into her arms and kissed his forehead, a line of tears glistened on her pale face.

"Mom, let me come." She said suddenly.

"what?"

"You don't like me reading, so I never told you that I've been reading law-related books since last year." Bellen whispered.

"You..." Laura looked at her daughter, as if meeting her for the first time.

Belen wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and smiled: "Mom, I'll defend you."

"When we win the case, we will leave here and go to the New World."

Dong dong dong, the door was suddenly knocked again, as if very excited. "Miss Fernandez! Is Mrs. Demer here?"

Joey looked over alertly.

"Laura, we support you!" shouted from afar.

"Joey, we support you!"

Joey stood up in surprise, leaned over to the window——

The brilliant clear sky was so bright it was almost tearful.

Under the clear sky, there are dense crowds.

Tall and short.

Clothed in costly silk and coarse linen.

Long haired, short haired.

young, old.

They are shouting.

They are crying.

Never before have they exposed their anger so bluntly.

It has been too long to boil frogs in warm water, so long that too many people think that this is what it should look like.

But when the blood stings people's eyes, they will realize that the most extreme situation may happen to them at any time.

The door opened. "Joy! Here is a copy of our own newspaper, the first issue!"

Miss Mira was standing by the door, and without any explanation, she stuffed a newspaper into Joey's hand.Her golden hat shone brightly in the sun like a sunflower.

The Rose.

"This is the first newspaper for our women - we refuse to be silent any longer."

"We're going to renew the voice women first uttered a century ago: Man, can you be fair?"*

"It's for men. But more importantly, it's for us women—"

"If we don't stand up for Laura's divorce today, tomorrow, you will lose the right to choose your spouse."

"Your children will be forcibly taken from you, and you will be branded a 'lunatic' and lose the right to speak forever."

"Today we don't seek justice for Olanpu's injuries, tomorrow they can shoot you at will!"

"You can choose to remain silent - it's your right."

"But when the last of us fighting dies before dawn, stop asking us why you don't deserve a better tomorrow!"

Joey looked at the almost full-page bold newspaper and was speechless for a moment.

"Does it look familiar? This design is the same as your Rose's Milk Tea Shop - of course it has been authorized by the original author." Reporter Ricardo suddenly appeared from the side.

"I wrote the text! Although I think, I am also a man, and I am not the only man who supports the feminist movement. It seems bad to write too absolutely; but, in the current situation, I think it is still written like this More charisma. What do you think, Joey?"

"God," Laura murmured beside her, "thank you for the light."

Brilliant golden sunlight rushed like a waterfall among the crowd beside the Fernandez House.

So pure, so passionate.

As if after a long, long time, the sunlight that penetrated time and space.

Joy suddenly remembered that the last time she saw such sunshine seemed to be when she was studying—the scorching sunshine roasted everything, and she was reviewing in pain.

She suddenly realized at this moment that although she was still young among these people, she was the only one of them who had received a full education.

It's not because she's smarter than them.

Nor is it because she works harder or has more money than them.

Simply because, she comes from the future more than a century later.

- A society in which all girls need to receive compulsory education just like boys.

A society where, although there are still many problems, women can already divorce and fight for custody.

And the reason why she was able to get the rights that they might not have been able to get in front of them without making any effort is because there have been generations of them who have struggled for a lifetime.

Joey suddenly felt his heart shrink.

She has been calculating carefully all along.

Calculating how to make more money, how to make yourself better while hiding your identity as much as possible - protecting yourself is also an essential part of it.

But when the vertical aspect of history was torn apart in front of her unexpectedly, she suddenly realized that she shouldn't be like this.

When facing such a storm, she should not hide under the umbrella given to her by modern society, pretending that nothing happened.

Joey turned around and grabbed Beren: "Beren, I'm sorry. But you are too young, I'm afraid you are not qualified to defend your mother."

Seeing the little girl's disappointed expression on the point of crying, she let out a breath, smiled and wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of Beren's eyes again.

"But it's okay. Let me do it."

"Believe me."

"We'll win."

The author has something to say: *Quoted from the "Declaration of the Rights of Woman" published by Olymp de Gouges of France in September 1791.