The Nineteenth Century Didn't Believe in Love[Comprehensive]

Waking up in the morning light, Carlotta casually ate a piece of bread, took the milk delivered to the door every day, walked into the study and began to read the music score.The new residents upstairs have been very quiet for the past two days, and the quietness gave Carlota the illusion that there should be no one in the upstairs house.

Is there really no one upstairs?After Carlotta finished drinking, he put the glass bottle containing the milk outside the door for people to collect it, then walked up the stairs and knocked on the door of the two people's houses.

"Miss Lester?"

"As I said, you can call me Carlota, I'm not used to people calling me that."

Facing Dr. Watson's gentle face, Carlotta's expression relaxed a lot, and he glanced in by the way: "Are you planning to leave?"

Sherlock Holmes had announced his farewell yesterday, and he seemed to be very relaxed. Raoul seemed to be as excited as a commoner girl who got a promise from a nobleman to marry her, and a fool who came to the city from the countryside. no difference.After this period of time, Christine seemed to feel relieved, and usually went to the monastery with herself to teach the little girl to sing.

"Yes, we are leaving."

Watson turned sideways to let Carlotta enter, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed looking at the papers all over the floor: "Well, the environment is a bit bad, we will deal with it."

"It's okay, I can hire someone to clean it, I don't mind myself."

Carlota understands this situation quite well, but he still feels a little grateful for the two people staying here for three days to create such a terrible scene: "If you leave..."

"I'll come over again."

Holmes' voice was very penetrating, and Carlotta's expression was a little unclear due to the backlight: "Staying here is a waste of time. I will come back after the theater is finished."

"You are very generous."

Carlota smiled slightly: "I will write to you when the time comes."

Even though it was backlit, Carlotta could still see that the great detective had just woken up and was dressed a little too everyday, not to mention that he didn't even fasten a few buttons on his shirt.His eyes wandered for a while, and Carlotta looked at Watson, hoping that this rare man of conscience in the world would explain why he would open the door to her, an unmarried woman.

"Sherlock! Your dress is too disrespectful for a lady!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, what she wants is not some hellish etiquette."

"As a British gentleman, shouldn't etiquette be engraved in the bone marrow? This adjective seems to be a bit inappropriate for your status, Mr. Holmes."

"You also call this behavior 'stupid etiquette', why can't I?"

"Because I'm French, facing the scene in front of me can be regarded as a romantic beauty, what is etiquette?"

"..."

Watson felt that he had seen a self-deprecating Frenchman, but he had never seen such a self-deprecating Frenchman.And this Miss Lester, isn't your sentence just now molesting Holmes?Really not?

For this trip to France, which lasted about a week and a half, Watson felt that not only his vision but also his worldview had been refreshed.

The detective duo finally sorted out all the materials and handed them over to Carlotta before leaving Paris. Carlotta looked away after seeing the backs of the two leaving the street, and returned to his study with the heavy box in his arms.

After opening it, there are various materials in different categories, one of which is a stack of photos, Carlotta stopped after flipping through it twice, looking at a photo of himself mixed in it to choose Eyebrow.

Isn't this the Carmen I sang in England?How come here?It looks like it should be during rehearsal?There are not many people who can enter the rehearsal theater layer by layer. The only photo is that Elizabeth asked someone to take a photo of herself.

How could Holmes have such a photo?Carlota reached out and picked out the photo and put it aside, and decided to put it in a frame and put it on his desk.

Carmen in the photo is static, but the charm of her eyes can be seen.Carlotta casually put the photo aside and glanced at the documents next to her. When she picked it up and flipped through it, she realized that this was not the conclusion report she thought.

It was a profile, with my own, Raoul's, Christine's, and the Phantom's.

Carlotta was too lazy to look at her own, and turned directly to the page of the Phantom, watching Holmes write in English words that were a bit difficult for her to read in strong and powerful handwriting, and read it several times. It's a long word, and it's hard to extract a few key words from it.

Egoistic, controlling, genius, and extremely low self-esteem and conceit.There is no anti-social psychology, but it has a territory that thinks it is perfect.

Carlotta looked at the above words, tightened his hand, picked out this psychological profile and put it in the secret compartment of his study, and put the rest in the box, and called it when he went out. He got into the carriage and sent himself to Raoul's manor.

"Hey Lota, I just wanted to find you and you came here."

Meeting Raoul at the door made Carlotta not feel any joy, but facing his friend Carlotta still showed a little joy.After reaching the living room, Carlotta threw the box to Raoul, stretched out his hand to rub his arm, and picked up the black tea on the table: "They're gone."

"Yes, the two gentlemen insisted that I do not want to see you off." Raoul was a little regretful in his voice, but he was not too curious about the information Carlotta brought: "There are about five months left, I will Try to completely repair the theater before Hades."

"Indeed, if you don't want to rush too much, it's also good before St. Catherine's Day."

"I still hope it doesn't reopen when it's too cold, it doesn't feel like a good symbolism."

Carlota shrugged, saying that he would not get involved with Raoul in such a matter.Concentrating on it seems to have an extremely strong interest in the flowers on the table.Raoul didn't care either. After opening the file box, he frowned after taking a look.

"Lotta, what did you take?"

"I'm taking what you don't need to know, Raoul."

"Is there anything I don't need to know?"

"My state of mind."

Carlota gave Raoul an oppressive look, put down the teacup and tapped the table with his hand: "Raoul, there are some things..."

"Lotta, I'm a man and I can take this."

"Raoul, you know, sometimes I admire that about you and hate that about you."

Carlota shrugged helplessly: "I want to protect you too. The three of us always think about protecting each other, but forget that sometimes the other party doesn't need my protection. But it's different now. You don't have as much control in the theater as you do. I, I don't know as well as I know the fallen angel of music who deserves to go to hell."

"..."

Raoul sighed, he really felt this way, but for the sake of Carlotta's embarrassment, he better not care about it.

"By the way, there will be a banquet at Shani's house in two days."

"Sister, why don't you just invite Christine?"

"That's different. This is a banquet for me to inherit my father's title, and it's an early congratulations on my 18th birthday. So this banquet is more important, and I also hope that you can come."

Carlota showed a sincere smile: "I see, congratulations, Raoul."

"Thank you, so I invite you as a friend, would you like to come and celebrate the joy with me?"

"Of course, I am honored."

Seeing that the quasi-Viscount Shani was about to become the real Viscount Shani, Carlotta was very happy.At the same time, she also understands that if this is the case, according to tradition, her best friend will definitely announce her marriage within half a year: "Then your girlfriend..."

"Parents have agreed."

Raoul's brows and eyes were much gentler, and his expression was a little more grateful: "Very lucky, they agreed to spend the rest of my life with Christine after getting my reply."

"Congratulations, my dear brother, although you didn't get my consent, but in view of the fact that you have been suppressed and beaten by me, I also agree to this marriage."

"...Then you tell my brother to save me from beating me twice?"

"No."

Rejecting the request flatly, it was already dark when Carlotta left the Chaney Manor, but the law and order in Paris was relatively good—at least Carlotta felt that no one would accept his Deglin with his face.

The upstairs has been cleaned and is in a state of being empty, and the lights of nearby people have gradually turned on.Carlotta slightly raised his head, listening to the bells coming from the nearby monastery, he couldn't help feeling in a trance.

Everyone's life is going on to a new stage, so what about your own?

Store the secrets in the study, and wait for the things recorded on it to become true one by one before burning them with fire.Singing opera after opera, playing character after character on stage...

Maybe the two people with the best relationship with me in this world are about to get married, and I want to continue to feel the loss caused by drifting away from them. Otherwise, how can my normal self be so sentimental?

When the bell rang, a crowd of birds was startled, but one of them seemed to be dizzy, and directly bumped into the window of her house under Carlotta's gaze.Seeing the poor bird staggering and falling directly on the window sill, Carlota finally showed a smile and reached out to bring the bird into the house.

Just think of it as a gift from God that is not so lost.

The author has something to say: The festival of the dead in the text is Halloween, but the French did not celebrate Halloween at that time, and only the British celebrated it.That day is called Pluto in doctrine, and it is not celebrated but at least it is a festival =. =

The French celebrate St. Catherine's Day, which is for girls, a celebration for 25-year-old unmarried girls, on November 11th.And Lao Fu will come back =. = Mo Fang