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

Although he didn't know who the young man was, it didn't prevent Carlotta from laughing so hard that he was about to fall off the bench.This young man, you have a lot of ideas. In the end, you just changed to English. Aren't you really trying to win the girl's heart?

But speaking of this, Carlota remembered some things, or anecdotes, that Raoul had said when he corresponded with him.

Raoul has a classmate who also studied architecture in the UK, and his life experience is legendary.It's almost the story of being abducted since childhood, and then finding her mother, Mrs. Marquis Milligan, after all kinds of hardships.Carlotta just smiled when he heard it, and didn't pay attention to the details, but now it seems...

This young and venomous gentleman, is that Remy Milligan?

Carlota sat up slowly listening to the rustling footsteps. After putting on the pair of shoes, he tapped the ground with his heels and stood up after confirming that everything was impermanent. Looking at the obviously surprised young man, he smiled slightly: "I'm sorry. , I wonder if I disturbed you?"

"It's ok."

Remy looked at the young woman in front of him, and felt that she looked familiar: "Excuse me, are you Miss Carlotta de Lester?"

"Just call me Carlotta."

As the principal soprano of the People's Theater in Paris, it is normal for Carlotta to feel familiar: "You are..."

"Me? I'm Remy Milligan. I went to university in England with Raoul. I was invited to congratulate him today."

Remy's smile was hearty. As Mrs. Milligan's eldest son, he could naturally inherit all of Mrs. Milligan's titles.And the most important thing is that he is not married yet...

"You have worked hard on this occasion."

Carlota sighed, and smiled when he heard the faint music coming from the banquet hall: "If there is nothing else..."

"I really need Miss Carlotta's help."

Carlotta raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the young man in front of him, hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Please tell me."

"I'm a fan of yours, and I've also inquired about you through Raoul."

Remy's expression was very candid and sincere, and Carlota didn't feel that his privacy was being pryed into.In this regard, she still believed in what Raoul should say and shouldn't say, but the voice of the young man in front of her...

Carlota frowned, putting the little sense of familiarity behind her, and was a little surprised to hear Remy's request.

"You want to leave a box for you after the theater is repaired? Shouldn't this be said to Raoul?"

"Although I don't believe those rumors, I understand that the relationship between you and Raoul is very close. In terms of the theater, maybe asking you is more useful than asking him."

Carlotta laughed out loud after hearing this sentence, she really loved hearing what she said.This is indeed the case. Raoul became an investor in the theater only because Christine was here. In most cases, he mainly listened to the two managers and himself.This Remy Milligan in front of him was very funny and quick-witted.

"At this moment, should I lower my face and say, 'Stop talking to me about Raoul, who loves the new and hates the old'?" Carlota teased, and agreed to Remy's condition without hesitation: "But you should also know, Our theater is a theater with 'ghosts'."

"I also understand this, but I don't mind. Your singing voice is very beautiful. In terms of music, I am your follower."

These words... Carlotta looked at Remi's brown eyes. Carlotta couldn't see anything other than sincerity in such a pair of crystal clear eyes, but she couldn't possibly abandon them. all possibilities.

"Is that so? You love music too? Opera too?"

"Opera? No, I'm just an ordinary music lover. As long as it sounds good, I like it."

It seems that it is necessary for her to discuss the quasi-marquis heir with Raoul.Carlota walked beside Remy with a thoughtful expression on her face. She was no stranger to the two sentences Remy said, or she rarely heard such remarks except Vitellis.

Thinking of the gloom on the face of her first teacher, Carlota, she still didn't want to believe that he just disappeared in this world, and she would rather that he wandered away.

Back then, Vitellis was known for his sharp words. In his opinion, as long as the music is good enough, then the music is good music.This idea received a lot of criticism at the beginning, and he remained unwaveringly consistent.This argument persisted until the end, although not many people agreed with him, but they were considered friends.

These friends Carlotta had never seen them with his own eyes, but he had seen their names in the works of later generations.But she doesn't care much about these, especially after being taught by Vitellis, she also has her own teacher's evaluation criteria: good music is excellent, if it also brings together the composer's feelings, then this piece Just excellent.

What mathematics and the law of averages... Carlotta scoffed at this, and he didn't even have that much affection for Bach.Of course, she didn't dare to say this. After the banquet at Raoul's house was over, she rejected Mrs. Chaney's invitation to stay overnight and returned to her home near the monastery. She returned to her study and wrote a little exclamation in her diary.

It's not that she doesn't want to find Vitellis, but the key point is that looking for Vitellis and looking for Christine have two completely different meanings.Finding Christine would do no harm, Vitellis would not.

His identity was a political prisoner, and he couldn't say it openly like he was looking for Christine.And she didn't know where Vitellis had been for so many years, or whether he really survived in this world.

After staring at the photo frame on the desk for a while, Carlotta closed his diary, and when he put it back, his fingers touched the psychological profile that Holmes sent.Speaking of which, she has only seen Phantom's, and she has never seen anyone else's, including her own.

Do you want to take a look?

Carlotta glanced at the dim light from the candlestick on his desk, and decided to protect his eyesight starting with me, and go to bed early for beauty.

However, she woke up early the next morning when she was knocked on the door. She got up sleepily and looked at the pale Raoul standing outside. Carlota felt refreshed instantly: "What's wrong?"

"Lota, can you go out right now?"

"Where are you going, how many days?"

"Not so long, just my house, now."

Carlotta gave a rest gesture when he heard it, and turned around, took the keys and a small blank notebook that he had cut out, and got into Raoul's carriage.Seeing that he handed him a box of biscuits, Carlotta took one and put it in his mouth. After eating, he said, "Why are you in such a hurry all of a sudden?"

"You saw Remy Milligan yesterday, didn't you?"

"Correct."

"He came to see me yesterday."

Raoul watched Carlotta put the box aside and turned his head to look out the window. His voice was a bit bitter: "After he saw you yesterday, he asked me a question. It was not convenient for me when you had already gone back. Now, everyone is at home."

"You mean you and me, Nana, and Mr. Milligan?"

"Yes, he said he had news of Vitellis."

Carlota's hand pinched the skirt subconsciously, and looked at Raoul with some disbelief: "What did you say? He has news about the teacher?"

"That's why I'm so angry. What did you say at the time?"

"..."

Carlotta closed his eyes. Apart from being invited by Raoul, this Remy might have a deeper plan.This intention is that he wants to find her, and then verify whether his idea is correct.

"I believe what he said is true, because that day he said 'as long as the music is good'. Don't rush to refute, don't forget that besides the teacher, who else dares to say this talk?"

Raoul shut his mouth, indeed, since the Vitellis incident, almost all music circles immediately closed their windows on politics, as if they didn't know the people who made fierce comments on politics before. Same.All the people are focused on musical instruments, tunes, and operas, and don't care about the unexpected changes in the world at all.

All of Vitellis' speeches were also blocked, and no one mentioned him, as if this person had never appeared.Even Christine's surname was changed to her Lester by Carlotta first, carefully hiding the surname "Dai Ye" completely.

"Anyway..."

When Carlotta spoke again, he realized that his voice had become hoarse.Carlotta did not dare to speak loudly after coughing twice to relieve it, and continued in a rare voice: "If Mr. Milligan has this possibility, we can't bet on it."

"Yes, even this can be said to be the only chance to get in touch with the teacher."

"He didn't teach you much, why do you call him teacher?"

"He taught me."

Raoul thought about the scene when he was a little boy and he was reluctant to go to the countryside but was attracted by the beautiful singing of his neighbors.At that time, he hated the Paris countryside where there seemed to be nothing, hated this place full of earth, and couldn't understand why his parents would call their time living here a vacation.

Dirty stables, smelly fields, muddy roads, and even a big white goose that he dared to bully.Everything was so backward and disgusting, which filled him with violent thoughts all over his body.But his parents love this place, and he can't speak out against it.

While cursing everything, he heard singing and piano, happily as if there were no troubles in this world.In that lovely house, the handsome middle-aged man was singing a ditty, smiling or even dancing.On the other side, the girl who played the piano and chords cooperated with him with a smile, and the three of them told him the beautiful scenery here with a unique duet.

There is a blue sky, mellow milk, fields with the fragrance of wheat, and birds that draw a white line in the sky.They praised the hard work of the boys, the heroic hunting of the girls, and the freedom of life was so beautiful that he, the heir to the viscount from Paris, went crazy with envy.

This allowed him to gradually gain peace, and gradually discover how beautiful this place was that he was biased from the beginning.

Raoul looked at the streets of Paris outside the window, showing a nostalgic smile: "Lotta, he taught me how to face everything in the world equally."

The author has something to say: Remy is the hero of "The Wandering Child"... I don't know if you have read this book, but I read it when I was a child and found it very incredible and beautiful_(:з」∠)_ almost It’s a story of wandering. In the first half, Remy lived with Vitellis, a wandering musician, and then he wandered alone, and finally found his own mother’s story_(:з」∠)_

In this case, Vitellis can be said to be the origin of everything. Without him, almost all the protagonists would not exist.