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

Arriving at Shani's Manor again in a short period of time did not make Carlota feel that there was anything wrong, but looking at the people sitting in the living room, she suddenly didn't know where to sit.

"Lotta, my boy."

The moment Mrs. Shani saw Carlotta, she stood up, took her hand very forcefully and pressed her next to her: "Just stay with me, my dear."

"Thank you ma'am."

Carlota nodded with a smile, and blinked at Christine who was sitting on the other side of Mrs. Shani.During Raoul's three years in England, she and Christine spent most of their free time with Mrs. Chaney to amuse themselves.Although for some special reason Mrs. Shaney took more care of Christine, she showed the same affection for the two girls.As for the extra excitement now, it may also be because of Remy's news.

"Christine..."

"I don't care."

Christine shook her head, and when everyone was here, her expression became serious, and she looked at Remy with a serious expression on her gentle face: "I want to know everything about my father, Mr. Milligan. Please don't To use too euphemistic language to explain, after all, if I shrink back, then I am not worthy to be his only daughter."

Remy's expression was a little helpless when he heard this, but he understood why every time Raoul mentioned the two girls, his expression was a mixture of pride mixed with helplessness and guilt—maybe there were more of the latter two.As for guilty conscience...he was still a little puzzled why a gentleman who was considered excellent in both fencing and gun skills would show a guilty expression to the soprano.

If Raoul knew about Rémy's mental activities, he would be grateful for how tight-lipped his childhood sweethearts were to preserve his image.

"It may take a long time to talk about the specifics."

Remy glanced at the black tea in his hand, and showed a helpless smile: "I don't think my origin is anything unusual. I wandered constantly in search of my biological mother, was abducted by people, and was coerced by gangsters. At any rate, I finally found my mother and helped my mother's property not be taken back."

Most of the stories about Remy are disdain to be mentioned in the so-called upper class, but there are always many credible or uncredible gossips in private.Carlotta had heard some, too, but didn't care.

The consequence of not caring is to miss Vitellis.

"At that time, I was taken in by a wandering old musician as his assistant and wandered around France. He didn't trust me at first, and lived with a juggling class composed of three dogs and a monkey."

Mrs. Shaney put the two girls together before Remy told the story, and the two now hold each other's hands tightly. Hearing this, Christine held back the tears and said, "Are they Kirby, Zee?" Noir, and Dowles?"

"Yes, those three names."

Hearing Christine's sobs, Carlotta patted her shoulder and hugged her, his eyes were slightly red: "This used to be the name of the dogs in the family. Needless to say, your master is indeed me teacher, Christine's father."

"I……"

"Please go on."

Carlota forced a smile, and even made a joke: "Did he still speak with a foreign accent on purpose at that time?"

"Yes, always in this French with an Italian accent, but very beautiful."

Carlota nodded slightly, listening to Remy talking about the time when they performed together. The two had quarrels and understood each other. In the end, Vitellis completely decided to accept Remy as an apprentice.Then everything went downhill, the monkey got sick, they got into some gangsters, and finally it was about that cold winter night when Vitellis gave the dog to Remi to hold him, and he sat in the wind and died quietly, Christine finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

"My dear child, you don't need to be so strong."

After receiving the handkerchief Mrs. Shani handed over, Carlota sniffed and then patted Christine's back, with a suppressed sob in her voice: "It's okay, I didn't hold on."

Over the years, she had already prepared for the worst, but she never thought that her teacher would die quietly in a winter night.

"Has he...has he ever sung?"

Vitellis was not purely French, he was of mixed Italian and French, but he lived in France after marrying the deceased Mrs. Dayet.

"I sang it, it's very beautiful."

"Is it."

"Speaking of which, I also thought of one thing."

As if remembering something, Remy hesitated and said: "I remember everything that happened that year very clearly, as if all the days with the master were yesterday. Before we entered Paris, we stopped in a village called Bois West-Saint Lesse."

"He is so familiar with this village, as familiar as..."

"Of course we will be familiar, Boissy is our home."

Carlotta finally couldn't help covering his face with his hands: "What else did he say?"

"He said that I am a little famous in Paris, and I can teach some Italian children how to sing and music, and maybe find... his former students. He also said with a smile that he is not afraid of anything, except that she will give him forget."

How could she forget, how could she forget.Vitellis planned everything, proudly did not throw away his name, and decided to save money to see the current situation of his daughter and students, but fell in the snowstorm.

Did she miss him somewhere?Maybe they once walked a certain Parisian street or alley together, or a juggler she passed by, or...

"Thank you, Mr. Milligan."

Seeing this, Mrs. Shani hugged the two girls distressedly: "The Dai Ye family and our family can be regarded as in-laws now. Where is Vitellis' tomb...? We want to move his tomb back."

"Don't worry about that, I always remember the master's cemetery, but the master never mentioned his family, so..."

"It's okay, thank you very much."

On the contrary, Christine recovered one step faster than Carlotta. Although her face was still full of tears, she could at least finish a sentence fluently: "Thank you very much, Mr. Milligan, for letting me finally know about the last period of my father's life. "

"Miss Lester?"

"No, my real surname is Dai Ye. In order to protect me, Lota declared that I am her clan sister. My father was involved in some incidents and caused him to disappear and wander, and so did I. But hearing what you said, I I feel like I have been very lucky.”

The corners of Christine's mouth curled up slightly, showing a not-so-difficult smile: "In your speech, my father never used his surname. After all, this surname was too sensitive at that time."

"I see."

After Remy came to his senses, he looked at the two girls who had calmed down but could still tell that they had cried before, a little embarrassed, and smiled flatteringly at Raoul: "Well, I..."

"It's okay, I need to say thank you too, Remy."

Raoul shook his head slightly and didn't say much, and finally sent Remy out of the manor after a brief chat.Carlota covered her eyes with a hot towel, took it away after a long time, and smiled at Mrs. Shani: "Mrs. Shani, I'm fine."

"It's okay if you cry."

Mrs. Shani's tone has been coaxing children for ten years, and Carlotta and Christine laughed directly: "We are not children anymore."

"Lotta might be reluctant to say no, but Christine you're only 16, of course you're still a kid."

"Oh? Then how did I hear..."

"Isn't it? After all, Christine is not a child."

Mrs. Shani turned the two girls around with a few words. Although they were still sad, they were not as sad as they were at the beginning.He graciously retained Carlotta to enjoy an afternoon tea, and it was already sunset when she returned to her home after finishing all the repairs, and she happened to bump into it. I don't know if it was a quarrel or something. It can be said that it was "running away "The neighbor girl.

"Oh God, what's the matter with you, Miss Cosette?"

Fortunately, the girl's reaction ability was top-notch, and she stabilized her body before bumping into Carlotta. Even so, Carlotta was quite frightened: "What's going on?"

"Oh Miss Carlotta, I'm so sorry."

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and although her breathing was a little unsteady, she hesitated after seeing Carlotta's worried expression, and then held her hand.

"Shall we go for a walk together?"

Before Cosette spoke, Carlotta patted the back of her hand reassuringly, then turned around and took the girl back to the street: "Perhaps, you can also talk to me?"

"What if I don't want to?"

"How can that old man, M. Madeleine, understand the girl's mind, and I also want to take a walk."

Carlotta smiled slightly at Cosette, and the blush at the corners of her eyes made Cosette understand that the lady in front of her might also need comfort, so she quickly agreed to the invitation.only--

"This is the first time I've seen you look sad."

Walking in the garden, Cosette finally couldn't help but speak.Looking at Carlotta's stunned look, he thought he had slipped his words, but found that the other party's smile was extremely relaxed.

"It's also the first time I've seen Miss Cosette showing such an irritable and angry expression."

Carlotta lowered his voice slightly so that others could not hear their conversation. The girl next door was kind but gentle. There must be a reason for talking to her father like this.

"Then in exchange, you come and tell me what happened, okay?"

The author has something to say: I’m sorry because the damn aunt ORZ updated a bit late today, so I went straight to bed at night_(:з」∠)_

Vitellis was dead, really dead.But he still lives in the memory, or his spirit is always reflected in his students and daughters.

Next, Les Miserables will mediate the relationship between father and daughter a little bit, and Lao Fu will be back =w=