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

It wasn't a good dream, but Carlotta felt that he had slept soundly, and even realized that the big detective from yesterday seemed to have arrived early when he woke up.

Carlotta was too lazy to care what the other party was thinking, and she always ignored such troubles.But when she woke up completely, Carlotta realized that the arrival of this great detective had solved a very special problem for her.

According to Raoul's aristocratic attitude—before the theater officially opens to the public, he will definitely hold an internal ball to celebrate the reopening of the theater.The time for the dance party has been determined to be the day before Hades, and as a "clean" soprano...

Not at all, no, partner.

Originally, she had always been partnered with Manager Le Far - the manager and the identity of the chief soprano fit very well, and Mr. Le Far was old enough to dispel all those scandals.But now the old guy is retired, Christine and Raoul are engaged, and he...

That's what was left.

Carlotta made a frustrated forward bend on the bed, but recovered quickly.When she came here, she didn't think about getting married, and things like the prom could be avoided as long as she could.This time...

Well, for anyone's sake, I hope the gentleman upstairs can join me.

With such a mentality, after breakfast, and two days before the dance, Carlotta slowly reopened the novel he brought down from upstairs.It's a bit funny to say, she actually brought down the "Frankenstein" from upstairs yesterday, and she doesn't know what she was thinking, or because of a few words in this novel that caused the panic last night.

However, if Frankenstein is replaced by a mouthless beautiful girl, Carlotta feels that she can still watch it, and she still feels cute.

After all, day and night are different. I read the novel for a while with a playful attitude. Carlotta put the empty milk bottle outside the door after she was fully dressed. Instead of going out, she went up to the second floor and knocked. It is now the gate of Holmes' house for the time being.

"Mr. Holmes? I am Carlotta."

If Carlota has any dissatisfaction with him, then maybe his name is a little long and a mouthful.She prefers to be called "Lotta" by others, but the key is that there are only a few people who can get her permission over the years.

"Miss Lester."

Looking at the meticulously dressed British gentleman, Carlotta nodded slightly, waved the "Frankenstein" on his hand and said, "Can I come in?"

"of course can."

Carlota smelled a smell of tobacco. She didn't distinguish tobacco very carefully, but only knew a general idea.Looking at the big detective who was dressed rigorously but still showed a little bit of everyday attitude, Carlotta didn't express any opinion, but smiled when he saw the violin in the corner.

"If you're playing the violin, I don't mind the sound at all."

"I know, but I don't have time right now."

Holmes glanced at the Frankenstein in Carlota's hand, showing a somewhat disgusted expression: "Perhaps it is because you read this book last night that caused your imagination to diverge."

"Then I'm really sorry."

Carlotta didn't blush even though she was hit by the truth, she pouted and put the book back, and took another book of poems to appease her young...

"Poems? I don't think you can comprehend these writers whose troubled backgrounds lead to wonderful writing. Perhaps dull gothic novels would suit your imagination better."

"Maybe, but at least I still have enough appreciation to see what art is."

Carlota felt that when facing an Englishman, he had to rub the opponent's spirit no matter what, otherwise he would definitely be the one who would be unlucky next time: "And who in life is not in distress, I walked out of Paris like this back then , if it is about being in trouble, I think I still have a little say."

Of course, if she really couldn't make it through, she wouldn't give up, so she went directly to Shani Manor to make do for one night and then came back the next day to continue, but she never forgot the years spent in the cold wind : "I think, you too."

After making the selection, Carlotta looked back at Holmes' slightly subtle expression and smiled: "Why do you have this expression?"

"I wonder if I need to apologize to you."

Come on, you definitely didn't mean to apologize when you said that.Carlotta couldn't help but rolled his eyes directly: "If you really want to apologize, there is a dance the day after tomorrow, can you be my dance partner?"

"Dance partner?"

Seeing the repulsive expression unconsciously made by the great detective, he even turned his body sideways and aligned his fingertips. The full resistance gesture was no different from that of a child who heard that he was going to school: "What dance party?" ?”

"Before the reopening of the theater, Raoul and Nana went to the dance party of the insiders. I have always partnered with the old manager Mr. Le Farr, but unfortunately he has retired, and now I don't want to be with two stupid... What is the relationship between the two managers?"

After casually stating his comments on the two managers, Carlotta changed his words a little guilty, but it didn't seem abrupt: "I think the phantom may appear at this dance."

"He will definitely show up. Viscount Shani's move to renovate the theater has already made him look very annoyed, not to mention that he still... loves Christine, and he will definitely come to fight."

"Love?"

Carlotta immediately laughed when he heard Holmes's adjective, which even he himself was somewhat unwilling to say: "Mr. Holmes, I didn't expect you to be joking."

"This is not a joke."

"Come on, he has never been loved, so naturally he doesn't know what a lover is."

Carlotta rolled her eyes. Could she not know about the Phantom's past? Even if she didn't know, the psychological profile Holmes gave her was enough for her to understand: "Your words are a bit ridiculous."

"What if this is what he thinks is love?"

"Even if you say that, I don't believe it."

lie.This was Holmes' first judgment. Looking at the obviously displeased expression of the soprano in front of him, he suddenly realized that the other party didn't believe it, but that she didn't believe it because of some historical problems.

The hatred between Britain and France is really inexplicable and natural.Holmes couldn't help slandering inwardly. Fortunately, the Viscount Shani was not similar to her, otherwise he would have to work harder to find out the truth.

"Well, then pretend you don't believe it."

Holmes put the pipe into his mouth a little bored, but he didn't really smoke. Looking at Carlotta's expression, he laughed a little more: "Then Miss Lester, who doesn't believe in anything, what do you believe in?"

"Believe in what?"

"You don't believe in love, so do you believe in friendship? Family? Or God?"

When talking about God, Holmes' expression became even more sarcastic: "Your ring is just an excuse. You are an atheist like me. Why do you have to act like this?"

"Because if people knew that I believed in God, there wouldn't be all this shit bothering me, especially if I was in France."

Carlota felt that it was not appropriate for her to disagree with her motherland, but she quickly forgot about the inappropriateness in this regard, and focused on the Englishman in front of her: "And in my opinion, I hate the most What you want is indeed what you said, it is love."

"why?"

"Because love makes people blind and irrational, crazy and crazy."

Thinking about that phantom and then thinking about other things, Carlotta looked at the silver ring on his right ring finger with a bitter smile: "There is a saying in France that when you see a girl, you first look at her left hand. The right hand is not important. It took me a long time to make people who met me understand that 'the right hand is also important'."

"..."

Chaotic France, chaotic era, all social backgrounds with instability, maybe getting rich today, maybe going to prison tomorrow. The nineteenth century is too confused, as if there has never been true emotion in this world .

The French are romantic, yet crazy.They yearn for love, they are love chasers, and they think they have got love, but they have never really stayed in a love.

Even Napoleon moved into the Elysee Palace in a single state, who knows what unreliable excuses French men will have.

"I believe in Raoul and Nana, because Nana has me, and I will become a good family. Although the two of them are not particularly well-matched, but the inheritance left by the teacher back then is in my hands, and I have nothing. With this money, even if Raoul doesn't love her in the end, she can live a rich life. This is the case again, since I am qualified to live a life that I feel happy, why should I force it? love?"

"You are so sensible that it is amazing."

"So, I don't believe in love, and I don't believe that Phantom's actions originated from love."

She has never felt what true love is—even when she treats her two little friends, she still hides her true psychology in the deepest part, but now she tells this detective...

Sherlock Holmes should not be a talkative person, and Carlota still trusts him in this respect.

"Perhaps you can trust a little more in the future."

"Like?"

Carlotta raised his eyebrows and looked at the detective in front of him. His beautiful face instantly gave off an unspeakable momentum and oppressive attitude.Holmes' expression remained unchanged, his gray eyes became sharper, but he did not take Carlotta's words.

"You see, you don't believe it either, do you?"

Carlota's smile carried a little victory factor, but he no longer pressed forward.Holding the collection of poems tightly in his hand, Carlotta slowly got up and bowed to Holmes.

"Let's not talk about that, there will be a dance in the theater before the festival, please come with me."

"it is good."

"Promise so soon?"

"Instead of trying to sneak in, it's better to have a fair reason, Miss Lester."

"..."

Very good, I will look forward to your costume at the masquerade!