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

What the trip to England represents no one knows better than Carlotta: the Mr. Detective who might just get himself a try for marriage, the owners who would totally invite themselves to be the Darcy-Bentley Theatre's principal sopranos, and the ones who are more than France. Stable living environment.

No cholera, no uprising, no blood, no panic.

Carlotta looked down at the red-brown tea in his cup, and hooked the corners of his mouth with some interest: "It doesn't sound good."

That is only limited to what it sounds like, living in another country, especially when this country is still the United Kingdom, Carlotta thinks this matter can still be discussed again.

"But now, Christmas Eve is more important, isn't it?"

Carlotta doesn't want to discuss this matter with Holmes for the time being, and there are people she can't let go of here: "But since it's Christmas, do you want to come and pray?"

Holmes quickly showed a disgusted expression, and Carlotta laughed outright when he saw it: "Okay, I understand, so in order to change the topic as soon as possible, can you play two songs, Sherlock?"

The violin was lying on the table, and the brown-red body looked elegant and reserved.Carlota reached out and stroked Holmes' violin, then withdrew his hand: "Only French violins have ebony moldings. I'm a little surprised that yours is actually a French product."

"This is indeed a French violin, but this one is also the most perfect one I have used so far."

Holmes casually put the violin on his shoulder and played two or three syllables. The sound from the violin was penetrating but very natural.Two or three syllables were directly recognized by Carlotta as an overly recognizable Christmas song, but the occasion also made Carlotta feel that Holmes was very disgusted.

"You can choose the one you like." Carlotta smiled directly, and listened for a while before speaking: "By the way, I have a feeling that if I want to go to England with you, it's better to practice the piano again. stand up."

Holmes didn't speak but gestured with his eyes to ask Carlota to tell the reason, but Carlotta shut his mouth in the middle of speaking, with a mischievous expression of "If you want to know, just ask" on his face.

Hee hee, I will suffocate you.

Holmes withdrew his gaze, and a word of boredom rolled out of his throat, but his brows and eyes were stretched, not like a complaining expression at all.Carlotta supported his head and listened to one familiar melody after another, when suddenly he heard a slide from Holmes, which was followed by Carmen's "Love is a Free Bird".

"You still don't believe in love?"

"This song answered for me, and I remember that you watched almost all of my performances in the UK. How many times did you listen to the one in front of Bizet's tomb?"

The exotic music came to an abrupt end. Holmes looked at Carlotta's smiling face, and then resumed after a while: "You know I've come to see it?"

Carlotta pouted, and looked at the already dark sky outside the window with a small smile: "You were my target when I went to England. Of course, I can know where your seat is in advance."

"Carlota, you also have the essence of a detective, but you didn't answer my question."

Do you still believe in love?

Do not believe?Carlota thought for a while, and smiled at the libretto he had memorized: "Sherlock, this song couldn't be more obvious."

Love is a free bird, whoever can catch it can get it.Now that someone has already captured this bird, does she need to say more?

At the end of the piece, Holmes put down his violin, went to the window and slightly opened the curtain.Carlotta stood up subconsciously after seeing his reaction, and lowered his voice when he walked to the side: "What did you see?"

Holmes pursed his lips and made room for Carlotta to see clearly out of the window. There was a black figure on the deserted street, which seemed particularly abrupt on Christmas Eve: "This is..."

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the secret police."

After closing the curtains again, Holmes had a more thoughtful expression on his face: "Do you know what that Mr. Madeleine next door to you did? He was actually watched by the secret police."

Carlotta shook his head: "Could it be Marius' problem? He will come here to hang around for a while during this time. According to what you said, if his grandfather was a royalist aristocrat..."

"It is true that what you said is also a kind of thinking, of course, there may be both."

Holmes turned his head to look at the confused soprano and shook his head: "Are you really determined to stay in Paris?"

"I love my country and you love it too."

Carlotta shrugged very unladyily: "It's agreed that we won't talk about this topic."

Afterwards, Holmes did not continue this topic. After spending Christmas and New Year in peace, Carlotta resumed work in the theater.The theater without the phantom is extremely peaceful, but the audience is as large as ever.

Christine is no longer in the theater, and the two original managers have also left. Carlotta sat in Raoul's manager's office staring at his fingertips, and suddenly felt that he could not understand French.

"Can you say that again?"

"I want you to come and act as theater manager temporarily, Carlotta."

Raoul sighed. In fact, he didn't want to, but at this time, he really couldn't find a more suitable person: "You have prestige, you are an expert, and you can hardly make mistakes. The most important thing is ..."

"Very well, since you have such an idea, how much do you pay me every month?"

"Can we not talk about money..."

"As I said before, it hurts money to talk about feelings. Do you think you are in my heart, you or money, who is more important?"

"..."

Raoul twitched the corner of his mouth, and nodded helplessly: "The wages will definitely increase, but I will really trouble you during this time."

"I don't like socializing, but it doesn't mean I can't." Carlotta also sighed to express his dissatisfaction with Raoul's distrust: "I have never messed up anything."

This is.Raoul nodded, and then pulled out a piece of parchment: "Then the fundamental problem of our theater has been solved, and then a new problem came up, what do you think of the next opera performance at the People's Theater in Paris featuring Wagner? "

"As an impresario, I hate him. Not his operas, but him."

"Lotta, can you be more serious?"

With all Paris adoring Wagner’s operas, Raoul couldn’t understand why Carlotta hated Wagner—it wasn’t that his operas were bad. On the other hand, some political issues will make their already weird image in the eyes of the police in a weirder direction: "Since you hate him, then give me a backup plan. Let's change Whose? Do you still want to sing Carmen?"

"Not yet, Carmen's words are not challenging."

Carlotta put his hands on his lap, searched the musicians in his mind one by one, and thought about it: "Perhaps, you can consider Leon Cavallo."

"Leon Cavallo? Who is he?"

"His La Bohème was published first by Puccini, and the two broke up. In a sense, the work that Puccini was so wary of and even tried to publish first at the expense of reputation, It can definitely be called excellent.”

Carlotta smiled slightly, folded his hands and leaned forward slightly, with a malicious smile: "I heard that his new play is also very good."

"Lotta, are you... want to offend the whole of Paris?"

Who doesn't know that opera in Paris has been dominated by Wagner?Who doesn't know that Puccini's opera premiere had 50 curtain calls?And now my friends want to completely fight these two people?

Raoul only felt his hands trembling: "What do you want to do?"

"You have to know that when everyone likes a person's work, someone will always hate him. And many of the 'everyone' are like everyone else, and when another voice appears, they will also fall in love with it. Another voice, and claims to have been hoodwinked."

Carlotta smiled and handed over the score he had prepared. This is a tragedy. Although the background is in Italy, there is not much cultural difference compared with France: "His work "The Harlequin" is very good. Leon Cavallo is not planning to screen in Milan either, because he chose me for the soprano Neda."

Carlotta knew that although she didn't like to socialize, what she could understand was that her Carmen in England and Orfeo before France were enough for her name to be known by some interested people.

Especially after Carmen, there are really more invitations than before.

Raoul looked at his friend's smile and trembled, flipped through the outline of "The Harlequin" subconsciously, and continued reading without hesitation.Carlotta rested his chin and waited for him to finish reading. After standing up and walking around for a while, he simply stood by the window.

Then she sees what appears to be the secret police on Christmas Day.

Pursing his lips, Carlotta remembered the other person's appearance and then turned to look at Raoul who had already made a decision, showing a smile.

"how?"

"Lota, your vision is really good, it's him."

Carlotta clapped his hands lightly, and when he turned his head again, he found that the secret policeman had disappeared.

Is it for yourself, or for your own Mr. Coachman?Carlotta subconsciously followed the example of a certain detective, aligning his fingertips with a little force, his expression became a bit more dignified.

No matter what, she must not be involved in it. No matter how cruel she is, she still needs to maintain absolute calm and calmness to face any crime that may come.

When he looked out of the window again, the secret policeman had disappeared. Carlotta lowered his eyes, with the same expression on his face.

Maybe they will meet again.

The author has something to say: make some complaints about the musicians of the nineteenth century, and make some small complaints [.

"La La Bohème" is a novel first, and then a musician's family composed it into an opera. Puccini stole the meme and published it today, and it became a big ip when it was published. There are a group of diehard fans who say this is our wife. Original stalk... Strange work ╮(￣▽￣")╭ After knowing that my good friend Leon Cavallo has started to create "Bohemian", he also started to create and published it first. It is really... hard to say

The key is that Puccini is still on fire because of this, and the next few movies are still on fire ╮(￣▽￣")╭ and he is still obsessed with killing the protagonist... it is very painful

Wagner... I won't talk about it, this person and Liszt are also tsk tsk tsk, gay can't bear to look at it, especially after the two of them have become sons-in-law... and Wagner is one of the few musicians who is really wanted by Germany , slipped too far [.

Leon Cavallo is also a very good musician. The premiere of "The Harlequin" was also very sensational [the premiere in Milan, here I moved him to Paris]. It is a model of authentic opera, the kind that enters the textbook.The original timeline is that there are clowns first and then there are Bohemians. I made a magic change here and reversed the timeline. I hope you don’t care about this magically changed version of the nineteenth century [.