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

In late April, Kristen and Raoul's wedding took place as scheduled.After dressing up, Carlotta went out and glanced at the rare clear sky in Paris. After putting on a mask, he showed a not-so-easy smile, turned to the detective and said, "It's really a good weather."

"Your expression doesn't say that."

Holmes took the hand of the soprano, she looked very serious wearing a mask, and her blue eyes looked extraordinarily cold now: "The weather is fine, but you are in a bad mood."

"Yeah, my girl is finally getting married." Carlotta sighed, stretched out his hands and rubbed his chest, feeling that he was extremely aggrieved today: "But Sherlock, you have to know that Raoul is the best choice gone."

"Sincere, passionate, loyal."

Holmes understood the essence of this golden-haired viscount very well, and at the same time he also understood that this viscount was a smart person: "Both Viscount Shani and his son are very smart people, and they have already begun to transfer their property to the United States."

"I know."

Carlota sighed sleepily. In fact, she had talked to Viscount Shani about the direction of the future three years ago, and since then, the Shani House has completely opened the door to herself: "But needless to say, today I can't steal Nana's limelight."

Glancing at the light gold dress on the soprano, Holmes put his hand to his nose and coughed lightly to express his dissent: "In my opinion, no one can take your limelight away."

"Then I'll get another one."

"It's the same for everything."

Seeing that time was running out, Carlotta sighed and got on the carriage to the church.She is still looking forward to this wedding, otherwise she wouldn't be satisfied with the dress and hairstyle for a long time.More people than ever want to go to church, on the way...

Carlota withdrew her gaze, she could imagine what it was like when cholera was at its worst, or in other words, she had already experienced several plagues in her life.

France in the nineteenth century was not as beautiful as it was written in the books.

"Are you calm?"

"Because I've seen it many times, and I think you've seen it a few times too."

In the nineteenth century, cholera was rampant, and the whole of Europe was in a panic about the disease.The difference is only in how many seriously ill people I saw and whether the city I lived in was serious or not.Paris is relatively well controlled, at least not seeing dead bodies on the road.

"Illness if you should be sick, watch opera if you should watch opera, get married if you should get married." Carlota spoke softly, watching his fingertips very peacefully: "Life is still going on, at least I am still alive, isn't it?"

"Have you thought about what that Mr. John said?" Holmes said after glancing out of the window, "Do you think the peaceful society he wants may appear?"

"At least wait for the cholera to pass, my dear Mr. Holmes. Social stability is the most important thing. They expect to use the mode of uprising, which is impossible to succeed after all."

Students are always the most excited and sincere people, how long can they last?

But one day and one night.

It is impossible to overthrow a regime that looks unstable but is actually rock-solid without big plans, big actions, and absolute financial support.

Carlotta sighed softly, and at the same time adjusted his expression before raising his head: "I'm thinking too much, right?"

"Not at all."

Holmes held her hand all the time, feeling the coldness gradually turning warmer, he tapped the window casually: "How many people in Paris know politics?"

"All they do is try to survive, just like you."

No one is willing to give up their own lives, especially when cholera broke out, everyone pays more attention to their own safety and does nothing to benefit themselves: "They have never thought about any political form .”

"Just wanting to survive is enough to do our best."

Carlotta nodded slightly, and then without hesitation withdrew his hand to cover his cheek: "No matter what you say, I won't think you are comforting me."

"Do you need comfort?"

Holmes changed his words in a good manner, and definitely did not think that what he said just now was comforting: "I am just telling the truth."

Glaring at him, Carlotta immediately jumped out of the car when he reached the church, and reached out to Holmes in the car: "Handsome sir, we have arrived."

This girl... Holmes shook his head, and simply helped her out of the car: "Okay, beautiful lady, thank you for your actions just now that allowed me to get off the car gracefully."

Remy Milligan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, watched the couple twitch their mouths. It was a bit too much...

"Mr. Milligan, long time no see." Carlotta saw Remy standing next to him, and his smile became a lot more sincere: "You seem to have lost a little recently, please pay attention to your health."

"I will." Remy twitched the corners of his mouth, and nodded at the soprano who could barely be considered a girl in front of him: "You seem to be very happy recently."

Can you not be proud of the spring breeze?Carlotta smiled, and stopped blocking the door, walked into the church, found the seat in the front row that he had posted on the invitation, and sat down.

"I'm looking forward to it, but also a little scared." Carlotta sighed looking at the church's layout. She still raised her daughter for so long but was taken away by another golden retriever and refused to accept: "I really want to be here When he took Nana's hand and walked to the pastor, he tripped over him."

"But you wouldn't do that."

Holmes turned slightly to block her too pointed sight: "Who will lead Miss Dai Ye in then?"

"It should be the Viscount Shani." Carlotta nodded. According to the noble wedding, these steps have basically been rehearsed: "Then the bouquet should belong to me."

"should be?"

"After all, Nana will throw it with her back to everyone, and I don't know in which direction she will throw it."

Speaking of the bouquet, Carlotta thought about the chat with Cosette before, rubbed his cheeks with the back of his hand and complained in a low voice: "So this 'getting the bride's bouquet is the luck of the next marriage. Where on earth did the legend of 'er' become popular?"

"In any case, it is indeed a good legend."

"Anyway? Where is your inquisitive attitude, Mr. Detective? Shouldn't you say that the rumor is not entirely credible at this time?"

"If this rumor is related to my future, I don't think there is anything wrong with believing it."

Carlota felt fortunate that this was a church, otherwise she...

"Do you think it's a good thing this is a church, otherwise you'd just beat me up?"

Holmes smiled in Carlotta's ear and said, "How many times have you thought about 'what if'? Can I understand that you make excuses every time, but in fact you don't want to hit me at all?"

Carlotta stared at the gray eyes in front of him, then stood on tiptoe and stepped on it without hesitation: "Guess?"

Well, he's a little bit over the top.

Holmes sat up straight again, and looked over when he heard the bride enter.Carlota pursed her lips, looking at the girl in the white wedding dress, she suddenly felt moved.

The girl she met in the theater was thin and stubborn, dancing a slightly complicated ballet, but always with a smile on her face.At that time, although Christine was in trouble, she still straightened her spine, facing the slightly jealous eyes of the little dancer next to her, but she did not compromise.

The family changes when she was a child did not break her down, nor did the life in the theater make her vulgar. She was still the little girl from the Daiye family, the most elegant girl in Boissy-Saint-Lesses.

Carlotta stared blankly at the girl in front of her. She looked elegant and beautiful in a snow-white wedding dress. The bouquet in her hand was roses and lilies that symbolized pure love.Her veil hung down to her waist, she lowered her head slightly with a smile on her lips, and handed her hand to her groom with the restraint and expectation that belonged to a bride.

"When will Raoul stop laughing so stupidly...and cry?"

Carlota spoke in disgust, not caring that he was also choked up: "He will be laughed at for the rest of his life."

"You cried too."

"I do not have."

Well, she didn't.

Holmes took the handkerchief and handed it to the soprano who was sitting beside him. Hearing the bride and groom's oath, he suddenly felt that it would be okay to believe in God.

At least this sense of ritual is enough to impress people.

Glancing at the girl who was completely tearful and insisted that she was not crying at all, Holmes felt such a ridiculous emotion for the first time in his life.But it is also true that he has experienced many firsts with this soprano, and it can be regarded as the only one in his life.

"Now, the groom can kiss the bride."

The pastor spoke with a smile, looking at the couple in front of him full of blessings.At such a time when the disease is raging, being able to witness a couple who truly love each other may give him more faith in living.

After all the ceremonies were over, Christine's bouquet fell into Carlota's hands without any suspense, and she booed at the people next to her who could only be regarded as familiar, and she owed them a little. He bowed, and then grabbed Holmes' hand and rushed out of the church.

"You want to be the first one to leave at the wedding?"

"If you're with me, they won't think we're the first to leave."

Carlotta waved the bouquet in his hand, deliberately showing his pride: "This is a good sign."

"It's indeed a good sign." Holmes glanced to the side. He seemed to have seen a handsome student sneakily hiding a gun-shaped thing in his clothes.

"Hopefully, it will be a good sign forever."

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