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

The summer in Paris is here, but the sun is not bright, but it becomes darker than in spring.

It was the third day after Sherlock Holmes left, and Carlota traced the marks he left on the calendar with his fingers, and sighed deeply.

It is still difficult to send Raoul and Christine away. Now it seems that this "noble" status has become an obstacle. She can only rely on her own deduction to guess where they have gone.

But she couldn't follow.

Taking a disgusted look at the black coat lingering at the door, Carlotta stood up and closed the curtains angrily, then took the violin that Holmes had deliberately left behind and began to torture himself and the ears of the neighbors with the noise.

"Miss Carlotta! Please don't be so irritable!"

Cosette ran over and knocked on the door, "I know you're dissatisfied with Mr. Holmes' business trip, but please consider our safety!"

"I obviously think that the voice I produced is pretty good. You must know that I am a beginner, and it would be nice to be able to produce syllables."

"The tone is really good, if you're not just making one note all the time!"

Cosette felt that she was going crazy, one microphone could pull out so many tricks, and the attitude of the soprano lady next door seemed to be her first time, so she didn't know what to say about her.

It is said that when a musician was sleeping, his friend came to visit, and then he pulled him out of bed abruptly by playing a syllable alone.Miss Carlotta is doing the same now, I can only say...

Are all of you musicians so good at playing?

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Cosette simply sat on the sofa in Carlotta's house and prepared to talk to Carlotta.After watching the soprano put away the violin and sat down, Cosette covered her face with her hands sullenly: "Although I know that Miss Carlotta guessed a lot, I still feel a little uneasy and guilty. Ma Lu I know what Si is planning, and my father sometimes runs out these two days, which always makes me feel as if everything I don't want to happen is going to happen."

"Your father?"

"Yeah, I don't know where he ran to, but he will definitely go home before dark."

Carlotta closed the lid of the violin case, looked at Cosette's unconsciously relieved expression and smiled: "Sure enough, it is Mr. Madeleine's style. He has always been very careful to protect himself, right? Cosette Special, you shouldn't make a fuss about it, but you should understand it."

"I hope so. Miss Carlotta, I am still very worried about Marius' safety, especially at this time."

Cosette glanced at the calendar, it had already been flipped to June [-]th, but the funeral of Evaliste Galois the day before yesterday caused the opposition to attack the government and caused public outrage, and tomorrow it will be Lamarck The general's funeral, that is to say...

Cosette trembled, and hugged herself involuntarily with her hands: "Miss Carlotta..."

"My dear, at least General Lamarck died of cholera, and we are still healthy."

Carlota sat next to Cosette, and there was a sudden smile in her words: "Speaking of which, the seat you are sitting in has always been Sherlock's favorite, last time I sat here on purpose, he also showed some Not happy."

"Is it?"

"Yes, but he's not here now, sit as long as you like. Besides, I'll take you to church tomorrow."

Carlotta glanced out the window, it was already sunset, and couldn't help pursing her lips: "Don't be afraid in the church, Cosette, remember to change into a nun's nun's clothes..."

"Miss Carlotta, I don't want to leave the house."

"It's not safe here, especially when you're just a little girl in the house. Don't say 'If Miss Carlotta can stay at home why can't I', Sherlock will be back at night, and I have means of protecting oneself.”

Carlota sat on Cosette's side, gently patted the girl's shoulder, and motioned her to look at herself: "The other thing is to send you to church to avoid this decision for the time being, after your father discussed with us. set."

"Father? Could it be that he is going to..."

Carlotta looked at Cosette's terrified expression, and covered her mouth with her hand: "Good girl, although I haven't met many girls, you are still a smart girl with such quick reflexes except for Nana. Since you are a smart girl, you should know what to say and what not to do."

Seeing the girl's bewildered and confused expression, Carlotta sighed softly: "You will not be arrested in the church, and you can survive safely. Your father also made this decision because of... that young man's relationship. .”

"No Miss Carlotta, if my love will lead to the death of my father, then I would rather not."

"Cosette, you can't deprive a father of his daughter's love." Carlotta also smiled sadly: "It's like Sherlock, he obviously didn't need to be involved, but he took the risk for me."

"But what I'm saying is, it's not just about praying at home when you can't stop them."

Carlotta turned around and put his new Degrin in Cosette's palm: "I know Sherlock took you to try this, you should know how to use it, right? Cosette , you won’t go to the battlefield, it doesn’t mean you won’t protect yourself.”

"Only those who are worthless will choose to pray. So tomorrow I will send you to church, you can help the frightened nuns, guard those girls or wounded who also came here to seek asylum, in the name of God what you want to do."

The metal-colored gun seemed quite powerful at this moment. When Cosette held the cold and metallic gun body, she suddenly felt a sense of security in her heart.

"I will, trust me, Miss Carlotta."

"I'll take you there during the day tomorrow. There are some troubles outside now. If it's tomorrow, I guess they won't be here."

Carlota glanced out, Cosette nodded understandingly, stuffed the Degrin under her skirt, and returned to the apartment with a smile on her face.

She can now feel a sense of security that she has never felt before, and a stronger sense of faith.

She is not a weak little girl, nor is she a princess waiting for someone to save her.

She has her own weapons.

When the calendar on the wall turned another page, Carlotta tied the gun holster to his thigh, put on a scarf to completely cover his blond hair, put on a worn dress, and silently Stuff the rest of the bullets into the clip.

There was a crisp sound when the bullet was loaded into the chamber, and the unique rhythm brought by the mechanical rotation made her feel another sense of art.

This kind of artistic sense derived from violence, in the aesthetics of the future, is specially divided into a category called "violent aesthetics", which is really appropriate.

"So, is there anything not eye-catching today?"

The milk bottle was still delivered on time, but there was a small note under today's bottle.After Carlota glanced at it, he put the milk bottle at the door as usual, and then destroyed the note.

This day is different from every day in the past. Carlotta has an accurate map of General Lamarck’s funeral farewell in his hand, not to mention that there are many people in Paris who are going to see the general off. Not even secrecy.

The students are too young to think that everything they plan will go well; while the townspeople send off the general, but don't fight for him.

"Cosette."

The secret police were almost entirely transferred to the Boulevards and the Pont Austerlitz, and their small apartment was of course deserted.At a time when most of the citizens had already gone to bid farewell to the general who had passed away due to illness, the road was completely empty, and there was a heart-pounding silence.

"I'm here, Miss Carlotta."

Cosette, who also wrapped her hair all up, responded in a low voice, and at the same time locked the door as silently as possible: "Please be sure to pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, I will stay with you in the church until it is not too late to go back, you can rest assured."

Carlotta took Cosette's hand and hurriedly walked towards the church. For a moment, the only sound on the street was their footsteps.Cosette quickened her pace and followed closely, with a slight doubt in her voice: "Don't you stay in the church? As you said, the church can help others more, and you can even get some things that you can't get normally. news."

"These are not that important to me, because I agreed with Sherlock that I will wait for him at home."

Carlota believes that this place can already be regarded as their home, even if they may not be able to come here for a long time, it is still a "home" for them.

"I also want to go home with my father."

"And Marius?"

"Maybe he can wait until he marries me and take my father over. I hope my father will be happy. Of course, if the worst happens, I won't settle in a church or something, maybe go travel the world directly."

"Silly girl."

Carlotta laughed directly when he heard Cosette's remarks. Just at this moment, the bell rang, and the two looked up at the same time. One looked at the church, and the other looked in the direction of the faint sound of slogans.Cosette's heart gradually settled down, but Carlotta felt a kind of sadness.

The tragic and strife-filled uprising is so ups and downs written by Hugo, but what is it actually like?More than 800 lives today are not comparable to the famous names in history books in the future.

Hearing the sound like a death knell, Carlotta looked at the dim sky of Paris, never wishing so much that Sherlock Holmes could be by her side.

The author has something to say: Cosette changed a lot when she came into contact with Lotta, so much that now... well, give Marius some wax

In addition, the student uprising is finally about to start under the general background. The development of this matter... how should I put it?

The point of view is that they did not fully implement the concept of coming from the masses to the masses. At that time, the students planned to "mobilize the citizens of Paris to participate in the uprising." They saw that there were about 3 people funeral for the general. Think it's about time, and there are definitely more people involved in the evening.

In fact, it was not, and it also led to the failure of the uprising.The most ridiculous thing is that halfway through the upper echelon, they realized that the uprising would fail, so they ran away... escaped... really want to roll their eyes