[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

They went inside the house.

Margaret took a look at the fireplace.

Winter in Paris is very cold, and Marguerite's current body can't bear the cold even more. Although there is a fireplace at No. [-] Rue d'Antin, it is not as large and practical as the one here.

The furniture in the room is all there, not as high-end as the ones on Rue d'Antin. Rosewood and mahogany are commonly used, and the workmanship is not as fine as every corner.

Of course there are no such exquisite furnishings, but the ground is covered with warm carpets, which are very comfortable to step on even with bare feet in winter.

"how do you feel?"

Margaret shifted her gaze to Gaston and smiled, "I feel like I picked up a treasure."

"I think so, too," said the man, who could tell he liked the place.

"Is this your house?"

"No, it belonged to a friend, but he and her wife are not in Paris now." Gaston shrugged his shoulders.

Margaret thought for a while and said, "Do you think he would be happy to have me as a tenant?"

Margaret did not mean to belittle her own status when she said this.

Everyone has their own choice, some people choose to be successful and famous, some people choose to do nothing, but that is the choice of others.All she has to do is choose what she wants.But Margaret also understood that although courtesans are beautiful, they are as cheap as dust. Rich people will spend a fixed amount of money to tease these little pets, but no one will respect them, and they themselves have long forgotten this.So she vaguely reminded Gaston, not only for fear of follow-up troubles, but also vaguely expecting to have a little respect.

"I think if he and his wife come back, they will be happy to admire your clothes with you." The man said with a smile.

Margaret smiled.

They decided to move.

Parisian courtesan Marguerite Gautier was in the limelight during this period, occupying the conversation of Parisian streets, people talked about this courtesan, about her clothes, about her seeming to no longer receive customers, there is another saying , said that she shed tears because of being abandoned, and finally decided to change places, and it was revealed that this lover was Baron Vanville.

Paris has never been a secret, and the nobles all have their own eyeliner, not to mention Marguerite's contacts with Baron Vanville have never been concealed.It's just that this world is like this, when a man and a woman glance at each other, others start to feel emotional, thinking that they are discussing how to go to bed.The man said a word to the woman, and the men cheered that they slept at least three times.

When Margaret heard the news, she was packing up her drawings in her bedroom.Although Julie wanted to help her tidy up, Margaret still felt that when she didn't need to devote all her energy, she had to come by herself, whether it was the drawings or the room.After all, the habit she developed since she was a child made her think that cleaning up by herself would give her a sense of belonging instead of treating the house as any strange hotel.

When she answered Julie in this way, the word "home" suddenly came to Margaret's mind.

Then she realized that, without knowing it, she seemed to have regarded Julie, Nanin, and Eric here as family.

"I want to put a feather duster in their stinky mouths!" Julie said loudly, expressing her anger.

"Those people don't know anything!" Naning also clenched her small fists to express her anger, while Eric pursed his lips tightly.

"That's not a big deal to me." Margaret said relaxedly, and she continued to sort out her drawings.

"These hateful people!" Julie said bitterly, and then went to the kitchen to pack things.She likes to use the kitchen utensils she's used to, and she's adamant about it.

"Go and pack your things, Nanin," said Marguerite to the little girl, who hesitated, then nodded.

Margaret looked again at Eric who was still standing still in the room.

"Aren't you going?"

The boy suddenly raised his eyes and walked over, and while Margaret was in a daze, she got a hug.

"Eric?"

"Ma'am, I think you need a hug." The boy said in a low voice, his voice was even a little trembling, and even Margaret's heart trembled slightly.

"why?"

"Because of my mother. Ma'am, I've been thinking, facing those vicious rumors, if she had someone who could give her some comfort at that time, maybe she wouldn't have married my stepfather, maybe she wouldn't have married so early just die..."

Margaret understood that everything, including Eric's hostility towards Gaston, was due to the fact that her current position was so similar to that poor woman.

After Rosa's death, Margaret observed Eric, but the child hid it too well, his grief and forbearance were restrained in his heart, so considerate and sensible that Margaret thought he had come out of the shadows.

Margaret hugged him back slightly stiffly. She was not proficient in doing it, but she was working hard.

"I'm fine, Eric, I'm very strong, not to mention you, Julie and Naning, you have given me a lot of comfort, that is courage."

The boy nodded, he didn't cry, but his eyes were slightly red.

Eleven or twelve-year-old boys already have the strength of teenagers.

Maybe Julie just said it unintentionally, but Eric kept it firmly in his heart.

"This is your home now."

"So, I am the protector of this family."

After this incident, Margaret suddenly realized that she had treated Naning a little rough before, or was it that Naning, a little girl, was much rougher than a boy?

Margaret thought about it again, shook her head, and felt that Naning was not rough, but too naive.But with such an optimistic and innocent child by his side, it seems that life is full of vigor.

It took them three days to move one after another. During this period, Gaston suggested that he could help, but the little man in Margaret's family rejected it decisively.

Recalling that time when Eric told Gaston sullenly that he had to move by himself, Margaret felt it was funny.

But on the other hand, she also had a new understanding of Gaston.This is a person who doesn't care much about the rules of the day. If necessary, he can obey them honestly, but if he can, he seems to be an unscrupulous person. For example, he knows what Eric cares about, but he likes to tease him.

It's like an old cat entrenched in its territory, it's so slippery that it's about to become smart, but it's so boring that it's about to die.One day when I saw a new kitten full of vigilance, I couldn't help but want to tease it and add some fun to my boring life.

But after Margaret shared this idea with Nanin after dinner, the little girl blinked her big eyes and said, "That's kind of pitiful for Eric."

Margaret smiled and said: "Actually, that's fine, he needs someone to focus on." Because in this way, he can gradually get out of the pain, just like she did back then.

"En." Naning nodded.

Margaret poured a cup of tea for the little girl and asked, "What are you doing? Do you know what I'm talking about?"

"I don't know." Naning took the black tea and shook her head honestly, then smiled again, "But Madam is always right."

Margaret felt warm in her heart when she saw the little girl with crooked eyebrows and completely trusted her, but she still told her.

"No one is always right, Nanin. You have to learn to believe in yourself, not just to obey others."

Nanin blinked her eyes, then nodded again.

She liked Madame, because Madame Marguerite was always so kind and friendly, and now, although she could not understand what she said, Nanin knew that it was useful.

They moved to a new home.It took one day to clean it up, and the rest was to add things one after another. On the third day, Mrs. Margaret said that they were going for a walk.

"You like flowers, don't you?" Margaret said to Nanin, "Now we have our own yard, and you can grow what you like."

"Thank you ma'am!" Naning said happily.

Julie doesn't want to go out, she likes to observe every corner of the house carefully, and she is satisfied only when it is in order. She said that today she will check all the warehouses, so that she can store some potatoes in winter.

And Eric, he was in charge of repairing the small fence in the yard.

When the boy brought it up, Margaret actually refused at first, but Eric didn't seem too pleased.Then he worked up the courage to tell Margaret that he would be happy to do that.

"It's like family, isn't it?"

Eric is a clever boy. Even though the living environment prevents him from receiving a high education, he still has some bad habits, but he is trying to improve, and what Margaret admires most is, This child has a heart of gratitude, but no low-minded sincerity or fear.

But he thinks he can accept it, because when he can reciprocate, or will repay in the future, he accepts everything calmly and does not refuse.Including Marguerite teaching him and Nanin to read.

Few of the poor can read and write, and not everyone can afford to go to school.

Margaret had thought about this question.Even if she is rich and has a relationship to allow Nanin and Eric to go to school, but they can't keep up, so she will teach them something every day.No matter whether it is Naning or Julie, no one seems to be surprised.

Margaret didn't notice this at first, until when the letters arrived, she opened them and read them, and Julie just asked if she didn't need a reader this time?Only then did she subconsciously realize that as a servant, she would not think too much about asking Julie to bring her a book. After all, books are not always for reading, but letters are different.

As an uneducated courtesan, how could she know so many words?This was what she thought afterwards, except that Julie said nothing, and neither did Nanin, as if they had no doubts that Marguerite could read.As for what the truth is, Margaret never asked.

Sometimes, you think that what you have done is flawless, but it is actually full of loopholes.As for whether others will tell the truth, it has another meaning.

People will subconsciously protect themselves.Margaret thought that she was just an ordinary person, so she thought it would be good to continue living like this. With this mentality, it seemed that she was doing the right thing now.

After thinking a little far, Margaret picked out a hat for herself.

The current sun is a bit hot, and the owner of this body has too fair skin, and if he is not careful, he will get sunburned.So she designed a coat that can be worn outside.

Use a material that looks relatively strong to make the shoulders look linear. I chose sea blue, and the cuffs are made of gauze material to give it a lace.

Inside is a sleeveless satin dress. The hips are not tightly wrapped to highlight the feminine lines like modern ones. Instead, they are made of a three-dimensional fabric with a large section of piping, and white The gauze puffed up.

Doing so can liberate your waist on the one hand, and on the other hand, it will not challenge people's aesthetic limits because it is too out of line.

Paired with a white taffeta cap and a small sea blue parasol, Nanin said she liked the dress when Marguerite first made it out.

Her big shining eyes were fixed on the little coat on Margaret's body, and she touched it from time to time, and Margaret had an idea.

"Like it?"

"I like it." Naning nodded honestly.

"Can I make you a smaller one?"

"is it okay?"

The little girl was very happy at that time, so Marguerite made another small one, and now the two of them go out, the older and the younger are dressed almost the same, which is really a sight that Paris has never seen before.

"Look, it's the same!"

Some people said this, some people stared at them, some whispered, and Margaret knew that she had achieved her goal.

She will take a good turn today to lay the foundation for the future.

They went to see some jewelry, bought some books for Nanin and Eric, and some daily necessities mentioned by Julie. Finally, they came to the flower shop, and it belonged to Mrs. Barron, whom Marguerite liked. shop.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Mrs. Barron was very happy to see Marguerite. She had liked this young woman from the beginning. Although she was a courtesan, Mrs. Barron was well-informed. is a nice guy.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Barron, do you sell flower seeds in the store now?" Margaret asked.

"Of course there are, madam, what kind do you want?"

Margaret patted Naning's forearm and motioned her to choose.

"Follow Mrs. Barron to pick some you like, and you can also ask Mrs. how to take care of them."

The little girl nodded.

Margaret was in the shop with Anne, who helped, and Anne was busy with some work, so Margaret walked around by herself.

From tulips, carnations, roses, etc., all the way to the white camellia, Margaret's eyes stopped.

It seems that this flower is the most suitable actor for her.

Margaret was holding up the flowers and lowering her head to sniff lightly when the store door was pushed open.

She looked over, met that person's eyes, and then tightened her hands holding the flowers.