[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

"Who is this! Who regards himself as the owner of this place!" A small man shouted, and some people began to echo him, and then the voices became louder.

The women and children who had been playing stopped, and the timid ones began to sob.

Margaret was originally staying in the woods. She was a little flustered by the overwhelming anger, but now she has calmed down.She straightened her clothes and wanted to go out, but Gaston stopped her when her body leaned forward slightly.

"Although I'm useless, I'm still a man." The young man said with a smile, and then he walked out, as if he didn't understand the atmosphere at all.

"Oh, everyone! Why don't you sit down and have some tea?"

"Garrel's family, it's not good to let your father know about this." The small man warned, it sounds like Gaston's father is quite a powerful person.

Just when Margaret thought Gaston would hesitate, he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

"He's been busy recently. If Mr. Marshall misses him, he can go and have a look."

The man named Marshall blushed and stared at Gaston, but he seemed afraid of something and didn't dare to attack.

When Marshall was silent, those who had followed the yelling also fell silent.

Gaston turned half a circle and walked towards the little girl who was frightened and crying. He knelt down, wiped her tears, and whispered in her ear that she was a good child, and then laughed , walked a few steps to the picnic cloth, picked a grape and ate it.

"How wonderful, God will not allow food to be wasted. It seems that I have to eat it all by myself today." He said to himself, but the voice clearly meant for everyone to eat.

As a result, the atmosphere that followed was a bit weird. The nobles have always had no opinions. Those one or two who like to make the first noise will never be the most powerful. Distressed nobleman.

Tony Marshall was exactly that, and if it wasn't for this, he would never have let it go.

"Ha, it's too much." The young man gave a short laugh, and then let the women and children sit down and eat as if no one else was around.

Prostitutes are not educated, and some can't even write their own names, but they are used to other people's glances, so they are cautious on this occasion, neither completely resist Gaston's decision, nor dare to Eat and drink wantonly.

On the contrary, those children, who are young themselves, rarely eat such delicious food.In addition, Gaston was smiling from beginning to end, and under the leadership of the little girl who was crying just now, the children seemed to have forgotten those nobles.

"what's going on!"

There was such a suppressed cry in everyone's head, but in reality, their stomachs dutifully started growling too.

"Gollum-gollum-"

Such an indecent voice came from a fat man first, just when people wanted to laugh at him in their hearts, another voice soon sounded.

Come on, no one can laugh at sleep now!

"Did you see that? Naning, look at them!" Eric said cheerfully while grimacing, even a good girl like Naning didn't sympathize with those people.

Gaston began to greet those people, and soon, someone moved, followed by the second, and the third...

Most stayed, and a few left.

Those who leave with their heads held high call them traitors, gutless cowards, gluttons, scumbags, etc. in their hearts, while those who enjoy their delicious tea, when their hearts are content, have only one name for those who leave— -fool.

When the tea party gradually ended, Margaret watched the people go away, and they didn't look at her from the beginning to the end, as if they were not enjoying her things.

After Gaston finished talking with the servants who were cleaning up, he turned his head and saw the woman's confused face.

The man stretched out the thumb of his right hand and pressed the corner of his mouth. He didn't go there for the time being. Just as he was hesitating, Margaret had already looked at him.

"What are you looking at me for?" she asked, coming up to him.

The young man smiled: "See if you can go."

"Oh, yes, of course," said Margaret. "I thank you very much."

Gaston waved his hand, pouted his lips again, and then said with a smile, "Let's go."

"Yes." Margaret nodded.

They got into the carriage and returned to Margaret's current home. When the servants put all the things into the organized warehouse under Julie's command, Margaret watched the girl stretching her arms in the yard and basking in the sun. The sunny man seemed to suddenly become brighter in his heart.

"What are you looking at me for?" The voice came out suddenly, with some jokes, but it still shocked Margaret a little.

She looked up, but only saw the man's back, and just when she couldn't help but roll her eyes, she happened to be caught by him.

Embarrassment, then stalemate, then calmness, followed by laughter from the other party.

Margaret held back all her strength to keep herself from showing timidity, and calmly waited for the laughter to dissipate.

The young man coughed lightly to ease the embarrassment.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" said Margaret.

Gaston smiled and said, "Did you prepare it yourself?"

"No, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm afraid I'm not very good at it." Margaret said with a smile, then turned and walked home.

The wooden door in the yard is open, and the red house looks like a sun sitting in the green grass under the sun.Those quilts and all kinds of clothes drying on the balcony, as well as the neatly manicured lawn, have a taste of home, which Gaston felt just now.At that moment, he recalled the woman again.

Gaston didn't stay with Margaret for too long before leaving. He seemed to have endless things to do, but he seemed to be very free.

"What a good Mr. Loafer." Julie said while wiping the dishes. Nanin raised her face and asked, "Why Mr. Loafer?"

"No well-behaved young man is as busy as he is, and no bad guy is as good-hearted as him." Julie explained.

Naning gave a soft ah, but she still didn't quite understand, so after finishing her work in the kitchen, she went to find Eric in the warehouse. He likes to hide in the warehouse and tinker with some things recently.

The little girl told him what she had just said to Julie, and asked him what it meant.

The tool in Eric's hand was trimming a piece of wood. When Naning asked him this, he frowned severely, and cut off an important part of the wood by surprise.

"Damn it!" Eric swears a curse, something that growing up in that alley can't get rid of, but he quickly restrains himself and picks up a piece of wood again.

Naning regretted a little, raised her head cautiously and asked, "Did I bother you?"

Eric looked at Naning, who was a little older than himself, but completely like a little sister, and he softened his voice.

"No."

Naning nodded, she didn't have much plans to leave, so naturally she just put her feet back.

Eric pursed his lips and bit by bit the wood until it was similar to the original one. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He is indeed a good man."

He changed to another, smaller tool, chiseled carefully, and then whispered: "But it doesn't change that I don't like him."

Nanin didn't ask any more questions, even though she really wanted to know why Eric hated Mr Gaston, but at this moment, the little girl rested her chin on both hands, looking at the boy's pretty side face by candlelight, with a sweet smile on her lips .

They stayed in the warehouse for a while, and by the time Eric remembered that they had to go to Mrs. Margaret's to learn how to read, the time seemed to be 10 minutes late.

Eric turned his head and wanted to call Naning, but Naning had already fallen asleep lying on the table.

The boy opened his mouth, but he hesitated for a while and still didn't wake him up.

Eric began to look around, trying to find something to cover Nanin, but at this moment, a person came in from outside.

"Ma'am." Eric called softly.

When Margarita came in, she found Naning sleeping. She nodded and walked lightly.

She had drawn some manuscripts in the study, so she was delayed for a while. She thought the two children were afraid of disturbing her, so she kept quiet, but she didn't see them outside the door, so she came out to look for them.

"I won't study today, you should go to bed earlier, Eric." Margaret walked to Naning's side as she spoke, and she gently carried the little girl on her back without waking her up.

"Ah, ma'am, do you want to go to bed early?" Eric asked hesitantly.

Margaret froze for a moment, then smiled: "Then you go there and wait for me."

The boy nodded.

Marguerite put Nanin to bed, and then returned to her bedroom. On the way, she saw Julie dozing on the soft chair, and she let her go to bed first.

They've been together for so long, and while Julie has been unusually insistent in some ways, this time she doesn't object.

They were all exhausted today, and even if Nanin hadn't fallen asleep, Marguerite didn't plan to teach for an hour and a half as usual.Only, Eric obviously wanted it to be business as usual.

"Aren't you tired?" Margaret asked the boy.The latter shook his head.

"Then let's get started." Margaret smiled.

Under the candlelight, she patiently taught the other party.In fact, she is not a good teacher, but she has two good students.

Eric is a very smart child, otherwise, he would not be the leader of the children in that situation. It is a place where strength has always been used to conquer the world, and Eric, this thin and long is too beautiful Kid, obviously in people's cognition, is destined to be bullied, but he has done what almost everyone can't do.

The society teaches a person how to grow up, but the conscience finally makes him what kind of person he becomes.The three francs are the best example, he could not have given it back to himself, but he didn't.

Margaret thought: "He will be a great man in the future."

While she was contemplating, the boy who was practicing spelling suddenly looked up at her, his big blue round eyes reflected her shadow, standing firmly and fully occupied, It was like, she originally belonged to a part of his eyes.