[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

"You are better than them all." Eric said softly, "If there is any difference, it is just that you are better than them, more than anyone else."

Margaret stared slightly.She became famous when she was young, and she has heard many compliments, but no one has ever said that, not talking about her talent or achievements, but just talking about her, except for her talent, not to mention, this is from a child I heard it there.

"You're fine too, Eric." Margaret smiled, her eyelashes fluttering.

Eric nodded, and he lowered his head again. The pen in his hand was slowly spelling. He spoke in a low volume, but extremely firm.

"We're all right, ma'am, we're just like everybody else."

He said this, as if he regarded Margaret as a peer, or as if he regarded himself as an adult.

Margaret looked at the side face of the child and remained silent for a long time.

After Eric left, Margaret opened the balcony door.

There are many stars, and summer nights are somewhat shady up here.Her arms are bare, the moonlight shines on them, her skin is soft and delicate, if seen by an adult man, it seems that there is only sensuality.

Margaret's fingertips brushed lightly over the skin, this body, this identity, she could not change.Those eyes, those neglects, those disapproval, but she can always change.

The woman's eyes became firmer, as if today's setbacks were nothing, but all this was told to her by a child.Margaret couldn't help smiling, life seemed like a star in the sky.When you are full of expectations, you may encounter cloudy and rainy days, but when you stop being persistent and look up by chance, the sky is already full of stars.

Below the balcony is Eric's room.

He didn't sleep, lying on the bed, holding something in his hand.It was an old thimble that belonged to his mother.

The man was in the cell not because he beat his mother, but because he insulted a nobleman.

That hateful man plundered their mother and son, and now, he even lost his mother.The only thing he kept was a thimble.

The boy put the thimble in front of his chest, his lips were pursed, and after a while, he closed his eyes, suppressed the turbulent emotions, turned sideways, and reviewed the knowledge.

The next day, an invitation was delivered to Margaret's new house.

The high-grade paper that ordinary people can't afford, the bronzing font shows the other party's identity.When Julie got the invitation, she looked pissed off.

"I really want to throw it away," said Julie to Nanin.

Nanin did not object, she knew that what Julie said was angry, and she did not object, partly because she also did not want the lady to see it.

"Go, little girl, you go and deliver it." Julie snorted and said, she was afraid that if she couldn't restrain herself, she would tear up the invitation letter halfway.

Naning nodded, took the invitation letter and went up to the second floor with the skirt in one hand.

Marguerite was reading, and the door was ajar, but Nanin knocked on it and went in.

"Madam, there is an invitation letter for you."

Margaret closed the book when she heard Naning's words. Since that day, she has not lacked invitations, but most of them were given to her by some self-sufficient and high-end courtesans, and there were also some noble ladies, but no matter which one, the one in front of her The little girl didn't hesitate at all.

Margaret took the invitation and looked down.From Naning's point of view, Madam didn't seem to have changed much. She didn't know whether to worry or relax, so she could only stand aside and look at each other from time to time.

Margaret opened the invitation letter and looked at it. She didn't have much time, except for some polite words, she only grasped one important point.

"Ma'am, is there anything bad written on it?" Naning asked with concern.

Margaret looked up at Naning and smiled, "Don't worry too much, there's nothing wrong."

"Then..." Naning asked hesitantly, but she didn't know how to continue the question.

Margaret put the invitation letter on her hands, her right finger unconsciously scrubbed the paper, and said lightly: "Baron Fanville and Princess Marina are getting engaged, and Miss Marina wants me to help her make her engagement dress. "

Nanin's eyes widened, she looked at the madam, but the latter just looked down at the invitation letter.

The little girl's eyelids began to turn red, her thin body trembled, her little hands clenched into fists.

"How could they do this!" Nanin said choked up.

Margaret raised her head in surprise, and tears welled up in the little girl's eyes.

The invitation letter in Margaret's hand fell on the table, she stretched out her hand and pulled Naning over, saying, "Why are you crying?"

Naning sobbed, and Margaret took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. The little girl suddenly squatted down, hugging her knee with one hand, and being held by Margaret with the other.

"It's too bad!" said Nanin, who suddenly looked up at Marguerite, and repeated herself.

"This is too bad!"

Marguerite looked down, then she got up from the chair and squatted in front of Naning.

"Don't be sorry for me, Nanin."

"But you are sorry!" said Nanin, sobbing again, her eyes glistening with tears.

"You are an adult, I know that adults don't cry often, it would look not brave, and people would make fun of them, but I am still a child, so I can feel sorry for you, ma'am." The little girl sobbed.

Margaret held each other's hand unconsciously and tightly, and then she smiled, not pretending, but sincerely, she raised her free hand, and stroked the girl's hair.Those blond hairs are soft, just like a girl's character.

"I am not sorry, Nanin, it is true."

Margaret put down her hand, she looked at Naning, and then she licked her lips, telling her for the first time something in her heart.

"I'm just a little regretful. If I change the environment, maybe I don't have so many worries."

"You mean, if," Nanin paused, "if he wasn't a baron, if you were all just ordinary people?"

Margaret was stunned for a moment, her so-called change of environment was not her status, but these words could not be said to this child.Her heart is too soft and pure, if she believes in something, who would want to break it?If she grew up in a good family, maybe even the stars in the sky would be willing to satisfy her.So she answered each other.

"Yes."

Nanin sobbed again, and Marguerite waited for her to recover and helped her to her feet.

Margaret went to wash the veil and wipe Nanin's face. The little girl was a little embarrassed, but Margaret insisted.After wiping her face, she combed Naning's hair, straightened her dress, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the skirt.

"Naning, remember, a woman's clothing and appearance are the most perfect armor. Whether you are a rational or emotional person, you must keep your clothes neat and tidy in front of others, so that you can remind the other party that you are not easy to be bullied."

"Nanin understands."

Coming out of Madam's bedroom, Naning looked forward with a little confusion.She used to think that there are always more kind people than bad people in the world, but why are kind people always easy to be bullied?

She came down from the spiral escalator, and when she reached the last step, she lost her foot. Just when Naning was feeling frightened, she was pulled from the side again.

"Be careful." Eric said in rough clothes. He just came back from the back garden, and when he looked up, he saw Naning getting down in a daze. He quickened his pace so as not to let her fall to the ground.

Naning took a deep breath and was about to speak when Eric suddenly spoke.

"what happened to you?"

Nanin blinked, then realized that Eric was looking into her eyes.

She lowered her eyes sadly, and then said: "The princess sent an invitation letter, and she hopes that the dress for the engagement ceremony will be made by the lady." After she finished speaking, she looked up at Eric, but only saw the boy Tightly pursed lips.

She expected Eric to be angry, but he just nodded, then turned and walked back to the back garden.

"Eric!" Naning called to stop the other party, who turned around and asked with his eyes if there was anything else.

Nanin finally shook her head, and the boy turned around and strode away.

Naning looked at Eric's back, and stood there for a while until she couldn't see him. Then, she went to the kitchen, where Julie was busy kneading the dough with a little force, as if it was someone's face.

Naning stood aside and asked aloud, "Julie, do you think Eric likes Madam?"

The old woman laughed, put the dough on the table with a "bang", then turned to her and said, "Who doesn't like our wife?" Her tone was so proud.

Naning naturally liked Madam, but this was not the answer she wanted.

The little girl lowered her eyes and remained silent. Julie waved her hands and started kneading the dough again. After a while, she said, "He is a good boy, not those little wolf cubs. You are all good boys."

Julie pinched a piece of dough and kneaded it in her palm. Her voice was usually not low, but at this moment, she was even a little calm.

"What's the use of thinking now? Don't say a year, or a month, even in a second, people would like to change it seven or eight times." The elderly woman kneaded a piece and put it aside, kneading another piece of dough Putting the child in the palm of her hand, her eyes were far away, as if she had traveled through time and remembered the past.

"The most easy thing to change is the human heart. Now he treats you well because he only has you. Otherwise, if you want to know why he treats you well, you can only ask him yourself. How can others know? But sometimes , even if he didn't even know it himself, thought it was like this, and just ran forward like this, after a while, he would always understand that if he realized that he was wrong, he would change his direction mercilessly. Only Women are like fools, fools..."

What Julie said was a bit too profound, and Naning didn't understand. She washed her hands clean, her palms were fleshless, and her skin was pale. She kneaded a piece of dough and kneaded it like Julie did.

She thought: "Even if you don't understand, people will always move forward. As long as you move forward, you will understand in the future."