[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

The summer sun is always a bit hot, but the white lace ribbon seems to bring a touch of coolness to this hot and dry place.

The wedding was held in the southern courtyard. The groom was a young man with slender legs, thick hair and a gentle face.

Everyone is waiting for the bride to enter.

Marguerite and the others stood aside. Not long after, Louise came over under the leadership of the old Mr. Duval.

The white wedding dress is dragging behind, the long veil is wrapped with milky white orange blossoms, the dark green leaves have not been removed, and they are shiny after scrubbing, accompanying the bride's golden hair like flowers after the rain Like the tender pistil in the tree, it opens to the clear sky.

The bride's bouquet is made of golden lotus.The milky yellow petals are blooming layer upon layer, like a lotus flower growing out of the palm of your hand, petite and tender, tied into a bunch by silver-white lace ribbons, tightly hugging, like a huge bowl Lotus, against the background of the bride's small white hands, held by silky transparent long-fingered gloves, walked towards the crowd and the groom step by step.

People sincerely envy the groom.

"Look, what a pretty girl he married!" thought the people, admiring.

Witnessed by the priest, the bride and groom began to exchange rings. The plain rings were not very luxurious, but the mood made everyone feel envious.

Marguerite stared at everything in front of her, and it seemed that it was not Armand's sister but another person in her mind.

In a long aisle, a woman in a dress holds flowers in her hands and walks slowly, her silver-white shoes are exposed from the hem of her skirt along with her steps, bringing a breeze...

"lady?"

"What?" Margaret woke up and asked unconsciously.

She followed the sound and saw it was Eric, looking at her.

Margaret stabilized her mind and asked again: "What's wrong?"

The boy looked at her, then blinked and asked, "Do you want that bouquet?"

Only then did Margaret realize that she had been in a daze for a while, and now it was time for the bride to throw her bouquet.

"What's the use of having it now?" Margaret said with a smile. In front of them, those young girls had already formed a group, vying for a good position.

After Margaret finished speaking, she glanced at the frolicking crowd again, and then she decided to leave temporarily, because a vague idea flashed in her mind just now, and the things here no longer belong to her.

When Margaret returned to the bedroom, she took out the pen and paper, but she didn't write for a long time, until her right hand was a little sore, she took a deep breath, and used the brush to outline the picture in her heart.

She drew the veil and bouquet for Louise today. She remembered the happy smile on that girl's face, and she blessed Louise from the bottom of her heart.

When the woman's eyebrows and eyes were outlined, there was a knock on the door.

Margaret said please come in, but the first thing that came into her eyes was the familiar bouquet, the petals were a little off, one can imagine how fierce the competition was.

Eric stood at the door, the dress on his body was a little crooked, and a button was missing. He smiled shyly, and his face was still flushed.

"Eric..." Margaret said, but didn't finish.

The boy came to her, and carefully put the bouquet into her arms.

"I think you can keep it first." Eric looked at her and said.

Margaret looked down at the bouquet in her arms, and she gently stroked the petals with her fingertips, each piece was as full and thick as if soaked in milk.

The bride's bouquet brings good luck, and the person who receives the bouquet will soon enter the palace of marriage, because she has been blessed by the bride.

"I think I will have more luck than ordinary people." Margaret said suddenly.

The boy looked at her, puzzled.

Margaret put down the flowers in her hand. She stretched out her hand and pulled Eric closer. Then, she looked at the dress that was missing a button, and suddenly pressed another button, and then used it. Pulled it off with some strength.

Eric didn't make a sound. He watched Mrs. Margaret put the buttons on the table, and then, in an instant, the dress coat was staggered, and a large collar was turned over.

Margaret raised a hand and pulled out a dark hairpin on her head, causing a strand of her own hair to lose its anchorage and hang down from her head. Her cheeks were like rose-colored petals.

The woman's fingers were slender and nimble. She pressed down the front of the boy's clothes a little, and then opened up more fabric. The buttons were staggered and fixed with hairpins. Soon, a dress with a large lapel The coat was born.

Marguerite watched, picked another nasturtium, and stuck it in the buttonhole.

"That's all right," said Margaret, looking at the boy.

Eric's slender frame made him a perfect fit for those authentic gowns, and his occasional sly look made this coat with staggered cuffs suit him too.

"I like it!" Eric exclaimed, running his fingers over the flower.

"I love the gift you gave me, too," Margaret said, and Eric laughed, dimpled.

Margaret looked at the boy in front of her, her eyes moved on the white bow tie and the nasturtium flower center, white and gold intertwined...

Margaret suddenly had an idea in her heart.

Eric saw Margaret start to write.He knew that once the other party had an idea in his mind, he always didn't care much about others, but she didn't want others to be around her very much, so the boy took a button on the table and left quietly.

Eric didn't go far, just wandering around in the nearby woods.

He was at his ease, and in the poor streets of Paris, where he was the boss, he could say something rude just for the sake of venting, but not now.

When he has enough rich environment, he knows that he can't continue to live the life before.

He walked in the forest, thinking about what Marguerite had taught him.Now, he himself can basically understand many words, but he knows that this is far from enough.

Learning is never easy.Although Mrs. Margaret thought he was a smart boy, Eric knew that if he didn't work hard enough, no amount of talent would be in vain.

He walked past a tree and began to remember its words, and when he saw a stone he always tried to think of other things, and then, at the edge of the river, Eric stopped.

He looked at the somewhat turbulent river, thinking about what language to use to describe it.But he contemplated for half a minute, but there was no result.

The boy pursed his lips and looked at the river, and then a voice came from behind him.

The sound of footsteps, Eric looked back, it was Armand Duval, he was an adult after all, with a thin and slender figure, broad and straight shoulders, although he was not fancy at all, he was a beautiful person at first glance.

The man had the height Eric had to look up to now, but he was trying to stop his back and make himself look like him, the kind of guy who needed to be taken seriously, not a kid who could be coaxed with sugar.

"What are you doing here?" asked the young man, in a soft voice.

"Strolling casually, I think you will be very busy today." Eric said, his voice was clear and unhurried, and every minute of volume seemed to be carefully controlled.

"Indeed, it's much busier than usual." Armand said, his eyes stayed on the nasturtium on the boy's clothes, and he didn't seem to intend to leave immediately.

Eric looked at the other party and said directly: "Is there anything else you need, sir."

The boy's directness made Armand stunned, but soon, he showed a friendly smile.

"I hope you don't mind that I need to bother you for a while."

Eric bit his words and said: "There is no interruption, sir, because this is basically yours, or a public place, but whatever it is, there is no possibility that you will disturb me."

The boy's words are like dense thorns, showing his defense, and speaking his thoughts frankly, instead of spending more time to convey any information.

Armand looked at the boy in front of him, and the latter also looked at him without fear. From those eyes, there was clearly a sense of longing for equality.It's like, the difference in height or age is not a problem for him at all.

Armand seemed to have the answer in his heart, so there was no need to ask some questions.

"I think, if I were here, the two of us might not be quiet enough." The young man said, then smiled and prepared to leave.

Eric's lips moved, but he finally stopped him.

"I want to hear what you are going to say to me, sir."

"Why do you know?" Armand asked the other party.

The boy pursed his lips and said in a calm tone: "It's obvious, sir, we don't like each other, and as strangers, we have nothing to talk to."

Armand was a little surprised at the boy's intelligence, but soon, he chuckled.

"It's true that we are strangers, but I think you're a lovely kid."

"Kid?" Eric said oddly, and then a flat expression appeared on his face.

"I don't think of myself as the kind of child who doesn't understand anything, and I think you just estimated me too."

"You look like a hedgehog," the young man remarked, not in a sarcastic or accusatory tone, but in an irresistible tone.

Eric's expression didn't change, but he did think about the other person's comment, because he said: "As long as you can protect what you want to protect, what's wrong with it?"

Armand listened, but didn't make a sound for a while. After a while, he looked up at the other party and smiled slightly: "Look, you have a clear goal and you are walking towards it. I want to ask you if you let me You know, it's kind of ridiculous."

Eric blinked his eyes. He watched the thin young man leave. The back was not wide, but beautiful and tough.

Eric took down the nasturtium, gently pinching it with his thumb and forefinger.

He smelled the smell of flowers, and after a while, he leaned against the tree pole, holding the flowers in his left hand, and put his right hand behind him, separating the distance between the clothes and the bark.

There is a lot of knowledge turning in his mind, occasionally mixed with some smiles.

In the evening, Marguerite and the others left Armand's home. She didn't have much time now, and it would take too much time to complete the final design draft and purchase fabrics, so they declined the Duval couple's retention. After kissing Louise and her husband goodbye, they took the evening train back to Paris.

Armand couldn't send Marguerite and the others back to Paris because Louise had just got married, but he sent a big servant to escort them.

It was a man with broad palms, in his 30s, of medium build, and fairly muscular.He didn't talk much, but he did things quickly. Julie had a few conversations with him, Margaret was still holding a pen and paper on the train, and Naning went to bed early.

At about eleven o'clock, Marguerite held out a hand before her eyes.

"It's time for you to rest, ma'am." Eric said in a low voice, Margaret sighed, but still put away the things.

Eric slept with the servant, and Margaret pressed the center of her eyebrows. When she fell asleep, her mind was still spinning. She thought she would not fall asleep so quickly, but she didn't expect to sleep almost until dawn.

When she awoke, Nanin and Julie were not in the box.

Marguerite went to wash up, and it was almost time. When she came out, Nanin brought her some breakfast.She simply ate a few mouthfuls, then sunk her eyes into the pen and paper again.

"Ma'am, we're here!" After an unknown amount of time, Naning's voice sounded, and the sketch in Margaret's hand was almost finished.She didn't have time to watch, so she cleaned up again. After they got off the train, a woman and a child squeezed Margaret, almost knocking her under the track, but fortunately Julie held her back.

"Be careful!" Julie said loudly, a little annoyed.

The woman had a haggard face and was short in stature. When Julie said this, she looked a little frightened.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to!"

The little girl on the side also looked at Margaret, "Ma'am, my mother is not careful."

Margaret patted Julie's arm, and then said to the mother and daughter: "I'm fine, but you have to be careful in the future, it's very dangerous to bump into people here."

The woman nodded apprehensively. She said thank you for your kind madam, and then she took her daughter and walked outside. However, before she had walked one meter, a person came out from the crowd and stopped her.

"Sir, what are you doing?"