[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret's lips trembled a little, and then she took a deep breath, and took a step forward, followed by the second step, and the third step...

Margaret helped Gaston up.

Gaston wasn't lying, he put almost all of his weight on Margaret.

"Sorry, this is really embarrassing, it's higher than I expected." The black-haired young man said with a smile, and Margaret could clearly feel his muscles trembling.

"So you shouldn't be so reckless about the consequences." Margaret tried her best to suppress her emotions and said in a low voice.She helped Gaston to the soft chair and brought a towel to wipe his rain-soaked body.

"I thought I could receive a thank you or a kiss." Gaston joked, took the towel from Margaret's hand, and wiped his dripping hair. It's really not good, the curly long hair is now wet into wisps, completely without the usual demeanor, but the man doesn't seem to mind at all, he simply lifts up all his hair, revealing a forehead that is a bit too fair for a man .

Margaret looked at each other quietly.

Gaston brushed his hair violently like a puppy, and suddenly did not hear Margaret's echo as usual, so he paused, then looked at the other party, and he smiled.

"Why didn't you speak?"

"You shouldn't have come." Margaret said in a soft voice, combined with her pale complexion as before, adding a touch of fragility.

Gaston shrugged, "I'm already here."

The young man took off the towel, and he smiled, showing his neat teeth.

"I'm just not at ease. You know, so many things have happened, I always think, if I didn't come, you might cry."

"I won't." Margaret shook her head.

Gaston pouted: "Indeed, I saw it."

"Then..." Margaret wanted to ask, why did she still come, but the man had already answered.

"I'm just worried." The man looked at him, his usual sloppiness was restrained in a pair of black eyes, and there was a trace of seriousness.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Margaret lowered her eyes, pursed her lips tightly, suppressed some emotions in her heart, and then raised her head again, showing a smile.

"It could not be better."

"It's no fun if you lie to me." Gaston pointed out disapprovingly, while continuing to brush his messy hair.

"But what's the use of me telling you that I'm not good?" Margaret whispered, the man stopped again, and looked at Margot with dark eyes under the slender eyelashes through the towel Lit.

"There's always a way to vent, I thought, at least this place can help me a little bit if I come here."

"That's enough." Margaret shook her head, then looked back at Gaston, "Really."

"Ah, this is not what I expected." Gaston wrinkled his nose, took off the towel, and wiped his wet clothes. He didn't take off any coat, even if it was wet Very uncomfortable on the body.

"I asked Julie to cook some ginger soup for you, and you should wear Uncle Ramadon's clothes first." Margaret got up, but Gaston stopped her.

"do not!"

Margaret's movements were to remain standing still.

The young man looked at her amusedly: "This is not good, I appear in your room like this now."

"You're going to catch a cold," Margaret said, which meant that being discovered and saying something was far less practical than the other person's health.

"Please listen to me," insisted Gaston, and then said, "I didn't mean to be perfunctory when I said it was hard to see you right now."

When Margaret heard this, she wanted to go to Julie, but now she hesitated and sat down again.

"I'll be leaving soon, don't disturb anyone," whispered Gaston.

Marguerite asked: "Is it because of that Prince Beaumont?"

"Ah, not exactly. I'll tell you later, okay?"

"If I ask something that shouldn't be asked, you can completely refuse me. Please don't let my question embarrass you."

The young man laughed: "No, you never made it difficult for me."

Without waiting for Marguerite to say anything, he added, "I have to go, as I said I would soon." He made another ugly look.

"Honestly, I have some regrets."

Margaret was stunned for a moment, and asked, "What do you regret?"

The young man stood up, then went to Margaret, he took her hand, kissed it, and said with a low laugh: "I'm so sorry you didn't cry, otherwise I could lend you a pair of broad shoulders."

When he looked at her, his eyes were shining, and Margaret was speechless for a long time, until the young man walked towards the balcony, and she stood up abruptly.

"That's not safe!" Margaret shouted, but Gaston was already on the balcony and turned to point her to the escalator near the balcony.

"I think someone thought of me."

Margarita went to the balcony, but Gaston gave her a sign of prohibition.

"Just stay inside, baby." He winked at her, and then went down the escalator with some nimble hands and feet.

Gaston told her to stay inside, but Margaret walked out afterward.

The rain did not decrease, the rain was almost on her face, and Margaret looked at the rain, trying to search for Gaston, but she could see nothing.

She took a deep breath, and not long after, the escalator on the balcony was taken away by the people below.

Margarita went in, and the water dripping from Gaston's body was still on the floor, forming a small pool.

Margaret lowered her eyes, and after a while, she walked over the water stains and walked outside the door.

She opened the door, and just turned around, there was a person squatting on the left.

"Eric," she called softly.

The boy's round and bright eyes looked at her, and his originally tight lips showed a slight width after hearing her voice and then looking at her.

"You're wet." Margaret pulled the boy up. She settled Eric in the red armchair near the bed and found a sky blue veil to wipe his hair. drops of water.

The door of the bedroom was ajar, and Margaret's room was only lit with a small lamp, which was dimly lit. On this rainy night, because there were two people there, it seemed a little warm.

There are some words that Margaret understands without saying, whether it is the obvious water damage or waiting outside the door, Eric is the one who provided the escalator.

She wondered if Eric would have knocked on the door if she hadn't gone out, maybe, no.

"I'll do it myself, ma'am," said Eric suddenly.

The movement in Margaret's hands paused for a moment, and then let go of the veil as she said.

The boy wiped his hair slowly, not as casually as he usually does, as if, every movement was combing a bit of emotion.

"I..." Eric said suddenly, and Margaret looked at him.

The lines of the boy's face are still slightly rounded, his blue eyes look at her, and there are one or two light-colored freckles on the tip of his nose.

"I don't know how to comfort you."

"Besides candied grapes and hugs, I don't know what else I can use to comfort you, but I know that they are of no great use today." After he finished speaking, he didn't look at Margaery like everyone else Te's eyes were waiting for her answer, but he lowered his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

After Margaret listened to Eric's words, she didn't speak for a long time. Then, she moved suddenly and leaned over to give the boy a hug.

"Who says hugs are useless?" she said softly.

Eric raised his little hand to hug her back and asked, "Really?"

"real."

Margaret let go of the other party, then raised her hand, and smoothed the curly hair on Eric's forehead.

"Knowing that someone is guarding my door, I will feel safe, knowing that someone cares about me, so I will bravely face no matter how difficult it is."

The boy's eyes fixed on her, his thick eyelashes trembled a little, and then he smiled.

"That's fine."

"You have to take a shower, change into dry clothes, and go to bed," Margaret said, and Eric nodded.

He stood up from the chair, straightened the hem of his clothes, then looked up at Margaret, and asked, "Will you do it too?"

"I will," Margaret promised.

Eric didn't say anything more, he walked to the door, and when the door was closed, he smiled and said, "Good night, ma'am."

"Good night, Eric."

The door was closed, and Margaret stared at the door. After a while, there was a slight movement outside the door.

A smile appeared on the corner of Margaret's mouth. She stood up and walked to the balcony. The rain still hadn't abated. She stared at the black rain again. Then, she closed the balcony door and walked towards the bathroom.

On the other hand, when Gaston got into the carriage, on the way back, the dark-haired young man wrapped himself in a blanket and thought about something.

The smile that always hung on his face disappeared, and his eyes were a little far away.

Gaston doesn't like rainy days, it's wet, like someone is crying, and in his memory, there is indeed a person who likes to cry on rainy nights.

He had seen it too many times and felt too many tears, that's why he couldn't help coming over when the rain was pouring down.

He recalled Margaret's appearance, pale, angry, and fragile like a ghost for a moment, but her eyes were full of unwillingness.

It's different, it's so different.

Gaston wrapped the blanket tightly. He felt cold, not only physically, but also mentally.

His lips were tightly pressed, and he did not relax until the house where he lived alone.

He returned to his room, but smelled a familiar smell in the hall.

"Master." The housekeeper called out. The young man's complexion was already too fair, but now he became deathly pale.

He raised his eyes to the second floor, and then his eyes passed over the butler indifferently.He threw the blanket into the opponent's arms, and the calm-faced housekeeper took it over respectfully, and then stepped aside.

Gaston went upstairs. His body, which was shivering because of the cold, tensed his muscles again at this moment, as if he was about to go to the battlefield.

His feet were on the carpet, and the expensive and luxurious carpet was of such high quality that it absorbed most of the sound.

Gaston came to the study, he blinked, and then pushed open the door.