[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Franço is a middle-aged man with a short but strong build, with curly brown hair and a bushy beard, and a pair of blue eyes that are rarely clear.

Like Aunt Sabina, Franço is also a very talkative person. They talked a lot about what they saw in Bougival recently, mostly gossip. Marguerite rarely saw men gossip. In the end, she thought , in fact, there is no difference between people.

The lake near Bougival passes through a forest, which is like a narrow path. In summer, the berries are ripe, hanging low in the air, and they will explode when pinched. The air seems to be full of fruity fragrance and refreshing green leaves. the taste of.

Armand is an excellent forester, he is familiar with the names of many plants, which makes Marguerite and the others feel very admired.Franço didn't speak, and let Armand explain everything. The blond young man was a little shy at first, but later his face was ruddy and he was very happy.

Margaret felt that the life in Paris was indeed not suitable for this young man, his heart was too soft, and he was as suitable as the wind in nature, but in Paris, he seemed to be the young man with his hands tied forever.

But everyone has their own way to go. It doesn't mean that outsiders have to change the way if they think it is not suitable. What the result is, you have to make your own decision. No matter what outsiders say, it can't compare with your own feelings.

They walked for about 10 minutes, and then out of the forest, there was an open lake in front of them.

The water of the lake is quiet, and occasionally there will be fine ripples when the wind blows. The blue sky is reflected on the lake, making the whole lake like a mirror that Aphrodite accidentally lost in the world. A beauty worthy of Aphrodite.

"Come here!" Uncle Franco greeted, and Marguerite and the others passed by.

Uncle Franco untied the boat’s cables, and the boat was painted in a white and blue intertwined pattern, and some flowers were placed at the bow and stern, reflecting the joy of the whole boat, which can be seen Uncle Franco is really a funny guy.

The men let the two ladies get on the boat first, then Eric, but the boy ignored him. He poked Gaston in the back and motioned him to go on first.

Gaston pinched Eric's face, then laughed and boarded the boat first, Eric rolled his eyes at him, then boarded the boat, and finally Armand.

Uncle Franco didn't come up, he said to let the young people have fun, and he was going to find some old friends for a drink first.

Armand and Gaston were in charge of paddling, and their boat quickly left the shore and drifted leisurely towards the center of the lake.

"Do you feel like the whole world is ours?" Gaston asked with a smile.

Margaret licked the hair on her cheeks, and she smiled back: "Indeed."

Naning raised her hand, tried to stretch her arms, and said softly, "If I try to do this, can I pick off the white cloud?"

"What do you take it off?" Armand asked.

Naning blinked, then said shyly, "Do you think it will taste good?"

Gaston and Armand laughed, and Marguerite kissed the little girl on the cheek. Gaston seemed determined to tease Nanin and ask her to say something more playful, but Nanin only tightened her lips. , indicating that she should not be ridiculed by him.

Margaret saw that Eric was silent, she turned her head and looked over, the boy was bending over, looking at the lake intently.

"Look at what?" asked Margaret.

The boy's body moved suddenly, and a happy smile appeared on his face. He turned around and showed Margaret something in his hands.

"Look!"

Everyone looked over, Margaret laughed, and saw a handful of clear water in Eric's hand, and there were two small silver fishes swimming in it.

"You can catch this." Gaston clicked his tongue twice to express his admiration, and the boy couldn't hide his joy.

"I need to find something to hold it in," said Armand, rummaging around in the boat, but there was no container to hold the two small fish.

"There's nothing to pack, let's put it away." Gaston said, Eric frowned.

"Wait." Margaret said, and then she pointed to a lotus near the shore.

"Just use it." Margaret blinked.

Gaston and Armand rowed the boat to the side of the lotus, and Marguerite leaned forward to pick a lotus leaf, and then moved her hands. After a while, a simple container appeared in front of everyone.Margaret asked Eric to put the small fish in the lotus leaf, then scooped some water into it, then picked another lotus leaf, made a cover, and put it on top to prevent the hot sun from evaporating the water.

Under the sun, after the initial panic, the two little fish have settled down in their new nest leisurely and contentedly.

Blue sky, white clouds, and the lake surface wrinkled by the wind.

Margaret's heart became quiet. They were lying on the boat. The black-haired young man tilted his body and looked at the woman. Black silk brushed his face, and under the thick eyelashes, his eyes were black and bright.

Now, her complexion is healthy and rosy, under the sun, she looks so real, that pale and fragile appearance at night is like a dream of his, a scene that often emerges in dreams.

The young man raised his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the blue sky.

It won't be long, he thought, the weather in Paris always needs a change.

In the evening, they were going to go back, but they didn't see Uncle Franco.

"We'll be fine if we tie up the boat," Armand said, and he and Gaston tied up the boat, and the group returned to Aunt Sabina's hotel, but as soon as they entered, the drinking people started booing.

"Little Armand! You're going to have a new uncle!" said a bearded man holding a wine glass. Armand was stunned for a moment, and then, from behind, Aunt Sabina and Uncle Franço came out. Aunt Sabina obviously heard what the bearded man said, and she walked over and patted the bearded man's head.

"Oh! Our lovely Sabina is shy!" The bearded man said with a smile. Sabina gave him a sideways glance, but there was still a blush on her cheek.

"So, is this true?" Armand asked in a low voice.

When Sabina saw her nephew, she suddenly shivered like a little girl.

Gaston was the first to laugh. He walked over and gave Aunt Sabina a big hug.

"I'm so glad for you, dear Aunt Sabina, I said that Uncle Franço will propose to you sooner or later."

"Bad boy." Aunt Sabina muttered, but she was still very happy to be blessed.

Under the leadership of Gaston, Armand finally came to his senses. He walked over and kissed his aunt on the cheek.

"Uncle Franço is a good man, and I'm glad you've decided to be together."

"Oh, sweetheart, do you really think so?" Sabina's eyes sparkled, like a little girl eager for approval.The blond young man smiled generously.

"Of course, you will be very happy."

Margaret and the others also gave their blessings to the two in turn. After that, Aunt Sabina readily said that today's drinks are half price. The men toasted to celebrate and described the scene vividly.

It turned out that Uncle Franço was indeed drinking with his old friends, but when he got drunk, he was squeezed out by his old friends, so he took advantage of the alcohol and decided to show his old face. Proposed right here.

Although Aunt Sabina kept saying that she had to observe and observe again, she blushed and her heart beat when Uncle Franço got tough.

"It's like a drama." Julie sighed. She was startled by the drunk Franco at first, but she didn't expect it to happen after a while.

"Marriage, isn't that the same thing!" A drunken uncle muttered, "Drink some wine, rush to the girl you like, ask directly, and if you agree, pick a date to get married, no Yes, I kissed her until she agreed!"

Uncle's words were vulgar but straightforward, and the men liked to hear them, and a few women were also amused, and they made some jokes with some content after that, and Nanning kept saying that they were clearly speaking French. Why don't you understand, your eyes are tangled.

Armand suddenly remembered something. He found Aunt Sabina and whispered something to her.

"Really!" Aunt Sabina looked very excited. Just when Margaret was curious, Aunt Sabina had already held her hand.

"Oh, dear, my little Armand said that maybe I could ask you for my wedding dress."

The blond young man also said: "If it's convenient for you."

"I'd love to, it's just..."

"Then it doesn't matter!" Aunt Sabina interrupted Marguerite, who kissed Marguerite on the cheek.

"Thank you so much, sweetheart."

Marguerite kissed Aunt Sabina back, then looked at Armand, thanking him with her eyes, and the blond young man just smiled.

After dinner, everyone was still making noise. Seeing that Naning and Eric started to yawn, Margaret took them up with Julie first.

"Ma'am, what about you?" Nanin asked while rubbing her eyes.

"I have to stay down there a little longer."

"Don't be too late, you are not well," Nanin muttered, and Marguerite kissed the little girl on the cheek.

"I know, you go to bed early."

"En." Naning nodded, and walked towards the bed almost with her eyes closed, while Julie had already fallen asleep on the other side. She was exhausted from shock and surprise today.

Margaret came out of Julie and their room, and she went to Eric's room again. The boy was sitting on a chair, his little head bouncing.

"Go to sleep, Eric."

Eric woke up when he heard Margaret's voice. He stood up, his voice muffled by sleepiness.

"Do you still have to go down?"

"Yes, I can't leave too soon."

"You can't stay too late..." Eric didn't finish, a yawn interrupted him, there was some saline in his big blue eyes, he wiped it, and then looked at Margaret , "Don't be too late, ma'am."

"I know." Margaret touched Eric's cheek, then turned and went out.

When she returned to the first floor, Gaston was obviously a little drunk, and Armand was more sober than him, but his cheeks were still rosy.Aunt Sabina had obviously had a lot to drink, but she still seemed in good spirits.

"Come here, honey, you haven't had a drink with me yet." Aunt Sabina pulled Margaret and gave her a pint.

Margaret looked at the cup that was bigger than her face, and sighed in her heart. She closed her eyes and was about to drink it, but was stopped just after she took a sip.

Gaston grinned at her, put one hand on the glass, then looked at Aunt Sabina.

"She's a handy creature, dear Aunt Sabina, and if you want a beautiful wedding dress you'd better keep her head clear."

"Okay, bad boy." Aunt Sabina winked at Gaston, and then the young man snatched the wine from Margaret's hand while happily drinking it, and the surroundings The people began to applaud, but, not long after, the hero ran outside in embarrassment and vomited.

"Haha! I like this black-haired kid!"

"That's right, I don't have those bad tempers at all!"

"It's just that the alcohol capacity is a bit low!"

Everyone continued to play, Marguerite and Armand went out, and Gaston leaned against the wooden railing, looking dazed as if he didn't know where he was.

Margaret took out a veil and wiped it for Gaston, who turned around with a wrinkled face and spat it out.Armand supported him and gave him his back so that the bad boy would not fall directly into his vomit in embarrassment.

"I feel bad..." Gaston hummed, still quite drunk.

"Let me help him go back to rest. You should also go to rest early. Don't go over there. It seems impossible not to make trouble until dawn." Armand said to Marguerite while lifting Gaston up. Nod.

Armand helped Gaston to the corner room on the second floor. He put the black-haired young man on the bed. He didn't do it very skillfully, but he also knew that if Gaston's collar was left alone, he might be killed. So, Armand was about to unbutton Gaston's collar, but just as he undid a button, his hand was tightly grasped.