[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Margaret put her hand lightly on Mr. Rose's shoulder, and then exerted a little strength. She wanted to remind him to be careful, but the man just slightly pressed the back of her hand and touched it lightly. .

Margaret temporarily swallowed the words in her mouth.

The cigar-smoking man raised his eyebrows, looked at the cards in his hand and smiled.

"You're not very lucky, I think."

Mr. Rose looked at the hole cards, and his originally smiling expression retracted.

"It's a pity..." The man lowered his eyes and murmured.

The bald, middle-aged man turned over his hole cards, the cigar-smoking man also turned over his own, and the thin man who had been silent all the time, all three looked at Mr. Rosset, and Margaret's heart fluttered. Tighten up a bit.

"What a pity," repeated Mr. Ross, and then raised his eyes and curled up his mouth.

"I'm lucky. It looks like I'm the winner today." He threw out the hole cards in his hand, and the eyes of the three people in front of him all widened. The cigar-smoking gentleman even burned his finger with the cigar. Standing up, pressing both hands on the table, he raised his voice and shouted:

"This is impossible!"

"Why is it impossible?" Mr. Ross asked with a smile. The bald middle-aged man subconsciously wanted to shout again, but the cigar-smoking man had already glanced at him.

"Shut up." The man whispered, and then he looked at Mr. Ross.

"Come on one?"

"Thank you." Mr. Ross took the cigar from the other party, looking so at ease, as if he didn't realize the danger of being surrounded by several people.

"What's your name?" The man on the opposite side lit another cigar and asked after puffing out a smoke ring.

"Andrew Rose."

Margaret saw that when the other party heard the name, the action of lighting the cigarette ash in his hand paused for a moment.

Mr. Ross took two more puffs, then stubbed out the cigar in the threaded ashtray.

"Can I go?" He asked, looking up.

"Please."

When they came out, Margaret was about to speak, but Mr. Ross stopped her.

The man turned his head to look at her, smiled at her, and then barely moved his lips, sending a message through his breath.

"Someone is following, let's talk about it later."

Margaret blinked her eyelashes in response.Then, the two walked forward slowly, looking at the surrounding shops from time to time, until 10 minutes later, Mr. Ross took off his top hat and bowed to Margaret to apologize.

"Forgive all this, I have treated you badly."

"No, actually, that's nothing," said Margaret, and Mr. Ross looked at her with a smile.

"Actually, I'm even more curious about why we were able to escape so safely, since you only said your name."

"Oh, I'm actually quite famous." Mr. Ross blinked his eyes, "But obviously, I'm not famous enough."

Margaret said bluntly: "Maybe it's just that I don't know much."

The man laughed: "Why, I think, it may be because my name usually makes people like them more sensitive."

"You..." Margaret couldn't continue, but Mr. Rose seemed to understand what she wanted to say.

"Oh, don't worry, I think I'm still a law-abiding person after all, it's just that I like things that aren't easy to talk about, you know, I'm a handy guy, but in the process, there always seems to be Add trouble to some people."

Margaret couldn't get any clear information from this Mr. Andrew Rose's answer, but it's strange that, judging from the man's words, deeds and words, you somehow don't suspect too much, even though he It may have revealed something more or less, and their lives may be separated by some kind of black and white dividing line.

"And where is your friend?" Margaret changed the subject.

"I thought, I'm going to have to take my time, but it doesn't matter because I was relieved to see him, and I like to be in control of things."

"You sound like a detective, akin to having to physically feel everything with your brain and your five senses."

"It sounds like a compliment, but unfortunately, I'm not." Mr. Rose said, he took Margaret to the original clothing store, and asked Margaret to change back to women's clothing, and then he asked gently Is Margaret ready to go back.

"It sounds like you don't plan to go back just yet."

"I told you, I still have to spend some time to get Picard back. I think it will be a good time to wait."

Margaret was taken aback by these words, and then laughed.

"Well, I thought you said it would take some time, at least half a month."

"For me, this half hour has been a bit of a waste."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go with you, your friend Picard, to be honest, this is not the first time I've seen him."

"It's an honor for me, and maybe you'd like to go with me and tell me something about you and Picard on the way."

Margaret nodded, and then, the two of them, led by Mr. Ross, walked in a certain direction, and Margaret, she didn't care too much, because this Mr. Ross seemed to be some kind of sensitive and Like a cunning animal, Marguerite had no doubt that he could find Mr. Picard by following the scent.

"Actually, I've only seen him twice." Margaret licked her hair, and then told Mr. Ross about the fat man who accidentally bumped into him and the train station.

"I'm grateful that he helped me, but I always thought that was a bit too harsh," Margaret said.

"I'm sorry, but I want you to believe that my gifted friend actually has the warmest heart."

Despite Mr. Rose's sincerity, Margaret had some doubts about it.

Mr. Ross smiled: "He is different from me. Picard has always been a person who can distinguish right from wrong, and his ideas are as upright as his people."

Margaret was about to ask again, but Mr. Ross had already stopped.

"Here?" Margaret asked, looking at the dilapidated hotel in front of her, which was not as good as Aunt Sabina's.

"En." Mr. Rose replied. For some reason, Margaret felt that the man seemed to be in a trance at this moment.

"I seem to be a little rude." The man said with a smile.

Margaret was a little surprised by the sharpness of the other party, but soon, she returned a smile, indicating that it was nothing.

She went in with Mr. Ross, and found the man drinking in a relatively remote place around the corner.

"It's time for you to come back, buddy." Mr. Ross said in a low voice.

Margaret thought that according to the character of this fat gentleman, he should leave again, but to her surprise, the other party didn't, and he was still sitting, and then drank heavily.

Mr. Ross didn't seem to care. He asked Margaret to sit down first, and he sat down too. He just watched Picard drink like this. It was not until half an hour later that the other party raised his eyes from the alcohol.

"Let's go." The fat man got up and wiped his mouth, but as soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled over the wine bottle, and the wine spilled out, wet his pants.

That was embarrassing, even for a drunk who was already a little tipsy.

Picard frowned stubbornly, thinking of a way, and then a female voice sounded.

"I think I can help you."

Margaret said that under the watchful eyes of Mr. Rose and Mr. Fat, she took over her plaid shawl and simply tied a knot around Mr. Picard's waist.

"I think it would make you look a little silly to keep wearing the coat."

Marguerite sent the innkeeper to bring a pair of scissors, and cut off Mr. Picard's sleeves, revealing the white shirt, and then she cut off two more sleeves, which she used some hidden clips in her hair to give Pin it up, and just like that, a simple hat was born.

"Kilt," said Mr. Ross appreciatively.

Picard took a look at his clothes, feeling a little awkward, but it was better than wet pants.

He looked at Margaret and said, "Thank you."

Margaret was a little surprised. After all, the first three encounters with this gentleman were not friendly.

"I know what you're thinking, but I don't consider myself an ungrateful person," Mr. Picard snorted.

"Be gentle with the ladies, man," said Mr. Ross, laughing, and winking at Margaret again. "He's always been a little too shy with the ladies."

"Damn Andrew Ross, I'm not shy!" Picard exclaimed, flushing.

Margaret didn't fully believe what the other party said. After all, this Mr. Picard couldn't tell that he was this kind of person at all. His face was indeed red, but don't forget, he had drunk a lot just now. Getting drunk is already pretty bad.

Margaret saw that Picard threw off Mr. Rose's hand, and he walked with big strides. Although his body was a little fat, he didn't have the feeling of powerlessness and shrinking like a fat person.Reminiscent of the genius and honest comments Mr. Rose said, Margaret felt that this Mr. Picard was a bit mysterious, no, it should be said that both of them were a bit mysterious, but she was not going to be curious for the time being.

When they returned to Aunt Sabina's hotel, Mr. Ross told everyone that he had found his friend, and asked Aunt Sabina if there was any room available.

In fact, Margaret felt that this Mr. Ross might have already confirmed whether there was a vacant room here, but such a flattering inquiry always seemed to give him a lot of points in other people's impressions.

Sure enough, under the inquiry of the man, the kind and enthusiastic Aunt Sabina quickly indicated that there was still room available, and took Mr. Picard up.

Not long after, Aunt Sabina came down, and half an hour later, Picard also came down, and successfully got everyone's attention.