Chapter 20 Chapter VII

When the autumn of that year was about to pass, Frederick and Delores were sitting around the fire chatting, and they got back together again, and it was their characters that made them stay together for a long time and care for each other . Frederick spoke only briefly of his quarrel with Mrs. Dombrose, who ended up marrying an Englishman. And Dlorolier said nothing about her marriage to Miss Louise.Just tell him that one day, his wife ran away with an opera singer.He was good at joking and liked politics, but something went wrong, which endangered his status as governor.He was fired.Later, he worked as a colonial official in Algeria, as a secretary to an Arab inspector, as a newspaper host, and as a clerk in a law firm of an industrial company.

And Frederick, because of his extravagant life and extravagance, spent most of his property, and had to live a life of a petty bourgeois. They asked each other how their friends were doing. Martinon became a senator. Yu Suonei is in charge of all theaters and news departments. Xiqi is a religious believer, and already has eight children, living in the property left by his ancestors. Pellerin practiced Fourierism, specialized, resold revolving tables, devoted himself to Gothic art and Humanist oil painting, and eventually went to photography.In Paris, his portrait can be seen everywhere, wearing a black dress, with a thin figure and a huge head.

Frederick asked, "What is your good friend Seneca doing?" "I don't know! I have no news of him! And yourself, and your dear Madame Arnoux!" "Perhaps she is in Rome now, with her cavalry lieutenant son." "And Arnou?" "Dead last year." "Oh!" said D'Orolier. Then, he slammed his forehead! "I forgot, I saw lovely Rosanne in a little shop with a little adopted boy. She married a Mr. Udry and is now a widow and terribly fat. How stupid! How slender she used to be!" Dai Luoliye did not shy away from it at all. In the past, when she was sad, he once praised her for her good figure.

"Actually, you told me to do it." In the past, he also hoped that he could get Mrs. Arnoux, but he never said it out, but this time he took the initiative to reveal his relationship with Rosanne, and it was evened out.Frederick didn't hold grudges against him anymore because he hadn't gained anything. Even though he was a little bit annoyed at what Delorie did, he still pretended to smile.Speaking of Roseanne reminded him of Huana Si. Thélorolier had never seen Varnas, not even one of Arnoux's regular visitors; but he still remembered Lerampa clearly. "Is he still alive?"

"There is still breath! Every evening, he still walks from Gramont Street to the front of some coffee shops on Montmartre Street. , like a devil." "How is Gongban now?" Frederick shouted happily, hoping that the former members of the Provisional Government would tell him the secret of the "calf's head". "It is a product from the UK. In order to stimulate the royalist party, some Independent Party members organized an annual meeting in the parliament held on the 30th of the first lunar month. Drinking red wine, celebrating the fall of the dynasty. A month later, some troublemakers held the same joint benefit meeting, so this kind of thing continued one after another."

"I see you're no longer interested in politics, are you?" "Maybe it's because of old age." Dai Luolier replied. They recalled their life in general. They both spent their youth in vain, one dreamed of love, and the other was greedy for power and wealth.What was the reason for their failure? "Probably because of the deviation from the normal track of life." Frederick said. "Maybe this is your experience. But I can't apply it to me. I am too righteous. Those unimportant things don't count, but these are very important. I have too many theories, You are too emotional."

Next, they complained that they did not encounter opportunities, did not have a suitable environment, and that they were not born in a good age. Frederick added: "In the past, we had great ambitions, hoping to become a great tool in the future, but we didn't expect to achieve nothing. When you were in Sansi Middle School, you wanted to write a philosophical review, and I wanted to write a century history of Nogent. It was Froissard I was reminded by the work of Brocar de Finestranger and the Archbishop of Troyes attacking M. Eustache de Ambles-Sicourt. You have not forgotten ?” They are recalling the things in their youth, and every time they talk about something, they have to ask each other: "You haven't forgotten, have you?"

They seem to have returned to their middle school days. They saw the campus, the chapel, the conference room, and the martial arts training ground on the first floor, and remembered every move of the supervisor and classmates.Talked of a Versailles named Angermar, who cut up his broken shoes into ropes for tying the soles; saw M. Mirbal again, with his red beard; remembered the teacher who taught drawing and drawing ; Wali and Sulile, who are always quarreling; a Pole, Copernicus's countryman always carries a cardboard planetary map with him, he is a writer today, he is doing lecture tours, and his reward That is, they can get a meal in the cafeteria after the lecture; they still remember that time when they wandered around and ate a lot, the scene of smoking for the first time, the day when they got a scholarship, that happy vacation...

In the summer vacation of 1837, they went to play with a Turkish woman. People call a woman named Zolaid Turk a Turkish woman, making many people mistakenly believe that she believes in Islam, and calling her like this makes her house magical.She lives by the river behind the city wall, and even in summer, her house is surrounded by shade; there is a plate of osmanthus flowers on the window sill, and a goldfish bowl, this is her home.A few women in short white shirts, painted with powder, and with long earrings on their ears, would knock on the glass windows whenever anyone walked by; The voice was humming a little tune.

It was a place of love, a kind of dishonorable place.People don't directly say what this place is; "Have you ever been there, - on a street, - under the bridge." The surrounding peasant women are worried about their husbands, and the mistress of a rich family is worried about her family. The reason is that the magistrate's cook was seen there.In fact, this is where some young people are secretly obsessed. One Sunday, when people were praying for evening prayers, Frederick and Derrolier had done their hair in advance, picked a bouquet of flowers from Mrs. Moreau's garden, and slipped quietly through the small door next to the field. He went out, went around the vineyard, arrived at Diaoyutai, and got into the Turkish woman's room, holding the bouquet of flowers in her hand all the time.

Frederick sent his bouquet of flowers as if to his sweetheart.But, out of the stuffy air, the fear of doing something he had never done, a sense of guilt, the pleasure of seeing so many women at his disposal, he stood there pale , without saying a word.The women couldn't help laughing happily when they saw his weird face.He thought they were laughing at him, so he ran away.Delorolier had no money with him, so he had to go away with him. They slipped out, were spotted, and instantly became household names.After three years, people have not forgotten. They finished the story by supplementing each other, talking on and on.When he had finished speaking, Frederick said: "This is the best time of our lives!" Thierry replied: "Well, maybe! It's the best time of our lives!"

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