Chapter 191 Two light is real

In the following year, at the very moment the reader of this story has just read, Marius' habit of going to the Luxembourg Gardens suddenly broke off, and he did not know why, and for almost six months he did not go to that path. Take a step.However, one day, he went again.It was a sunny morning in summer.Marius was in a good mood, as a breezy day gives one to feel.It seemed to him that all the choruses of birds he had heard, all the patches of blue sky he had seen through the leaves had penetrated into his heart. He headed straight for "his path."At the end, he saw the two familiar people again, still sitting on the same bench from before.But when he approached, the man was still the same man, but the girl was not the same as before.Now in front of his eyes is a tall, beautiful, most attractive person with a woman who has reached adulthood but still retains the most innocent and innocent figure of a girl. This is a sudden and pure moment, and it can only be expressed in these few words One word: Fifteen years old.It is marvelous chestnut hair with golden streaks, a forehead as smooth as jade, cheeks as bright as a rose petal, crystal red, shy white, a beautiful mouth, and the laughter that comes out is like light, Speech is like music, a neck of Venus for Jean Goujon and head of Mary for Raphael.And, in order to make a charming face lack nothing, the nose is not beautiful, but it is beautiful, neither straight nor curved, neither Italian nor Greek, but a Parisian nose, that is to say, a certain kind of nose. Playful, dainty, informal, pure, the nose that disappoints painters and bewilders poets.

Marius passed her, but failed to see her eyes, which were always downcast.He only saw the long maroon eyelashes, which concealed a demure and chaste demeanor. It didn't stop her from smiling and listening to the white-haired old man talking to her, and there's nothing more touching than smiling with your eyes down. At first Marius thought it was another daughter of the same man, roughly the sister of the former one.But when the habit of walking drew him near the bench for the second time, he took a good look and recognized her as the same one.In six months, the little girl has become a young girl, that's all.This phenomenon is very common.There is a moment when the girls seem to be buds that burst forth suddenly and become roses in the blink of an eye.Yesterday people ignored them as children, but when we meet again today, they feel that they are disturbing people's minds.

This one is not only grown up, but idealized.As in April, three days were enough to make certain trees bloom, so six months were enough to make her whole.Her April has come. We sometimes see some poor and stingy people, as if they woke up, suddenly turned from abject poverty to great wealth, and suddenly became extravagant and luxurious.That's because they received an annuity payment and it was due yesterday.The girl received a quarter's interest. And she is no longer the former boarding student who wears a cotton velvet hat, a woolen skirt and a pair of flat shoes, and has red hands. Her aesthetic power has come along with her radiance. She is already a simple, elegant, A pretty, refined girl.She wore a black damask gown, a short cape of the same material, and a white crepe hat.White gloves revealed a pair of slender hands, in which she was playing with a parasol with a Chinese ivory handle, and a pair of satin shoes brought out the delicateness of her feet.When people walk past her, her whole body exudes the strong fragrance of youth.

As for that man, he was still the same one from before. The girl raised her eyelids when Marius approached her again.Her eyes were dark blue, but there was only the air of a child against the misty sky.She looked at Marius naturally, as if she only saw a child running and playing under the maple tree, or the shadow of a marble flowerpot on the bench, and Marius just looked at it. Go forward, thinking about other things. Four or five more times he walked by the young girl's bench without turning his eyes to her. In the next few days, he went to the Luxembourg Garden every day as usual, and as usual, he always saw the "father and daughter" there, but he no longer paid attention to it.

He thought no more of the girl when she was beautiful than when she was ugly, and he still walked close to the bench she was sitting on, because it was his habit.