Chapter 192 The effect of three springs

One day, when the air was mild, the Luxembourg Gardens were full of sunshine and green shadows, the sky was clear, as if angels had washed it early in the morning, and the birds were singing softly in the depths of the chestnut grove. Marius turned his whole heart to this place. The beauty of the day is open.He thinks nothing, he lives and breathes.As he passed the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, and their eyes met. What was in the eyes of the young girl this time?Marius could not understand.There was nothing in it, but everything was there, and it was a strange gleam. She lowered her eyes, and he walked on.

What he had just seen was not the innocent, innocent eyes of a child, but an unfathomable cavern, which opened a little and then closed again immediately. Every girl has a day like this.Whoever encounters it should be distressed! This first glance of the soul, which even he cannot understand, is like the dawn on the horizon.I don't know what kind of brilliant awakening it is.This gleam, caught unawares, looming suddenly from the dim and lovely night, is half innocence of the present, half love of the future, and its dangerous charm cannot be described in words, it is A kind of blurred tenderness occasionally revealed in anticipation.It is a trap set by innocence unintentionally, seducing the hearts of others, neither intentionally nor knowing it.It was a virgin looking at people with the look of a woman.

It is seldom that such a glance does not arouse a continuous dream.All the pure feeling and all the lust are concentrated in this ray of life and death that flies out of the sky, beyond the reach of the beautiful glances of the coquettish woman, whose magic can make people feel in the depths of the soul. A black flower with strange fragrance and poison suddenly blooms, which is what people call love. That evening, Marius returned to his shabby house, took a look at his clothes, and found himself for the first time slovenly, unkempt, in such "everyday" clothes, that is to say, with a hat with ribbons on the brim. It is absurd to go for a walk in the Luxembourg Gardens with a hat that is torn nearby, a pair of driver's boots, a pair of black trousers with white spots at the knees, and a black jacket with yellowing at the elbows.