Culture Conquers Foreign Worlds

　　 The speed of information transmission in the Kingdom of Barron is not fast, and another half a month has passed. The novels of "The Earl of Monte Cristo" have been sold in bookstores across the country, but in developed cities like Norton, the topicality is only left over.

　　The season has officially entered the cold winter. Elroy snowed every three to five. The whole city was covered with snow and frost. The trees on the roadside were left with bare branches. It was very unsightly, but the streets looked a little cleaner than before. It's freezing cold and there are naturally fewer people going out to go shopping. Elroy is not without a lively place.

The central railway station is one of them. Every ten minutes or so, a steam-powered train departs from this railway station or enters the station. Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies come and go. Most of the passengers are here because of the transfer. A short stay at the city centre train station in Roy,

　　 The snow is still rustling, and a thin layer has been laid on the track that has just been cleaned.

　　 "Rumble~"

A long distance away, people waiting in the waiting room heard the dull sound of the steam train engine. As the train approached, the sound of wheel and rail operation became more and more obvious, and it was as neat and orderly as thousands of workers raised hammers at the same time. Steel plates, the children couldn't restrain their curiosity when they heard this sound and rushed out to look at the train that broke through the wind and snow. From a distance, they could see the thick gray smoke from the locomotive.

　　 "Crunchy squeaky~"

　　 When the train entered the station, both the passengers on the train and the long-awaited guests under the train moved quickly. The front door entered and the back door exited. Twenty minutes later the train was full of passengers and drove out of the station.

Sandra was sitting alone in the open-air waiting room, shivering. If it weren’t for a station heating system in front of her, she wondered if she would freeze to death here. She was not from Elroy, and she had to ride every day. The train passed here to go to work in another city. For this reason, her time became especially valuable. She had to hand over two or three hours to the train every day. Time is not precious.

Although the weather is cold, the waiting time is one of the few "rest" times for her. There is no room for her to rest on the car. Her family is not rich, and the tickets she buys are the cheapest "station tickets". "She can take a break on the train only occasionally when a kind gentleman gives her a place.

　　 Sandra carefully opened the book in her hand and found the bookmark that she had read before going to bed yesterday.

The Count of Monte Cristo is driving his nemesis Fernan with the power of the Nemesis. She loves this novel so much. Since being introduced to this novel by a colleague, she has fallen into this world and cannot extricate herself, even if her head is on her head at work. Most of the fanciful things are in the novels of "The Count of Monte Cristo".

　　 The rich and exciting plot makes her uncomfortable. The exquisite illustrations give her more room for imagination, and the easy-to-understand text structure can be understood by her barely literate woman.

"The Count of Monte Cristo" has become one of the indispensable adjustments in her life. She often extracts the sentences she likes in the novels. These sentences encourage her to survive the boring and hard life, and give her more inspiration and imagination. , She is also trying to create novels.

　　 She was fascinated by what she saw. The Count of Monte Cristo's wisdom and decisive style made her feel excited. Compared with all the previous sufferings on Monte Cristo, Fernan's ending was tragically happier.

　　 "Crack~!"

　　 "Here~here~Stop! This is the position! Work hard together! One! Two! Three!"

"All right."

　　 The surrounding voices became noisy, and Sang Delai was forced to withdraw from the state of concentrating on reading, impatiently looking for the source of the confusion, there was already a circle of people watching the excitement.

　　 The workers seem to be installing a large-scale device, embedded in the wall, and protected by glass on the outside.

　　 a piece of white cloth! ?

　　What's so nice about the white cloth?

Sandra looked irritable and packed her belongings and sat down further away. She was a little bit reluctant to bear the heating device of the train station, but she still had more than 20 minutes to wait for the steam train to go home, doing nothing in the ice and snow. It would be too hard to wait twenty minutes.

　　 She turned the page of the book just now and continued reading.

Not long after, more and more people passed her in a hurry. She vaguely heard the sound of someone talking with a loudspeaker. No, the sound was really loud, but it was not like the sound made by a loudspeaker, but played. sound.

"what happened?"

　　 She raised her head to look at the source of the sound again, and Sandra was shocked. There was only a circle of people just now, but now the three circles inside and outside three circles are too tight.

　　 In the crowd, there is something gleaming.

　　 She leaned forward with curiosity, pulled a tall man's sleeve and asked, "Sir, what happened inside?"

　　 "Are you not from Elroy?" The man turned his head and looked at her with subtle eyes.

　　 "Yes, it has something to do with this matter?"

The man said with some pride: “No wonder you didn’t know that the Count of Monte Cristo has been published in the newspaper a few days ago. The Count of Monte Cristo has been adapted into a new performance mode. It is said to be a “phantom” similar to the way of projecting pictures. Bulletin boards will be built in the railway station and the central square today. It is said that some interesting pictures will be shown for free, and the propaganda film of "The Count of Monte Cristo" will also be shown."

While 　　 was talking, the crowds in the inner layer shouted out loud, and heated discussions waved wave after wave.

After listening to the man’s introduction~www.readwn.com~ Sandra turned to look at the big clock at the station. It was less than ten minutes before the train she was waiting for arrived at the station, but she was curious about what the man said just now. heart.

　　 What the man said was very abstract, abstract to the extent she could not understand, but the real thing was in front of her, and the name "Count of Monte Cristo" was magically attracted to her.

　　 "It should be too late, take a look, take a look and quit."

She looked for the light and stepped into the past, feeling like she was walking in the dirt, staggering every step, extremely difficult, looking for the light to push away the body of the last person, a bright light suddenly burst out in front of her, because of the sky It was dark, but light appeared in front of her, and Sandra saw a strange picture.

　　 A handsome man stood by the side of the boat and looked into the distance. The man's appearance was not very good, but his bright and sunny temperament was hard to forget.

　　 At this time, a crew member came to speak, and Sanders was stunned when the crew member spoke. She couldn't understand the lines of the two.

　　 "Captain Edmond and Tanglar!?"

　　 The plot progressed very quickly. After a special shot cut, fierce lines between different characters continued to clash, reiterating the position and interests of each character, and the overlapping of dialogues created a fierce atmosphere of tit-for-tat.

　　Captain Edmond was taken away by the soldiers. The screen became darker. With the loud noise, Captain Edmond was imprisoned. He looked at the audience with innocent desperate eyes and roared in anger.

　　 "To spend the rest of my life here, alone in this dark and small prison, I should have married Mercedes, I should have been happy..."

　　 "I am obviously innocent... innocent..."

　　 "The informant that framed me!"

　　 "Who is! Which despicable villain is it!"