Flowers, Swords and France

"It would be a great thing if you focus on being a litterateur..."

After hearing Hugo's sigh, Charles just smiled lightly and said, "Believe me, my choice has avoided a major loss for this country..."

"I think if you continue to stir up trouble in the political arena, this country will suffer even greater losses..." Seeing Charles boasting so much, Hugo couldn't help but sneer and sneer.

However, because of this seemingly joking remark, the atmosphere between the two finally became relatively relaxed.

"Mr. Hugo..."

At this time, Matilda's greeting suddenly came over.

Seeing Charles and Hugo having some unpleasant quarrels, Matilda also had some hesitation in her heart. However, the love and respect for this family in my heart still defeated this hesitation.

After the two men's attention shifted to herself, even though she had always been calm, Matilda couldn't help but feel a little excited at this moment - after all, both of them can be said to be extremely excellent in their respective aspects. .

"Mr. Hugo..." Matilda composed herself, then raised her head and looked at him with admiring eyes, "I have seen your works since I was a child and have always loved them. I think you can say He is the greatest writer in our country today..."

"Oh, thank you for your compliment, I really appreciate it." Hugo smiled and nodded.

However, although the words were polite, it was obvious that he did not take such words seriously - as a famous writer, he never lacked such women who expressed their admiration to him. Some of them even got into bed with him. So he is already used to hearing such empty compliments and will not be touched at all.

Of course, he had already seen from the attitude of this woman and Ciel just now that she might be 'very close' to Ciel. So he was very polite to her.

"Sir...really, I am really surprised to meet you here, because I have admired you for a long time and have always wanted to meet you." Although Hugo's tone was obviously just perfunctory, Mattie Erda's attitude remained excited, "I've always wanted to say something to you. Can you...can you take the time to listen to what I have to say to you?"

"Huh? Please tell me?" Hugo nodded with a hint of surprise.

"I have read every one of your works. Read them carefully." Matilda's face was still a little red, and her tone was a little hasty. "I have always been impressed by the gorgeousness of your words, and... no matter whether you agree or not Your opinion. Everyone must admit that you have thought deeply about it. But..."

Speaking of which. Matilda looked at Hugo carefully and said, "I think your works in recent years are not as attractive as they were originally. Maybe we have become accustomed to your excellence and have higher requirements for you." Because of…”

"You are right." After hearing what this woman said, Hugo couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He knew in his heart that what the other party said was actually very tactful. The actual situation is even more embarrassing - since he entered politics in the 1940s, he has not been able to do so until now. I have never written any well-received works.

"Sometimes, I feel that literary creation is like God writing through a person's hand. When we no longer have God's care, we humble mortals will no longer be able to write such good works."

"No, that's not the case!" Matilda suddenly replied decisively.

Her slightly fierce attitude shocked the other three people slightly.

Charles couldn't understand what was wrong with her - Hugo's words were obviously self-effacing, but Matilda took them seriously.

Maybe it's because it's a topic that really interests her.

"It's not a matter of talent, sir. Even in your recent works, we can still see the aura that dances between the text and ink. Your writing is still extremely excellent." Matilda stared at Hugo seriously, "But... I think that sometimes you pursue intense emotional conflicts too much and deliberately change the words and deeds of the characters in your works in order to express your own thoughts, so people will feel a sense of dissonance. In fact, you don't have to be like this at all. Do, I think true thought is contained in everyone Of the words and deeds, you just need to express them through an impartial pen... The more things you want to say through the mouth of the characters, the less things they can say. Also, sometimes you are too much. Pursuing the mystery of the plot will make the work less attractive. Why don't you try to write a work that completely reflects reality? With your writing style, you can write about a group of shocking ordinary people, no matter how they behave? Even though you are ordinary and humble, you can still capture the sparkle that touches people's hearts..."

Following Matilda's words, Hugo's smile slowly disappeared and he looked at her more and more seriously.

"Oh! What a powerful critic we have invited!" In order not to make the distinguished guest she finally invited angry, Miss Perriette sighed quickly and interrupted Matilda.

Only then did Matilda come back to her senses and realize how rude she had just been.

Her face instantly turned red.

"Oh, sir, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to criticize you, I was just saying some of my thoughts. Please don't take it off. I said so many unpleasant things precisely because you are the best in our country. As a writer, I hope you can get out of your creative slump and contribute your best work to us. I really... really look forward to that day!"

Everyone can see the sincerity on Matilda's face. Hugo was naturally not unmoved.

He stared blankly at Matilda, and after a moment he looked away and looked at Charles.

He originally thought that what Ciel brought here was just a woman who was looking for fun, a little arty at best, but he didn't expect that the other party had actually read all her works and could give such insightful judgments and suggestions.

Yes, although the opinions are somewhat biased, they do have some insights.

Many things just spoke to his heart.

"No. How could I blame you?" Hugo shook his head, "In fact, I should be honored that I am so valued by others! What you said is completely reasonable. That's right...I I really plan to calm down and write some more touching works.”

"That's great." Matilda secretly breathed a sigh of relief - firstly so that the other party would not blame him for his rudeness, and secondly because she hoped that the other party could really do it in the future.

"Actually, as you said, I'm tired of writing about ghosts and devils. I plan to write a novel describing lower-class characters and their miserable plight when I have time in the future. I will also write about the emotions they exude in adversity. "The light of humanity." Hugo smiled and nodded, "I hope it can touch people's hearts as you said."

"Definitely!" Matilda beamed, "Can you tell me the general content in advance? I can't wait, sir!"

"I've written a lot, but I've been too busy recently so I can't finish it," Hugo spread his hands as if regretfully. "But I can assure you that this will be a story based on a true story - a hard labor prisoner erased his shame through his own struggle. At the same time, he became a person who benefited society and others. But in the end he was still not tolerated The story of being engulfed by society.”

"It sounds very attractive," Matilda opened her eyes slightly, "Then, I sincerely wish you will release the book as soon as possible..."

"I will try my best." Hugo nodded, and then he laughed again as if he remembered something again, "By the way, I haven't thought of a title for this book yet. Since you have already proposed this Too many opinions, can I ask you to also give me a book title?”

Matilda was stunned by his words.

"Can I...can I?"

"Of course. I can't wait to hear your answer." Hugo replied seriously.

Matilda blushed and lowered her head. Although she was ashamed, she did not intend to give up this honor.

"I haven't read all of your works, so I can't make a good decision. But...since you plan to write a work that accuses society, then...how about trying to choose an approachable name? For example... How about calling it "Miscellaneous People"? I think, although this title is not fancy enough, it must be very relevant to the experiences of ordinary people, and it will also arouse readers' curiosity and make them want to see your story even more. work……"

"Such a topic?" Hugo frowned slightly, obviously still weighing something, "Well... what you said makes sense, I will remember it, and then I will weigh the other names together. Let’s see which one to use.”

Then, he smiled at Matilda again, "However, if the name you proposed is adopted, I will thank a smart, lovely, but unknown girl in the inscription..."

After hearing Hugo secretly teasing Matilda about hiding her identity, Matilda couldn't help but feel even more ashamed. But she still didn't dare to reveal her full identity, so she had to choose a compromise.

"Just call me Matilda, sir."

At this time, Ciel didn't notice their current joke. He was already shocked by an idea in his heart.

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Ah yo!

Isn't "Les Misérables" just "Les Misérables"?

[French les-miserables, originally meaning "miserable people", was translated into Chinese as "Les Miserables". 】

This book was conceived by Hugo for many years and finally published during his exile - it was Matilda who named it?

This...is really...

Ciel didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Okay, Matilda, thank you. You are really smart." Hugo nodded towards her approvingly. Of course, out of etiquette, he did not ask the woman who obviously did not want to reveal her identity. Who, "And very talented, I think many men are not as good as you... It's a pity that I have too many father-in-laws now, and I don't know when I can let you see this work..."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait anytime!" Matilda replied immediately.

"Don't worry about this, sir, I think you will have time." Charles suddenly interrupted and said something meaningful.

Charles had already agreed with Louis Bonaparte that soon, as long as the coup was successful, he and other opponents would be arrested or exiled abroad.

By then, Hugo would have plenty of time to write.

……………………

"Charles! I'm not dreaming!"

When leaving the Perriette Mansion, Matilda still hadn't fully recovered from the excitement.

In her hand was tightly a copy of "Notre Dame de Paris", the original copy given to her by Miss Blue Stockings, and on it was Hugo's generous signature and inscription.

"You are not dreaming, but you have truly realized your dream." Charles replied attentively.

"Yes... yes... It's great, this is an unforgettable night..." Matilda murmured to herself, "Charles, thank you for giving me such luck."

The two walked and talked, and finally came to the place where Charles' carriage was parked.

"Is it not good to thank you verbally?" Charles replied with a teasing smile.

Matilda's face turned red again, and then she closed her eyes.

Charles lowered his head.

Under the clear moonlight of winter, under the illumination of the sparse lanterns, the two kissed each other.

"Charles..." After kissing for a long time, Matilda finally woke up from this happiness, raised her head again, and looked at her lover who was so close to her, "Thank you so much!"

Then, he suddenly found that Charles seemed to be a little bit wrong.

He was motionless, as if his whole body was frozen.

Matilda felt a little strange, so she turned her head and looked in the direction of Charles's sight.

However, she herself froze.

Not far away from them, Charlotte, who was wearing a black dress, was looking at him calmly. (To be continued...)