Fox of France

   Persuaded Lavoisier, Joseph can prepare to return to Toulon, but before that, he has to visit Amon’s house. Amon is the only son in the family. If he loses him, his family must be very sad. As a good friend of Amon, it would be awkward if Joseph was not in Paris. If he was in Paris, he would not visit him.

  So on the second day after signing the contract with Lavoisier, Joseph took two entourages-the block where Amon's house was located was a wealthy neighborhood, and the security was quite good. Therefore, it is very safe to take two people and ride a carriage.

  The carriage stopped near Aman’s house. Joseph got out of the car and motioned to his entourage to stay in the car. He held a bunch of white lilies and walked towards Amon's house. He knocked on the door lightly, and after a while, he heard footsteps hurriedly approaching, and then the door opened a gap, a green eye peeked out from the gap, and then the door was opened more. A large slit revealed Fanny's face.

  "Mr. Bonaparte? You are here..." Fanny said, and she saw the bouquet in Joseph's hand.

  "Mom and Dad don’t know about my brother..." Fanny lowered her voice.

   "Ah..." Joseph looked at the flower in his hand and wanted to put it on the ground, which seemed inappropriate, and wanted to put it behind his back, which seemed useless.

   "Give it to me." Fanny whispered. At the same time all the doors of the room were opened.

  She took the bunch of flowers from Joseph and hid it behind a table in the porter with a broken leg. Joseph noticed that Fanny had lost a lot of weight compared to the last time I met, but this made her look taller and taller.

  "In a moment, you said that you came to visit your brother. You don't know about my brother. Please." Fanny said, "Mum is not in good health."

   "I understand, I understand." Joseph said quickly.

  At this time, a middle-aged man’s voice came from inside: "Fanny, are there any guests? Who is it?"

  Fanny quickly turned her head and shouted inside: "Dad, there is a guest, my brother's friend Mr. Bonaparte."

   Then she turned her head again and said to Joseph: "Mr. Bonaparte, please follow me in."

  Joseph followed Fanny into this rococo-style building. Perhaps because of negligence, the house looked even more dilapidated than it was the last time Joseph came. In future generations, on this basis, with a little decoration, maybe Fanny can claim that I have a house of horror.

   Entering the hall, Joseph found that the hall was unexpectedly clean and empty. Although the marble floor has worn out very badly, it is still cleaned, the curtains are also very old, and the patterns on it are completely invisible, but it is obviously very clean. As for the empty space, some of the furniture previously placed here is gone.

  Fanny seemed to notice that Joseph was looking at this place, and whispered: "These days, bread is too expensive, we can only take out some things and sell..."

   "Yes, Miss Fanny, it is not easy for everyone these days." Joseph also exclaimed. Although he was not short of money and starved after the revolution, he was scared to sleep by the guillotine devil and had a hard time, right?

"My father is in the small living room. His legs and feet are not very good, he is old rheumatism, and it is almost difficult to walk, so he can only wait for you there. Please understand, this is not our arrogance." Fanny pushed Joseph down. The living room cited, while explaining.

  Joseph nodded and said, "I can understand. My father was not in good health when he was still there."

  At the same time, he noticed that there seemed to be no servant in the whole small building.

  Fanny took Joseph into the small living room. Viscount Charles Lavoisier was sitting in an old elm rocking chair. He was much older than the last time he saw him. His hair was gray and his beard was sparse. On his knees was an old and pale blanket. As time went on, the wool on the blanket was sparsely sparse, and holes that insects had bitten could even be seen in many places.

"Welcome, Mr. Bonaparte, please forgive me, I can't stand up to meet you. Ah, you are the first friend to visit us in the past six months. Please sit down." Viscount Charles told Joseph Said with a smile.

   Joseph sat down on a high-back chair beside him.

   "Mr. Bonaparte, I heard that you are now in the Ministry of War?" Viscount Charles asked Joseph when he sat down.

   "Yes, I'm in the War Department." Joseph replied.

   "Ah, that's good. The **** of Amon has now gone to the Northern Army. It seems to be in the Fourth Army. The commander is General Rubel. This is the one who just repelled the Austrians some time ago."

  Speaking of this, Shire showed an embarrassed smile on his face:

"Mr. Bonaparte, you are Amon’s friend. When Amon went to the north, I didn’t object. Men always have to make their own decisions. What’s more, at that time, I felt that although the northern front was dangerous, But to say, there are not many places in the world that are more dangerous than Paris at that time. Are you saying that?"

   Honestly, Charles’ support for his son’s decision cannot be counted wrong. Because at that time, Paris was indeed very dangerous, especially for those who had aristocratic status and were too deeply involved in politics.

   "You are right." Joseph replied.

"Yeah, but now Paris is considered safe. Robespierre finally got his head cut off. Speaking of which, Robespierre did some good deeds. If it weren't for him to hack the Jews, I In this house, I am afraid that there will be no more furniture. Now my creditors are all dead. For this, I should call Robespierre long live." Viscount Charles smiled and coughed violently. When she got up, Fanny hurried to help him pour a glass of water.

   "Ah, Fanny, look, you are really... you haven't poured a cup of tea for Mr. Bonaparte. Go and pour a cup of tea for Mr. Bonaparte." Viscount Charles said angrily.

  Fanny nodded and turned around to pour tea. Charles watched Fanny walk away, and said to Joseph: "Mr. Bonaparte, we just said...ah, speaking of Paris is safe now, so...so I wonder if you can think of a way Amang was transferred back from the north. You know, it’s not that I am not patriotic, but that I only have such a son. A few days ago, Amang’s mother had a dream and dreamed of..."

   "Dad, what are you talking nonsense again! Don't be afraid of other people's jokes." A voice rang, and Charles turned his head and saw Fanny standing behind him holding a teapot.

"I'm talking about this kind of dream talk or something, and I'm not afraid of other people's jokes!" Fanny continued while pouring tea to Joseph, "I told you a long time ago, dreams are fake. Let's talk about it, a few days ago , Didn’t you still receive your brother’s letter, and he sent the money back? My brother is very good in the north, why do you have to bring him back."

  As soon as he took the teacup, Joseph noticed that Fanny had calluses on her hands-obviously, it was this girl who was trying to carry the whole family on her shoulders.

"Oh, oh, I don't understand what you young people think!" Charles waved annoyedly. "A fool is not afraid of death, so he can do whatever is dangerous; there is another one who is almost an old girl by now. Don't worry about it!"

   "Dad!" Fanny was handing the tea cup to Joseph at this time. Hearing this, she handed the teacup to Joseph's hand, stood up straight, and said with a straight face.

"Okay, okay, my little Fanny is angry. I won't say anything." Charles shook his head, "Ah, Mr. Bonaparte, let you watch a joke. Since the revolution, my house has been messed up. Being in a ball... the only advantage is that we don’t care about the decent nobles anymore. Hell... Well, Mr. Bonaparte, you are now a big man, you can ask Amon and persuade him..."

"If I can, I will." Joseph said, "But you know, Amon is a bit stubborn sometimes. And he has a lot of romantic temperament. I guess that my persuasion may not work. For example, I My brothers are already generals, and still often like to be in front. I can't even control him..."

"Oh, young people are like this, and they are not obedient." Charles exclaimed, "Oh, count Amang, now he is not too young, when he and I were so old, Amang would crawl all over the floor. But This **** is still messing around. Because of him, some of my former friends don’t come with us anymore. Alas, many of my old friends are not coming. Well, they are all on the guillotine, so they can’t come. If they were It's really here, don't you think I am suffering from rheumatism, I can jump up and run fast. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

  Charr laughed suddenly.

   "Dad, the more you speak, the less plausible you are." Fanny frowned and said.

"Fanny, Dad hasn’t seen anyone other than you and your mother for almost half a year." Charles said, "I’m rarely happy. More than ten years ago, you didn’t know how to walk, and Charles didn’t know how to walk. When counting, how can our house be so deserted. At that time, your mother's salon was the whole of Paris..."

   "You gotta dad, don't brag, if you go on, you will say that mom's salon is Mrs. Dubali's salon." Fanny said again.

"Okay, Fanny. I didn't mean that, but at that time, it was really a good time to remember... Mr. Bonaparte, look at it now, we are deserted here, and my friends are not coming. , Aman’s friend, no one is here except you. You see, the house is so deserted that my Fanny will become an old girl..."

   "Dad..."

   "Fanny, you let me say, when your mother and you were so old, Charles would call her mother..."

  Old Xia Er was talking about it for a long time, and Joseph listened with him. It was almost noon when Old Charles was obviously tired, and Joseph stood up to say goodbye. Fanny sent him out. The two had just walked out of the small living room, but Charles' voice came from behind: "Mr. Bonaparte, do you think Fanny is a very good girl..."