It's late at night, and darkness has reigned over the city.

While much of the city is a place of all-night sinkworks, there are still many places that have fallen into a deep sleep.

In a quiet and deserted neighborhood of the Latin Quarter, a horse-drawn carriage travels through the dark alleys.

Such a move in the middle of the night seemed unusual, and besides, the carriage was very slow, and the chariot was very careful not to make a noise from the horses, which added a bit of a sneaky atmosphere to the carriage.

As the place where the carriage traveled became more and more remote, the pedestrians on the street became more and more sparse, until at last they disappeared; The light on the street became dimmer, making the carriage look as if it had entered a dark cavern that could engulf a qiē.

Eventually, the carriage came to a halt in the middle of a decaying and grey old house.

This old house is probably the last remnant of the Bourbon era, and it is only because the landlord is trying to squeeze the rent money of the tenants to survive, but it is because of the poor living conditions that there is no one to be seen here, even in the morning, let alone the present moment.

The contrast between the tall mansions in the distance and the area is a permanent shadow. The dark and cold air brought by poverty, combined with these mottled walls, turned the old houses into underground cemeteries, more like the tombs of the living.

In the midst of a flurry of sojoking, a passenger slowly stepped out of the carriage.

Judging from her figure and clothing, she seems to be a woman, but because the shady curtain is too heavy, her figure looks blurry. She was wearing a black dress. He also wore a hat on his head, and a veil hung down from the front of the hat, covering the whole person tightly.

In every way, the carriage and the woman exude a strange mystery.

As if hesitating something, after getting out of the carriage. The woman stood silently for a moment, and only after a moment did she move forward. Then, she walked over to a wooden door that was so tattered that it almost made people wonder if it could still be wielded.

The woman was not busy knocking on the door, but looked left and right for a while, after making sure that no one was paying attention to her. He raised his hand slightly.

"Bang bang" Her knock on the door was so soft that it was completely inaudible not far away.

There was no response.

In the silence of a moment, she seemed to feel a little nervous, so much so that she put her hands together on her chest.

Fortunately, just when her mood fell to the bottom. Suddenly there was a low shout from the door.

"Who?"

It's his voice, thank God...... The woman seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then lowered her hand again.

"It's me, Edgar." She replied in a low voice.

Then, the door opened.

With the help of the sparse starlight, she was now standing in the doorway, the same person she had been worried about for a long time.

"Edgar, why did you suddenly change places!" After a sudden relaxation in my heart. She couldn't help but complain.

Although it looked like a reproach, there was indescribable excitement on her face. "It's a different place!"

However, at this very moment. She now had a gun in her hand

"Edgar!" She took a deep breath and couldn't help but cry out, "What's going on!" ”

"Shh......h Quietly, Floya ...... "The person on the other side looked a little nervous, but after making sure that there was no one else outside, he put down his hand holding the gun. The other hand suddenly grabbed the woman's shoulders and pulled her into his arms. "Let's go. Let's go in and talk. ”

Just when she was grabbed by this hand, the woman struggled for a moment. But they still couldn't resist the strength of the other party, so they had to obey, and then they walked in together.

Everything in this dilapidated house was, of course, very commensurate with its appearance, and the curtains of each room were blackened with smoke and ash, and the wood that was left unattended everywhere was apparently almost never cleaned. And in a few scruffy rooms, there are also some canvases and paints, which add to the mess.

Led by the man, they walked to a small alley.

"Floya, look, this is my studio now, how about it?" As if joking, he smiled and spread his hands.

The woman lifted the veil from her hat and glanced around the room.

Needless to say, this alley is as dirty and dilapidated as the other rooms, but slightly more spacious. The furniture was scarce, and it was as bleak and dilapidated as the room. The room was littered, old socks hung on the backs of the horsehair cushions, and the dust had recreated the patterns on the chairs. In the middle of the alley, there was a cracked desk with an oil lamp lit in a dim and dim light, and on the tabletop was a canvas with a silk pattern of paint, apparently improvising before it was disturbed.

With the help of this semi-bright light, the man's appearance was also fully revealed.

In contrast to the poor image of the room, he wore a dark coat of English fabric and a rather chic low bow tie. Judging by his appearance, he is about forty years old.

He had a haircut with his head over his ears, and it was a dull golden color in the light. His face had a little yellow of many years, and there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead because of his age, but he was square and very clean, and the edges and corners were as if they had been carved into them, and it was evident that he was a beautiful man when he was young, and even today he still retains a little handsomeness.

Even more impressive were his shiny pale blue eyes set in oval sockets, which were particularly invigorating and seemed to carry a faint sense of melancholy. This kind of melancholy expression is just the kind that can arouse a large number of women...... Born of motherhood of protectiveness. It is precisely because of this expression and his wonderful painting skills that he was proud in the social world back then, and so many people were fascinated by him.

And after time has carved a few rounds of notches on his face, this melancholy has only added a little more.

At least. He brought an indescribable touch to the visiting woman.

"How did you make yourself live in a place like this?" Seeing that the other party was in such a bad environment, the woman suddenly felt a sense of sadness, and then looked at the other party with some pain. "Is there a lack of money? Then why don't you tell me? ”

"No, Floya, don't worry about me." After removing the tension at the beginning, the man's voice became much softer and more melodious, "You gave me so much money last time, and there is no shortage of it now." ”

As he spoke, he stroked the other's head as if it were very intimate.

It seems that the other party's actions are too intimate. The woman broke free from his embrace with a little nervousness, stepped back, and continued to look at him with that concern.

"In that case, why do you have to let yourself live in a place like this? Is there nowhere to go? She suddenly lowered her head, "If it really doesn't work." Go to the Kadion Mansion, I'll let the servants let you go, and there's no one living there anyway......"

"If you live here, no one will be staring...... Floya ......" the middle-aged man smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "If I had run to you, I would have been seen a long time ago......"

"What do you mean? Is someone staring at you? Is it a robber? Or who? The middle-aged woman was taken aback.

Then, her eyes drifted to the pistol that was casually placed on the table by the middle-aged man, so she became more worried, "Are you running here because someone is chasing you?" Who is it? What the hell is going on? ”

Because the other party has not answered. She became more and more anxious, and finally a little tear oozed from the corner of her eye, "Edgar." Why don't you tell me anything? I just ran back all of a sudden......"

"I'm just afraid you're worried in vain, it's okay, Floya." The middle-aged man still smiled, and then slowly approached the other party, "Some things are caused by me because of myself." Then you can only bear the consequences yourself, and I will be fine. It's just a minor issue. ”

I still don't understand it at all...... Madame looked up at the other, but he did not speak. Just staring at himself, the two of them looked at each other like this for a while, not knowing what to say.

Finally, she sighed dejectedly, "So, how long do you plan to stay when you return to China this time?" ”

"I don't know much about that, but I guess I'll have to stay a few more months, well, it should be a few more months." The man nodded slightly, then reached out and took the other's hand, "Come, come and see, the painting I just painted." ”

Before the other party could agree, he pulled her over.

"...... this?" After seeing the outline of the painting clearly, she let out a startled sigh.

"Well, that's you." The middle-aged man took her right hand, and then slid it together on the uncolored part of the canvas, "Look, this immaculate face, this thoughtful expression, this slender and graceful figure...... Isn't that you, Floya? Look at this dress again, it's the dress we wore when we first met, right? I remember the floral ornament you wore on it......"

"That's right, it's my ......" As the other party explained, the woman's face turned red with excitement - what woman doesn't like such a warm compliment? She was dazzled by these words back then, and now she naturally can't escape.

But after a few moments, her expression became low again, "But, now that I'm old, Edgar, I don't have the beauty I used to be. ”

"No, you're as beautiful as you were back then, Floya." The middle-aged man reached out and stroked her cheek, then took off her hat and put it aside casually, "Time can never kill my attachment to you, so I'm back." ”

Knowing that these words were not true, Floya, or Princess Cadion, still had an uncontrollable flutter, and the hand that slowly slid on her face seemed to produce a strange heat in the sliding, as if it could burn a qiē.

Under the gaze of those blue eyes, she felt her face burned with blood and passion, and it seemed like she had returned to the old days...... No.

"Nope! Don't do that! Edgar! As if awakened from a dream, she suddenly stepped back and left the hand.

"What's wrong?" The man looked at her in amazement.

"Don't do that, no! We are all at this age, and we can't act recklessly...... And, moreover...... We should not have done that again! As if touched by something, tears slowly slid down her face, as if she remembered how many past events, "Edgar, let's treat each other like friends in the future, we only seal the memories of the previous qiē, and don't continue to make mistakes." ”

As she spoke, she cried, "I came here this time just because you suddenly changed your address, so I want to confirm your safety, and I don't mean anything else, Edgar, I have to say goodbye, if there is anything in the future, you can write to me." ”

It hasn't changed after so many years, it's still so naïve...... The middle-aged man sneered in his heart, between men and women, what kind of friends do they talk about?

While sneering in his heart, his face tightened, his eyelids drooped slightly, and Yan Sù's face became even more melancholy.

"Well, I knew it...... How can I still deserve your care, someone like me must have been left behind by you a long time ago......" He shook his head sadly, like a poet in an aria, "It's okay, seeing that you are doing well, I will be satisfied, I will not disturb you in the future, I will pray for you in an unnoticed corner for the rest of my life." Okay, Floya, you go first, when I finish my wish, I will disappear consciously, and I will not cause any hindrance to you, may you be happy......"

After hearing his lament of implicit accusation, the princess was a little flustered and looked at him blankly, as if she wanted to explain something.

"No, Edgar, that's not what I meant! How could I think that? I just mean ...... Let's not overstep the rules in the future...... It's just that...... But ......"

Seeing her so flustered, the middle-aged man was relieved - it was still the same.

"So, aren't you going to forget me?" He looked at the princess sadly.

"No, how could it be!"

"That's great...... he smiled with relief as he leaned over to Princess Kadion's side, then put his arm around her shoulder and looked at her earnestly, "I've been thinking about you all this time, and I've been wishing I could stay by your side all the time, Floya!" ”

As if unable to bear the gaze, the princess closed her eyes. "But ......"

Who cares about you?

The middle-aged man's face naturally leaned up.

However, just as the lips were about to be re-intertwined, suddenly there was a soft sound at the door.

Damn it!

His body froze. (To be continued)

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