In the end, Kitahara and Kaede rubbed Rousseau's head, dragged him away, and went for a walk together at the foot of the mountain next door.

As a part of southern France that is famous for its sunshine, the sun in Provence is generally very bright. Especially in this hot weather, it is rare to see rain or clouds.

Sometimes, the sun is so hot that you feel like it's midsummer, and every minute and every second becomes slow and long under this dazzling light.

Just like this, when I was almost sleepy, time walked leisurely to April.

Tulips have begun to bloom at the beginning of April. The deep red sea of ​​flowers, although not as grand and magnificent as the Netherlands, still reveals the chic and lovely style unique to Provence.

Kitahara and Kaede like to paint in that place, using large areas of red paint, any red, and applying it layer by layer. Sometimes what they draw is not tulips, but bright red roses, or a red sun and moon.

.

Sometimes in the wilderness late at night, the red moon lies on a gently undulating mountain. Its shadow is a pool of rose water. The petals are splashed everywhere, and the black sky is filled with sweet pink.

Provence is such a sweet and lazy place. The countryside is not as eventful as in big cities like Paris, but is like a calm stream, gurgling away like this.

The occasional splash of water is enough to spice up everyone’s life.

During this period, because Montesquieu would always call Rousseau from time to time to ask how Rousseau was doing, Kitahara and Kaede became familiar with him.

"I like this story very much. Before, I never thought that that nondescript cathedral would one day be so beautiful in writing." Montesquieu said.

He is currently listening to Kitahara and Kaede reciting a passage from "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" while grading his students' law homework - like Goethe and Kant in Germany, he both has a part-time job as a university professor.

"Because they look completely different. But... this is probably what Notre Dame de Paris looks like in Mr. Hugo's eyes. Gentle, solemn, beautiful and solemn."

Kitahara and Kaede answered with a smile, while typing quickly on the portable laptop they bought, copying the French version of "Notre Dame de Paris" in their minds.

——Here we must thank the progress of science and technology, thank Goethe for dragging Fyodor to work overtime every day, and thank their high-tech company for finally getting on the right track.

As we all know, research on new technologies is based on the understanding of old technologies. This laptop is one of the prototypes they bought from another company for research and analysis.

After they thoroughly studied the computer a few days ago, they reassembled it and sent it over, calling it a "late New Year gift."

But Kitahara and Kaede seriously suspected that this was some big Russian hamster trying different methods to urge him to code, but who cared? Anyway, he didn't want to try the feeling of handwriting tens of thousands of words a day.

"The president of the Paris Commune..."

Montesquieu thought for a few seconds and replied, "Neither Voltaire nor I have any duties related to supernatural beings, so we don't often deal with him, but looking at it this way, he should be a very romantic person.

"

"Rousseau liked to be with people like this."

While Kitahara and Kaede in the room were chatting with Montesquieu on the phone, Fabre was lying on the table, looking at the three chrysalis placed on it with his head drooped.

They all have bright and dazzling flashes, like handicrafts made of gold, but many places have become dark, like lights that will go out in the next second.

"It's already the tenth day of pupation..."

Fabre muttered, "Usually it takes seven to ten days to turn into a butterfly, but there is no movement now, so there won't be any real problems. Or is it that you are a little acclimatized after arriving in France from the tropical rainforest?"

Roland crossed his arms and looked at the chrysalis on the table with a black face. "I understand the truth, but why did you bring these guys to my place? I'm not an insect doctor. Do you still want me to play a song?"

Do you want to cheer them up?"

"Hey, what a great idea! Maybe they will fly out when they hear the music!"

Fabre's eyes lit up and he looked at his friend with a look of surprise on his face. He rushed towards him excitedly and said happily, "I just said that every time I stay at Roland's house, I have great luck!"

"What a ghost! Every time you come here, I will be in trouble! Is it humanly possible to play the piano for these guys?"

"Roland - I won't allow you to slander yourself! This idea sounds super interesting! Maybe it will work?"

inside the room.

Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help laughing, and then asked curiously, "By the way. I always feel that you are worried about Rousseau's friendship. Is it my misunderstanding?"

"He is indeed very worrying." Montesquieu's tone was a little helpless. "When he first met Voltaire, he almost... The reason why he hates gay men is largely because of this incident.

matter."

Kitahara and Kaede, who realized that the other party had omitted content, were stunned for a moment, and did not type a word for a long time.

"This is not an interesting story," the traveler said after being silent for a while.

"It's really bad. He is easily deceived by people who he thinks are his friends. For example... sometimes he will suddenly have a feverish desire to travel, and then those people will take all his money on the road and let him

He lives on the streets."

Montesquieu's tone seemed to be sarcastic, but at the end of the sentence, even he fell silent, as if he didn't know what to say.

"He's not stupid, so I don't understand why he always does such irrational things. Emotions have a great influence on him."

The man who was always being called "Charlie Coconut" and "Charlie Coconut" by Rousseau affectionately sounded a little frustrated and his tone became lowered. "Yes, he always gets into trouble. But I can't help him in time."

Him, tell him what to do, it's my fault too."

But this is obviously not any of you's fault.

Kitahara and Kaede wanted to say this, but felt that the words were so weak that he was embarrassed to say them.

Maybe if we really want to find a wrong place, it would probably be in such a complex and contradictory world.

"I sometimes think that if there was a law in the world to protect those who were hurt by their friends and to protect some people's arrogant and irrational dreams, it would actually be a good thing."

Montesquieu said in a sighing voice, "That way I don't have to worry about him so much."

"In this case, I always feel that Voltaire and Rousseau may be the first to be judged as typical negative cases."

Kitahara and Feng complained, and at the same time yawned very deliberately, trying to get rid of the atmosphere between the two of them from this powerless dullness and melancholy.

"Well, let's get back to our previous topic - Mr. Charlie, do you think it is possible for Notre Dame to be rebuilt in this way?"

"It depends on how much of a sensation this book will create in society after it is published. Not only in France, but also abroad, and even throughout Europe."

Montesquieu blinked and saw the purpose of the traveler changing the topic, so he sorted out his thoughts a little and said, "I won't tell you the specific reasons, but you should understand. Personally, I am

I really hope this can be successful.”

Kitahara and Kaede said "hmm" and continued typing on their laptops while listening carefully to the explanation that the other party would inevitably have next.

Perhaps because he had been a professor for a long time, Montesquieu would never leave a sentence without thinking. On the contrary, he liked to explain the origin of some of his thoughts and expectations.

Outside the room.

Roland took advantage of his height and caught Fabre. At the same time, he looked at the three chrysalis on the table and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "I asked, did one of them move just now?"

"Huh? Did it move?" Fabre struggled to break away and continued to lie down and observe carefully, "Yes! Kyle moved, and then Cyril and Los... OK, they are all breaking out of the pupa!"

"Although the threat of death inside has been avoided, the next danger is still great... If they don't have the strength, they may suffocate to death inside."

The entomologist looked worriedly until a golden pupa broke through the first gap.

It was rare that Roland didn't say anything about "hating insects", even though the butterfly that was emerging was extremely embarrassed, its whole body was wrinkled and pitch black, and you couldn't tell where its head and wings were.

It panted hard and struggled toward the outside, almost trying to pull itself out.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine how much effort it took.

Inside the door.

"According to the unspoken rules of our country, if there is a relevant precedent for what happened, it can be handled according to the precedent."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there was a slight smile in Montesquieu’s voice: “Actually, I also want to do something similar. I want to force the government through public opinion. Now that I think about it, books may be a good

way.”

The French government is in such a miserable state, both of them want to use public opinion to contain it - a brilliant job.

Beiyuan and Feng raised their eyebrows, thinking with great interest in their hearts that they even wanted to eat a fresh melon.

"The reason is actually very simple. I don't know if President Hugo has told you about Gide... This incident had a great impact on those with supernatural powers in France who knew about it. Abandoning soldiers who fought bloody battles for the country, haha

."

Montesquieu let out a short breath, obviously dissatisfied with the decision of that year. "In short, due to various reasons, many superpowers stood together to speak for Gide and the others, so the death penalty was changed to

He was exiled. But you also know that France will not let this group of black history go outside."

"So the main reason why they haven't been caught yet is that they moved fast enough?"

Kitahara and Kaede recalled the iic in their own memories and guessed.

"Yes. Basically they can only miss every time. I have to say that as an army leader, Gide is still very good at tactics and strategy."

Montesquieu briefly praised the soldier, and then continued to talk about what he wanted to do, "I don't intend to let these soldiers continue to live outside. In fact, there are many French superpowers who are still fighting for them."

effort."

"No matter what the reason is. Maybe it's out of fairness and justice, maybe it's out of the sadness of the rabbit's death, maybe it's because of the inner unbearability, maybe there are people they once knew in the army, maybe it's just to cause trouble for the government

…”

Montesquieu's voice was very soft, "But we all want to try again, try again to undo the tragedy that could not be undone, and find a way again through literature, art and public opinion, through public opinion and political games."

What the gun yields to will also yield to the pen.

It sounds like a very romantic, stupid, and thankless thing, but in this romantic and free country, there is never a shortage of fools to do this.

No matter how impossible things are, from the mouths of these romantics, they seem to have bright possibilities, and it seems that they will definitely become a reality in this world one day.

"Roland Roland, its wings are out."
To be continued...