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11. Drama

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    Following the footsteps of the prosecutor and Charles, Valentine's attention was also drawn to the door. Her timid eyes wandered, seemingly at a loss.  "Good afternoon, Valentine." In order to appease the nervous girl, Charles put on what he thought was the most cordial smile, "Long time no see, you are more beautiful than before." This was of course a polite statement on the scene.  That's all - his family has basically no contact with the Villefort family. They only meet a few times a year on certain occasions, and there are not many opportunities to talk to each other. How can Charles remember whether the other party has become more beautiful?  However, it seemed that his words had some effect. Under the infection of his smile, Valentine's nervousness disappeared a lot. Although she did not reply, she still managed to squeeze out a smile and asked Charles.  nodded.  "Thank you, Charles, long time no see" The prosecutor did not pay attention to his daughter's mental state. He walked straight to the center of the room and stood next to the old man in the rocking chair.  The old man in the rocking chair has long gray hair, which is scattered on his head and draped down to his shoulders. The skin on his hands is also covered with various lines, looking like wrinkled oranges.  Although he was wearing expensive clothes and covered with a silk blanket, there was not much life in his body.  However, it can be seen from the clothes on his body and the utensils next to him that although he has been lying on the chair like a zombie and has lost the ability to take care of all affairs, he is still being carefully cared for by his family.  The only thing that makes him look different from a dead person is his eyes - his eyes are still very sharp, seeming to remind people that lying inside is an outstanding old man from the Revolutionary era, the most important emperor of Napoleon.  One of the enthusiastic supporters.  However, when the son walked to the side, these eyes that could burn out flames were still looking at the painting on the fireplace in a trance, without even moving their eyes, as if they had fallen into a sluggish state.  Attorney General Villefort was not unhappy because he was used to being despised by his father.  It is not difficult for him to endure a father who is paralyzed by a stroke and despises him. After all, even if his father is paralyzed to his current state, he is still his talisman - as long as His Majesty the Emperor remembers his father's past contributions, then he will  Remembering that Villefort exists will give him an extra layer of favor from the court, which will be of great help to his future.  Since he doesn¡¯t have to do anything to take care of his father anyway, he can¡¯t see him more than once a day, so why bother taking it personally.  With a cold calmness, he bent down slightly and leaned close to his father's ear.  "Father, the Marquis of Treville has asked his grandson to visit you." He said softly, as if he was afraid of surprising his father.  "He is going to hold a banquet to entertain the Marquis de Saint-Meran, as well as some old friends from the past He would like to ask, are you willing to attend?" The old man lying on the rocking chair like a zombie was unable to answer.  , but his eyes suddenly opened wide, and then he blinked several times in succession.  For family members who are already familiar with communicating with the elderly after paralysis, this is a very clear answer.  "He is willing to go." The prosecutor turned to the young man and said.  Charles was surprised when he saw the way the old man communicated with his son.  He couldn¡¯t help but walked forward and came to the rocking chair.  "Mr. de Noirtier, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time" Facing this old man who was paralyzed by a stroke, he, who was always sharp-tongued, didn't know how to express his words. "Anyway, you are willing to attend my meeting."  Grandpa¡¯s party, right?¡± The old man blinked hard a few more times.  Now even Charles can feel the old man's enthusiasm.  "Okay, okay." Charles nodded repeatedly, "Then I'll tell grandpa when I get back." Then, he looked over to the prosecutor and asked with his eyes if he could leave here. He wanted to stay away from this place.  The paralyzed old man, who was dying, avoided this lingering smell of death.  At this moment, something that shocked Ciel happened.  The old man suddenly opened his mouth with difficulty, and then exhaled "ho, ho" with a trembling voice. He took a big breath like a fish that had just been caught on the shore.  "Huh? What's wrong?" Charles was a little flustered. It was really scary for a paralyzed old man to make such an action.  He turned to look at Villefort, "Mr. Villefortwhat's wrong?!" He soon discovered that Villefort also had an inexplicable expression on his face. Apparently he had never seen his father paralyzed.There was such a move later.  "Grandpa! Grandpa!" Just as they were panicking, the girl Valentine standing next to them rushed to the old man's side, lifted up his waist, rubbed his back, and massaged him  .  After a while, the old man finally calmed down, but surprisingly, the old man's eyes still stayed on him.  Now he is an old man who is half lying down. His eyes are more oppressive and majestic. He is panting and looking at Charles.  "What on earth iswhat's going on?" Charles took a step back warily. If he were a professional, he could tell that this was the preparatory stance of someone skilled in swordsmanship before taking action.  "Grandpa, do you have something to say to him?" At this moment, Valentine asked hurriedly.  The old man blinked a few times.  "You have something you want to tell me?" Ciel finally understood and let down his guard.  Then, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.  A paralyzed and dying old man, has something to say to me?  What did he say?  "Monsieur Noirtier?" He forced a smile, and then looked at the old man, trying to figure out whether the other man had gone crazy because of a stroke.  "What do you want to say?" The key question is actually not what he wants to say, but how he should "say" it. However, considering the patient's self-esteem, he still expressed his opinion tactfully.  "Charles, let's go back." Perhaps because he felt his father's behavior was a bit embarrassing, Villefort's expression was full of embarrassment, "My father's physical condition has been very poor recently, which has also affected his spirit. Don't take it to heart. In short"  "Ho, ho!" At this moment, the old man neighed weakly again, interrupting his son's words.  "Interesting" Charles looked at his son, then at the old man, and finally shrugged.  He understood that the key to the problem was not Villefort.  "Valentina, can you help me understand what happened?" Valentine looked at the blond and blue-eyed young man, and then nodded lightly.  Then, she picked up a thick dictionary from the table next to her.  "Grandpa, let's start" "What's going on?" Charles was even more shocked.  "Ever since grandpa suffered a stroke, everything he wants to say is through the dictionary." Valentine explained to Charles in a low voice, "I look for it in the dictionary. When grandpa wants to say something, he will stop." Charles turned his head to look.  He turned to Villefort, but the prosecutor just looked embarrassed and didn't say a word.  It seems that this is really the case. ? Okay, let¡¯s watch the performances of the grandfather and grandson.  So, in this spacious but dimly lit room, three people gathered around a paralyzed old man lying on a rocking chair. They all had different expressions, and the scene was extremely strange.  Charles was the most relaxed one. He was just watching a drama that he could not usually see, while his cousin Valentine stood beside him, holding a dictionary in his hand, acting as a translator.  Under his gaze, Valentine opened the dictionary, then turned to the alphabet at the front seriously, and then her pale and slender fingers slowly slid down from the first letter a.  The old man looked at his granddaughter's finger with wide eyes. When his finger came to the letter f, he blinked suddenly several times.  "Is f right?" Valentine confirmed.  The old man blinked twice more.  "Okay, the second one." Valentine moved her finger to the first letter again.  So, several consecutive letters passed through the girl's hands one by one and fell into Ciel's eyes. ? ? ??f-i-s-t-o-n? ? ¡°Son?¡± When the sixth letter appeared, Ciel reacted.  "Sir, do you mean your son?" The old man blinked twice, and Charles already understood that this meant agreement.  "Okay, what's wrong with your son?" Charles asked.  The old man looked at Valentine again, and then Valentine began to move her fingers again. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? being moving for about a minute, another word fell into Ciel¡¯s eyes.  "Imprisonment?" Charles opened his eyes wide, "Are you talking about who your son, Prosecutor General Villefort, has imprisoned?" "How is that possible!" Before the old man could speak, Prosecutor General Villefort said:He yelled anxiously and called Charles, "Char my father's mental state has been really bad recently. Let's call it a day. You see, he's already like this. Let's not disturb him."  "Originally, Ciel didn't care much, but now that the other party is so anxious, Ciel is actually interested.  "I feel that your father's thinking is very coherent, sir." He politely refused the other party's request to leave, "Since my grandfather wants to invite him as a guest, at least I have to find out what he is like now.  situation, isn't it?" Then he looked at Valentine and nodded with interest.  Perhaps because of Ciel¡¯s encouragement, a trace of rosiness appeared on the girl¡¯s pale face.  Her finger rested on the alphabet again.  m-o-i "Me?!" Ciel shouted out because of the accident.  "Mr. Noirtier, youyou mean that your son imprisoned you?" Charles had to confirm next time.  The old man blinked his eyes continuously, as if he was beating a drum.  There is no doubt, this is an accusation he made while sober. Although the scene is so strange and the atmosphere is so weird, Charles can confirm it.  If you really have dementia, how can you spell out words one by one?  !  "How could it be!" A group of prosecutors, Villefort, shouted loudly.  Then, he grabbed Ciel's shoulders and said, "Ciel, my father has really gone crazy! How could I imprison my father! If I really imprisoned him, would I bring you to see him?!  He's crazy, he's really crazy!" In saying this, Charles felt right.  Logically speaking, Villefort had no reason to mistreat his father. After all, as long as his father lives, he will receive favor from His Majesty.     What has actually happened?  Ciel was confused.  Villefort dragged him by the shoulders and wanted to take him away.  However, when Ciel turned around, the pale face of a girl appeared in the corner of his eye.  This face is beautiful, but full of painand pleading.  Ciel stopped.  Sure enough, this is a drama specially customized for me specially for visitors.  The grandfather and granddaughter waited for a visitor, then begged him and accused their son.  Maybe I am their last hope.  ¡°I may be the only person they can wait for who dares to withstand the pressure of the Attorney General.  "If I leave, then they may never have a chance again. The paralyzed old man can only be at the mercy of others, and what about Valentine?"  Her father would definitely not forgive her betrayal.  So should I really go?  Do we really have to stand by and watch?  No, the Villefort family must have something hidden.  And the upper class always likes to peek into people's privacy, don't they?  Ciel resisted the pressure on his shoulders and stood still.  "Mr. Noirtier, let me confirm with you again. You are accusing your son of imprisoning you, right?" Charles shook off the prosecutor general's hand and walked to the old man's side. "Let me remind you.  You, this is a very serious accusation. If you are joking or simply venting your anger on your son, you can stop now." The old man still looked at him, and then blinked firmly.  "Okay, I understand" Charles let out a sigh of relief, "Then, why?" The old man's eyes moved to his granddaughter again.  The finger slides again.  testament "A will?" Charles understood, "What will?" No one answered him. Villefort's expression was really baffling, and he was obviously unaware.  Mar¨¦chal "Marshal" Charles frowned, "Do you mean my grandfather?" The old man blinked again and agreed.  Notaire? ¡°Notaire?¡± Several words in Charles¡¯ mind instantly connected together.  "II understand, you want my grandfather to help you make a will and have it notarized, right? Because of the influence of your son, you can't make this move independently, so you said he imprisoned you, right?  !¡± The old man continued to blink, but his gaze became a little more eager, as if praising the young man¡¯s smart mind.  But Charles doesn¡¯t feel complacent now. On the contrary, he has fallen intoIn doubt.  "Is there anything else?" The old man did not look at his granddaughter anymore, but closed his eyes. It seems that these actions just now have consumed his remaining energy. He has nothing else to say and just wants to rest.  .  "Let's go." The prosecutor general, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, with a dark face, brewing some kind of storm.  "Okay, sir." Charles smiled, "But I will go back and tell grandpa, and he should fulfill your father's wish." "Whatever." The prosecutor spread his hands, "I deserve to have such a father.  It¡¯s here!¡± ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Because of this sudden accident, the originally dead atmosphere in the Attorney General¡¯s house suddenly became lively.  The prosecutor went back to his study, looking very angry, while Charles remained in the vestibule, accompanied by another member of the family.  "Thank you" the thin girl in white said to Charles timidly, "I was really afraid that you just walked away." "You made such a bet, how could I just walk away?  Ciel asked back.  Then, he sneered again.  "Dear Valentine, although I am young, you may not believe it. I have seen many more people and things than many adults. Therefore, ordinary people cannot deceive me. Of course beauty  Except for girls. We are willing to help girls who are in trouble as long as others are not in trouble." Under Valentine's gaze, Ciel smiled with a hint of palace grandeur.  "So, if you have any plans, it's best not to do any harm to us, otherwise it will make everyone look ugly." "Youwhat do you mean?" Valentine was a little nervous.  "I am the chosen guest, right?" Charles asked directly, "You and your grandfather waited specially for a guest like me to come to your door before launching an attack, right? I have to say, this show is really  It's quite creative, hahahaha, your grandfather has worked so hard to perform with letters! I can't help but admire this old mountain pie!" Valentine's face became paler, and she suddenly lowered her head.  head, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.  "Yesyes, sir, but we have no choice! Dad is too strict, we can only do thisplease forgive us, if you know our reasons, God will also forgive us  "Well, what happened?" Charles was not moved by the tears. He had seen too many tears from ladies in the palace.  "My grandfather cannot be independent, and my father and stepmother are happy to take advantage of this situation. Although they are respectful to my grandfather on the surface, they do not listen to my grandfather and never respect his opinions" Valentine's  Tears rolled out, "If it wasn't for this, how could I help grandpa deal with his father? There is really no other way!" "In other words, this is to fight against your father, right?" Charles  Seizing the key point, "What if I don't say anything when I go back? Then all your efforts will be in vain?" "Please!" Valentine's body suddenly shook, as if she had been hit hard, "  Don't do this, please! Be merciful! " "Pleading is of no use to me, I want to see actual action." The girl's cry did not make Ciel become sad, but made his face look sad.  A victorious smile appeared on his face.  "Then what do you want me to do?" The girl looked at Charles in confusion, looking a little pitiful with her pear blossoms in the rain.  "Well, kneel down and kiss my boots." Charles replied without thinking, "I will consider it." To Charles's expectation, without any hesitation, Valentine  Na immediately threw herself to the ground.  "Hey! You really knelt down?!" Charles's smile disappeared, and he immediately stretched out his hand to hold Valentine up, "I was just joking!" He was just joking, not humiliating.  The other party just wanted to see the determination of the girl, and by the way, he wanted to retaliate against the depression of being teased and used as a pawn. He didn't expect that the girl looked delicate, but she was so decisive, which really made him happy.  I'm sorry. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If someone really sees me forcing this young lady to kneel down Wouldn't it be a joke for everyone to tell you about it?  "Okay, let's not waste time. It won't be long before your father is going to drive people away" Charles held Valentine's waist, then put her back to her original position and let go, "If you  If you want to tell a story, you can start now."Valentine, you are really soft," he thought without any malice.
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