Chapter 906: Youthful Past (Ⅰ)

Joan clutched the blood-stained handkerchief tightly, and fled the villa like a successful thief.

As soon as he went out, he saw a graceful figure smoking a cigarette in front of the porch.

As if hearing the footsteps behind her, Mrs. Josephine turned around calmly, holding the slender cigar that was burning with smoke in a very elegant posture, and smiled at him.

This face with impeccable beauty and makeup revealed a hint of melancholy, but the rage just now was nowhere to be found on this delicate face.

While admiring the Countess' strong emotional self-control, Joan had to bite the bullet and walk over to her, bowing her back.

"Joan, take a walk with me in the garden for a while, and I want to talk to you about something."

After Madam Josephine finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the lawn without waiting for Joan's reply.

Joan was very helpless, so he could only stuff the blood-stained handkerchief into an empty glass bottle, carefully unscrew the cork, put it in his pocket, and hurried to catch up with the countess.

The two walked silently in the courtyard, each thinking about their own thoughts.

After a long time, the countess broke the silence in an abrupt way.

"When we were young, we often messed around without restraint, as you have just seen."

"The problem is that we are no longer young, and we don't have the capital to be as young and frivolous as before, squandering energy unscrupulously, and even ruining our health for short-term happiness."

"People always have to face reality, but Trofim tried to refuse to grow up, like a stubborn child."

"Are you angry with your mentor?" Joan asked tentatively.

"It's not that I'm angry, I'm just a little disappointed."

Mrs. Josephine casually threw half of the cigarette into the roadside drainage ditch, and said lightly:

"Especially with his taste in finding women, I am completely disappointed."

"It can be seen that you have a bad impression of Ms. Betty."

"Betty François Fantine is indeed a charming woman, but unfortunately she has the same weakness of character as Trophim, like a child who gives up on herself."

"I can fully understand why Betty is fascinated by Trophim, but frankly speaking, Trophim doesn't have much real affection for her, he just regards her as my substitute, and a poor imitation, I feel really sad for her."

"You just talked about your youth, and you said that Ms. Betty is your substitute, so may I think that when you were young..."

Joan hesitated to speak.

"Don't be shy in front of me, child, I was indeed very similar to Betty today when I was young, and I don't have such superior conditions as her."

Mrs. Josephine stopped under the shade of the tree, raised her hand to cover her forehead, narrowed her eyes slightly, and peeked at the bright summer afternoon sun through her fingers.

"The problem is that I was forced to make ends meet at that time, I couldn't see a way out, and I was full of despair. I thought that I could live every day, and I was not happy for nothing."

"If I had the conditions that Betty François Fantine has now, even if it's just food and clothing, I wouldn't be who I am now."

Joan knew that she came from a humble background and had a difficult life when she was young, but he couldn't make a specific idea of ​​how difficult it was.

After all, he lived in a different era from Mrs. Josephine, in a different environment, and most importantly, in a different gender.

Even if Qiao An is also born in poverty, it is impossible to truly empathize with this issue.

Madame Josephine pushed her sideburns behind her ears, revealing her small and lovely pointed ears, and smiled sideways at him.

"Your mentor, has he ever told you about his experience when he was young?"

"It's mentioned a little bit, but not much."

"Tell me."

"Most of the past events mentioned by the tutor are actually related to you."

When she was alone with young people of the opposite sex, Joan was always inexplicably nervous and didn't know what to say.

But it was very strange, perhaps because Mrs. Josephine's figure and appearance were exactly the same as Duo'er's, and her speech and behavior made him feel very kind, so she was not as nervous as usual, and chatting was very natural.

Mrs. Josephine silently listened to his recounting Professor Moriarty's memories of her youth, with a mocking smile on her lips.

"He is still as dishonest as before. In front of his students, he speaks in secret, like a fox hiding his head and showing his tail."

"You mean, the things my mentor told me are not all true?" Joan couldn't help asking.

Madame Josephine smiled and shook her head.

"This is where he is cunning. You can't say he is lying, but he only tells you part of the truth, and you can misunderstand yourself."

"For example, in the years when he and I were dating, there were actually many memorable things that happened. However, he said it lightly and deliberately omitted many key details. In order to prevent you from misunderstanding, I think it is necessary to clarify in person."

"Please speak."

Joan is not a person who likes to inquire about other people's privacy. But he was curious about his mentor, and the countess, about their youthful experiences.

"Trophim told you that he once dated me, as if it were just an episode of adolescence."

"It's actually not that simple. At least as far as I am concerned, before I met Trophim, I never loved anyone, no matter a man or a woman."

"Trophim exposed me in front of you, saying that I was the illegitimate daughter of a prostitute, and a thief in the monastery. This is all true, but he didn't tell you how infatuated I was with him at the beginning, so stupid Only in order to please him did he make up his mind to steal money."

"Part of my stolen money was used to dress myself up as beautifully as possible, trying to increase my attractiveness to him, and the rest of the money was used for the two of us to eat, drink, and have fun."

Joan nodded, showing some sympathy for Mrs. Josephine.

"At that time I was too young to have eyes for anything but my lover. Trophim was my sun, my king, and I would do anything to make him happy."

"Our good days didn't last long. After the money theft was revealed, those nuns who hated me took the opportunity to beat me up until my skin was torn apart. They threw me out of the monastery like trash. outside the door."

"I remember that it was a snowy day. Just when I was about to freeze to death, Trophim got the news of my misfortune and came to me in a hurry."

"He carried me back to his home in the slums, who was already out of shape and had only my last breath left."

"In that bitterly cold winter, he sold his cotton coat and leather boots, and used the little money he had to buy me medicine to heal my injuries."

Mrs. Josephine's eyes were blurred, as if she was intoxicated in distant memories and did not want to wake up.

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