After a few weeks of rain, it was the coldest day of Luster's winter.
It was finally over.
A small sprout bloomed in spring.
The sea was no longer as turbid as it was in winter.
It gradually became clear.
It was a watery blue. It was a sunny day.
Golden light danced on the tip of the snow-white waves.
The dock was as lively as ever.
Barefoot, bare-chested stevedores, sailors wrapped in headscarves, and others gathered together and cheered from time to time.
An actress wearing only a cheap piece of yellow linen and a royal robe was acting out the rough newlyweds' love story of the Iron Throne.
She winked at the audience around her. On her rough face.
Her low-quality makeup rustled down.
She shouted at the top of her lungs to the actor opposite her, who was so old that his skin was sagging.
"Ah.
A handsome man and a young woman are destined to be together. True love is boundless today.
The beautiful young man with the bow.
The angel of the God of Revenge.
My husband! Thousands of dangers lie ahead, and killing intent follows closely. Why don't we spend the night of the wedding night?
From then on, the husband and wife will sing together in a foreign land.
You can enjoy the imperial power and wealth! "
They sang together.
They stuck close to each other.
As the performance was heated up,
The people's enthusiasm grew.
Especially the sailors who had more money in their hands.
When the actress danced nearby, they desperately stuffed the copper coins in their hands into the actress's chest.
The dirty children shouted, "Thank you for your reward." They shuttled through the crowd like mice and quickly picked up the copper coins that fell on the ground.
There were also some women with lower necklines and more revealing clothes. They painted their lips red and watched the dance with a smile. From time to time, they pulled a few sailors and small merchants who were beginning to pant.
There were some women whose waists were about as thick as buckets and whose arms were stronger than men's. Their heads were also wrapped in floral cloth. They didn't watch such a dance. They just rolled their eyes in disdain from afar. They piled up a layer of mud along the port and hawked delicious fruits and vegetables on the smelly street.
In the distance, a row of black-robed priests walked out of the Gothic-style church with a steeple and crossed the street with ascetic expressions.
A few naughty children followed them on tiptoe, mimicking them and pretending to be abstinent, but their eyes were always on the play, and they were laughing so hard that they fell over.
It was a mess, but it was full of vitality.
Daiyu saw this scene through the window of the carriage and was slightly lost in thought.
When she saw the city, in the slightly salty sea breeze, in the vitality, she always thought of her "Freedom" and the red cotton all over the city.
However, in the bleak wind and rain, a pair of small feet dangling in front of the church's statue of God, in this vitality, but always lingered in front of her.
"Jia!"
Suddenly, a loud roar came from the street. "Get out of the way!"
A white shadow dashed past, kicking down the auntie's fruits and vegetables, scaring away the dancing girls, and scaring away the sailors and workers. The copper coins in the child's hand fell to the ground. He raised his voice, not allowing anyone to pick them up.
The carriage dangerously moved and Daiyu almost hit her head on the carriage wall.
The coachman cursed and stopped the carriage with great difficulty. He quickly looked back at her. "Miss, are you okay?"
Daiyu was still in a state of shock. All she saw was a figure leaving behind a cloud of dust. It seemed to be a knight in luxurious clothes, riding a white horse as it galloped past.
She calmed down. "I'm fine. Hurry up and start the carriage. "
Because of the delay on the road, it was already late when she arrived at the salon.
Several scribes had been waiting for her for a long time.
"Sorry, I'm late." She got off the carriage and apologized.
Mr. Kent personally stood at the door to lead her in. He smiled and stretched out every wrinkle on his face. "Miss Anna is too polite! Your willingness to come has already made our men flattered. Please come in! "
After the popularity of "The Wrong Marriage", Miss Anna's new work "The Iron Throne" was directly taken to Bona and performed at the same time in Bona and Abat.
They didn't know about Bona yet, but in Abate, after "The Iron Throne" was released, the Cook Esquire Theater was full every day. One play was so noisy that it cost three gold coins for a single performance!
This was not in the Royal Theater of Bona, but in a gentleman's theater in Abat!
The enlightened upper class of Abat scrambled to invite Miss Anna to their banquets, balls, and salons. They were proud of it.
It was a pity that this young lady, who had stood at the top of Abat's theater world like a legend, had always lived in seclusion. It was difficult to find a beautiful face in the mortal world.
If it wasn't for his childish nephew who loved to cause trouble, if it wasn't for his clear stand in support of Miss Anna … In short, he managed to invite her.
Avoiding Mr. Kent's gaze that seemed to be looking at a god, the beautiful black-haired lady with the beauty of oriental romance calmly greeted a circle of Abat scholars who were stunned and passionate under his introduction. She glanced around and was slightly stunned. "Mr. Kent, Ernest?"
"Oh, my nephew has gone back to college." Mr. Kent stroked his mustache and was not very comfortable. "This brat is always causing trouble. Cough, I mean, he always likes to get involved in some things. I sent him back to his school."
Lin Daiyu was stunned for a moment. Then she remembered that although the land of Tessie, including Luster, did not have imperial examinations, there were secondary schools, grammar schools, colleges, and other schools. Most of the boys from rich families also had to go to school.
"Miss Anna, is there anything you want to talk to him about? I'll write a letter-he was always talking about you before he left! 'Mr. Kent was a little excited, and smiled fondly.
She was afraid that Mr. Kent had misunderstood something. Daiyu did not want to continue, so she said, "It's just a small matter. It's no big deal. There's no need to trouble you. "
After a round of enthusiastic comments about "The Iron Throne", she bid farewell to the scholars and returned to the old baroque house in District 8. Her luggage had already been packed.
For the first time in days, Mademoiselle Voltaire's indistinct contempt disappeared, and she stood before the salute, wiping her tears.
Madame Geran, for the first time, opened the old door completely, and let the sun shine into the house, which was so old that it was moldy inside and out. She leaned against the door, coughing, and looked somewhat stupefied.
Daiyu approached them, and, opening her arms without any ill-feeling, she embraced Mademoiselle Volguet, and kissed Madame Geran on the cheek.
"Goodbye, ladies. I'm eternally grateful to you. "
"You … Good girl … You don't have to go …" Madame Géron was a little embarrassed. After being kissed, she unconsciously forgot all her previous feelings and called out to her.
Although this girl from the east did not know the rules and was a little out of line. But, she really liked this child …
Miss Volgue also looked at her a little anxiously.
Daiyu's heart softened.
"I know." She patted Madame Géron's back gently and then let go.
She knew that they all loved her. Even if they loved her in the wrong way, even if they were under some kind of suffocating confinement.
"I'll come back to see you."
The coachman and the hired maid carried the luggage into the carriage one by one. Madame Geran covered her mouth, and tears began to flow from her eyes.
"Miss Anna! Miss Anna! "Suddenly, there was an intense knocking on the door outside the courtyard, calling her name.
Sir James Cook's butler stumbled in, panting: "Wait a minute, wait a minute …"
"Sir James Cook, please don't say anymore. I've already made up my mind. "Lin Daiyu said.
Following the release of "The Iron Throne" a few days ago, her reputation in Abat was at its peak. It could be said that she gained both fame and fortune.
However, her mood had already sunk to the bottom.
"The money I've accumulated so far is enough to satisfy my needs for now. As for the extra share, I'll leave it to Sir James Cook. Take it as my gratitude for his recognition. "
She still remembered why she came across the sea.
She was not a bird seeking stability, not for the money and fame of a foreign country.
The night Mabel died, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She repeatedly thought of her homeland, her old friends.
If a foreign country is like a homeland, then what's the point of crossing the sea thousands of miles?
Since she had already saved enough money, with the help of Cremond and Ernest, she deposited most of it in the bank and hired a few reliable maids and servants. Then, she started to pack her luggage and prepared to leave Abat. She wanted to walk around Luster and see how Tessie, who had traveled thousands of miles, was doing.
Before making up her mind, she had already talked to Sir James Cook.
Sir James Cook was very reluctant, but in the end, he just rubbed his cane and sighed: "Sigh, before this, there have been several groups of people from other provinces who have come to invite you to a better theater. Out of selfishness, I've hidden most of them. But, a small harbor can't stop the legendary winged giants. We've really mistreated your talent here. "
He expressed his understanding of her decision.
She thought of all the people she had met and seen in the city of Abat since she came ashore. She thought of the flowers in the dark wind and rain. She thought of the gloomy black-robed priests. She thought of the people who had lent her a helping hand when she was alone. She thought of the lively streets.
Thousands of emotions mixed together. She wanted to sigh, but in the end, she strangely felt a little warmth. She asked the maid to take out a stack of scripts: "This is the script I wrote for the city of Abat. This play, I'll give it all to you. But … please try to sell it at a low price, I hope … everyone in Abat can see it. "
Consider it my last gift to this city.
To this city that welcomed her when she had nothing.
"No … No …" The butler was very anxious. He finally calmed down a little and gestured: "You, you, the master said, hurry …"
"What's the hurry?" A strange male voice interrupted.
Before he could say the word "run", the butler was like a chicken that was choked by the neck and couldn't make a sound.
At the gate of the courtyard, a noble knight in gorgeous clothes slowly walked out with a white horse. With respect and a little pity, he held out a notice:
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