Chapter 33: , Amon's friend

　　　　 Together in April of 1987, just when the spring was cold, the sunny branches of the willow by the Seine also spit out half-grain-sized buds. In other places, the winter cold did not go far.
　　 "You know, Joseph. Actually, I like April better than May when the flowers are in full bloom." Amon walked slowly along the banks of the Seine and said to Joseph, who was walking side by side.
　　 "Why?" Joseph asked.
"Because April is the budding season and the most promising season. Although the cold has not subsided, the ice and snow have not completely melted, you look up and look out of the city, and you can still be in the shadow of the hills outside the city. There is no melting residual snow everywhere, but look at the willow branches by the river—the arrival of spring is unstoppable after all." Aman pointed out.
　　 "What you said makes sense," Joseph said. "However, April is also the cruelest season."
　　 "Why do you say that?" Amon asked.
"Do you know, Amon?" Joseph looked around, and finally pointed to a small bare tree not far away. "Let's say, that lilac. Last year, this lilac produced tens of millions. Ten thousand seeds. Amang, these seeds will try to germinate in April."
　　 "Is there anything wrong with this?" Amon said in a puzzled way.
Joseph walked to the side of the bare lilac tree, stroked the rough trunk, turned his head and said, "Aman, how many seeds of this tree can grow even a small piece of tenderness. Bud? Those seeds that were lucky enough to have sprouts, and how many can grow into such a big tree that can bloom in spring? Amang, think about it, even in the coldest winter, These tens of thousands of seeds are still alive, but in this April, the vast majority of them died silently in the soil. Think about it, in April, how many Life died silently, how much hope was silently shattered? Even if you think about it, at this moment, maybe in the mud under our feet, countless lives are dying... April is In the cruelest month, the elder lilac on the wasteland mixed memories and desires, and let the spring rain urge those dull roots and shoots. Winter warms us, and the earth is covered with snow that helps others to forget, which is also called dry roots. The ball provides a little life..."
"Wait..." Amon said, "Joseph, it's a pity that I find you not a poet. Well, what you said is really interesting. But I have heard similar things from another person. It's just that his last sigh is different from yours. He said that in the revolution, many people will pay the price, even the price of life, and many people will die. However, this does not mean that there is something wrong with the revolution. Yes. Because if there is no revolution, if it is always a snow-covered winter, life may pass away a bit slower, but the continuous harsh winter will inevitably make all life withered. After all, it will not last long to rely on dry root balls. Although the revolution will make us lose a lot in a short time, it will win us more in the long run."
　　 "Who said this to you?" Joseph asked.
　　 "Mara, a doctor." Amon replied.
"Mara? Is it the one who was assassinated in the bathtub and sent to the Pantheon after death, but was moved out soon after?" Joseph thought, but asked: "It's the one who wrote "About Fire" The person from "Research on the Characteristics of Nature"? I heard your uncle mentioned him."
　　 "Then my uncle must have said nothing good to him." Amang smiled. This also confirmed that the horse drawn by Amon was the horse drawn by Joseph.
"Mr. Lavoisier only mentioned his views when he mentioned those wrong views. In fact, apart from the word'absurd' used to describe his conclusions, Mr. Lavoisier did not Other comments on him. Why, he had a conflict with your uncle?"
"Conflict can't be discussed." Amang replied, "It's just a disagreement in academic opinion. But my uncle ridiculed him severely. The language may be a bit more intense, so he and my uncle have a bad relationship. But this It's his and my uncle's business. This man is actually very talented. Well, I hope I can see him among your friends."
　　 Speaking of this, Aman raised his head and looked in front of him, and said: "It's almost here, and the Abel Beer Hall is in front. The friends I mentioned are waiting for us there."
　　 "How did you make such a remote place?" Joseph said.
　　 "It's not for anything else, mainly because the wine here is cheap." Amon said, "Of course, these wines are made privately and there is no tax."
　　 The two people continued to walk forward while talking. After walking for about a hundred steps, he turned to the right into an alley, and then walked another twenty steps, and came to the front of a house.
　　 It is close to the poor area of ​​Paris, so most of the houses here are low and run-down, and all are gray, just like the expressions on the faces of poor people. This house is naturally the same. The door of the house was closed, and there was no sign or anything outside. From the outside, there is hardly any difference between this room and those next to it.
　　 Amang walked to the door, reached out and knocked on the door. The door did not open, only a voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
　　 "I am Albert's friend." Amon replied.
　　 The door of the room opened a crack, but it was dark inside, and Joseph could only vaguely see that there was a pair of eyes looking at them. Then he heard a voice saying: "It's a friend." Then all the doors opened.
　　 Amon walked in with Joseph, and the door closed behind them again. As the door was closed, the whole room suddenly turned black. It took a while for Joseph's eyes to adjust to this change, and by the way, he saw the person standing in front of them clearly.
　　 That was a young man not too close to Amon's age. He had black, slightly curly hair, and a pair of hair that shone like lightning even in the dark.
The young man obviously knew that they had just come in and their eyes needed time to adjust, so they just stood there quietly, and after Joseph and their eyes adjusted to the dim light, he said to them: "Amon, there is more this……"
　　 "Joseph Bonaparte." Joseph hurriedly introduced himself.
　　 "Then Mr. Bonaparte, please come in with me," the young man said. Then he turned and walked inside.
　　 Across a corridor, the young man opened a door and led them into a larger room.
　　 This room is leaning against the back yard and has relatively large windows, so it should be relatively brighter. There is a big round table in the middle of the room, and some people are sitting around the big round table.
　　 Hearing the sound of the door opening, these people looked over here. One person stood up and waved to Joseph and Amon: "Hey, our great scientist and great writer have finally arrived."
　　 That man Joseph also knew him. It was his classmate Oreno. After graduation, Oreno became a lawyer, left Paris, and went to other provinces. There are still many correspondences between him and Joseph, but much less when they meet. Unexpectedly at this time he returned to Paris.
　　 "Oreno, why are you here too? You don't have to write a letter to me in advance." Joseph was quite pleasantly surprised.
"Because of some work matters, I need to go to Paris for a run. This matter was decided temporarily, I think, the messenger is probably not as fast as I myself. When I arrived in Paris, I had finished my work, and I wanted to come to you , But after hearing Amon said that you are coming here with him today, I will come here directly to wait for you." Oreno said, "Joseph, welcome you."
　　 After welcoming Joseph, Oreno and Amon began to introduce Joseph to those present.
"This is our barrister Dandong." Oreno first introduced Joseph to a fatter twenty-something man sitting next to him. "He is one of my teachers. During this time, he taught I have a lot of things. UU reading www.uukānshu.com"
　　 Joseph knew that this was Dandong, one of the three famous Jacobins, so he couldn't help but look at him more.
　　 is just a big, raunchy, wearing a wide bright red woolen top. The loose tie hangs below the front decoration. The neck is exposed and the coat is open. Some of the buttons on it have fallen off, and the feet are turned boots. His hair was tangled up, and there was clearly horsehair in his wig. His face is a little pocky, but there is a kind smile on the corners of his mouth, thick lips, big teeth, strong fists and bright eyes.
　　 "It's nice to see you." Joseph bent slightly.
　　 "I am also honored to meet a great scientist in the future." Dandong also replied.
"This guy is as handsome as an angel. Just looking at him can make me jealous that I can't sleep at night. This is our friend Louis." Amon introduced to Joseph the young man who had just brought them in. people.
　　 "Hello, I have read some of your works. If I have time in the future, I hope I can ask you some questions about mathematics." said the young man named Louis. Joseph returned his salute as he did, and at the same time noticed that, indeed, as Amon said, Louis was as handsome as an angel. Slightly curly flax-colored hair, smooth and smooth skin as condensed fat, eyes as clear and agile as autumn water...If he is willing to smile, with such eyes, even if his eyes are only as light as the west wind in May Flicked, but it was enough to blow the rose in any girl's heart. But Louis could hardly see a smile on his face, as if he was actually carved out of marble.
　　 "If he is born in a later life, he won't have to do anything. With this face, he won't have to worry about eating." Joseph couldn't help thinking like this with some jealousy.