Tomorrow

Chapter 94 is not allowed to refuse!

In autumn, the leaves of the sycamore tree will fall, and the chestnut tree is the same, but there are more squirrels on the tree and more broken chestnuts on the ground.

Descartes can only see through the window.

The winter in Paris was not friendly to him, but he still stubbornly opened the window, ready to let the outside scenery flood into the house, and accompany him through this difficult day.

Bella was sitting under the window, looking through the chestnuts in the basket, throwing out some broken chestnuts from time to time. The chestnuts fell on the ground and were quickly picked up by the squirrels. They didn't care whether they were good or bad.

Mr. Descartes, the chestnut boiled in sugar water, likes it very much, or that he can only eat this kind of soft food now.

Mr. Descartes is not very rich. The living expenses of three Riffles a month are not tight or loose. However, Bella is very smart. She always arranges Mr. Descartes’ diet and daily life very well, and often There is some remaining.

The location of the White House is actually quite good, and it is even more rare in Paris. Compared with the poor area across the river, the life here is safe and comfortable. Bella wants to live here all the time, but the flute Mr. Carl looked dying.

Bella felt very bad when she thought of this, raised her hand to touch her eyes, and wiped away some tears by the way.

She didn't want to go back to the vineyard to pick grapes. She hated the rot of grapes in the vineyard, and didn't like to be barefoot on the viscous grape juice. Of course, those vulgar winemakers were the object of her hatred. .

"It would be great if Mr. Descartes stayed alive..."

Bella sniffed and sneezed heavily at the big sun. As a result, the basket fell to the ground, and the chestnut inside was scattered all over the floor. Immediately, seven or eight squirrels quickly ran down from the tree and stole her. Chestnut.

Just as Bella drove the squirrel away? A gentle voice rang in his ears—"Excuse me? Is this the home of Mr. Descartes? Rene Descartes?"

Bella looked up and saw a gentle face? And two emerald eyes? She screamed and fell to the ground.

Someone took off his cocked hat and clamped it under his ribs? Stretched out a hand with black sheepskin gloves to pull her up? Then he smiled and said, "Is this Mr. René Descartes's home?"

This person smiles very well, like... Anyway, Bella can't describe her, her heart is beating very hard.

"Yes, this is the home of Mr. René Descartes."

After the visitor said thank you? He took out a piece of paper with daisies in his arms and handed it to Bella, "Please be sure to deliver this document to Mr. René Descartes."

Bella took the paperwork, and then she had the opportunity to look at the handsome smiling man in a black cloak. There were three black carriages on the street behind the man.

The door of the carriage is engraved with a golden daisy pattern? A team of musketeers guards the carriage, but they don’t have shoulder straps. They don’t seem to belong to the king or the cardinal.

"Please wait a moment." Bella quickly got into the room.

Descartes is indifferent to things outside the house. He is enjoying the wonderful feeling of life passing by a little bit. This cruel thing can be made into a coordinate for him, with time as the x-axis? Life force as the y-axis. ? The four quadrants represent the past, present, future, and-hell!

Human life can be placed on this coordinate to weigh good and evil, or the weight, size, or size. It can also be said that the meaning of a person’s life can be weighed and calculated in it.

This kind of life is perfect and accurate. After all, mathematics itself is a sophisticated subject.

Bella was illiterate, and hurriedly came to Mr. Descartes's side and put the document in his hand.

Descartes glanced at the essay, and said mockingly: "I'm not dead yet, so how come someone wants to inherit my property?"

Bella stammered: "They are just outside, there are three carriages and a team of musketeers."

Descartes frowned, reopened the document and read it carefully, with confusion in his eyes.

"Bella, I have a daughter."

Bella happily said: "Congratulations, sir, is she here to inherit your inheritance?"

Descartes gave Bella a strange look and said, "No, I want to inherit my daughter's inheritance. She passed away half a year ago."

"Huh?" Bella looked at the dying Mr. Descartes, and didn't think she looked out the window.

Descartes carefully looked at one of the documents, and also focused on the tax officer's emblem. Yes, this is an official document, and there is no possibility of fraud.

"The above also said that I have a grandson, a granddaughter, a ten-year-old, and a four-year-old. I need to inherit the entire 16,000 Riffel property until my grandson grows up to become a man, and then hand it over to him.

Bella, do I really have a daughter? Two grandsons? "

After Bella heard about 16,000 Riffles, her head didn't work very well, and she even felt dizzy--oh my god, what a fortune this is!

"Bella, help me up, I want to see what happened."

Bella hurriedly helped Mr. Descartes to his feet, put on shoes, put on a hat, and wrapped him tightly with a cloak, and then moved to the door step by step.

The gentleman with a nice smile, when he saw Mr. Descartes coming out, he waved his three-cornered hat and said, "Good day, Mr. Descartes."

"Venetian?"

"Yes, Mr. Descartes, I am the Sheriff of the Republic of Venice, Puncho Hals. I came to Paris on this trip to fulfill our promise to the citizen Anna Descartes, and to transfer her two children and her His legacy was sent to her last client, the famous Mr. Descartes."

After speaking, the sheriff who called himself Puncho Hals clapped his hands. The musketeers immediately opened the carriage, and first picked up a blond girl from the carriage. Soon, another ten-year-old came out of the carriage. The boy around.

The two children stared at the weak Descartes silently.

Descartes also stared at the two beautiful children with trembling lips. As for the dozen or so boxes that the sheriff sent out of the carriage, he was not even interested in taking a second look.

Seeing the two children trembling, Descartes drew a cross on his chest and whispered: "God, how should I respond?"

"Sir, there are really a lot of Riffles..." Bella's voice also trembled like leaves in the wind.

Mr. Descartes quickly settled down and looked at the sheriff and said, "Mr. Sheriff, I don't even remember that I once had a daughter."

"You are a noble person, Mr. Descartes. This kind of thing is only logical if it happens to a noble person like you. If the Venetian citizen Anna Descartes was a poor person, we would suspect that she was in Crime, but Mrs. Anna Descartes is a kind, kind, intelligent, and truly known person in Venice.

I think people like him will not recognize a stranger as a father, and will not entrust a pair of his own treasures and all his family properties to outsiders after her tragic death.

Therefore, Mr. Descartes, you are undoubtedly the father of Mrs. Descartes, and at the same time, the grandfather of these two children. "

The wise and wise Mr. Descartes felt for the first time in a mist...

So, he shook his head vigorously, looked at the two children who were deeply wary of him and said: "Are you really my grandson?"

Little Descartes looked at old Descartes with the same vigilant gaze, and said cautiously: "Are you really the grandfather of the prodigal son in your mother's mouth?"

"Language? Maybe! I don't even remember your grandmother's name. What is it if it isn't a Dangzi?" A rare red suddenly appeared on the wrinkled face of old Descartes.

"Aurora! Hora Aurora!"

Descartes raised his head and looked at the sun trying to remember the name and what happened between him and this beautiful woman.

The sheriff of Venice smiled and said: "Congratulations, Mr. Descartes, you have a wise grandson, a beautiful granddaughter, I wish you a happy life."

After that, he took out a paper with flame paint, opened the flame paint, and opened the envelope. At the end of the envelope, I hope that Mr. Descartes will use the seal.

"We are going to take six hundred livres to protect these two children from coming to France. I hope Mr. Descartes can understand this."

The sheriff took six hundred livres with Bella's stern eyes. Descartes faintly took the ring off his fingers. After Bella took it and baked it with fire, he left a flute on the paint. Mr. Carl’s seal ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sheriff got the money and received the receipt. He happily shook his cocked hat and said to Mr. Descartes: "From now on, these two children will be handed over to you. Now, they have nothing to do with Venice."

Descartes saw the sheriff walking away with the musketeers, and then suddenly remembered that he was dying, and wanted to stretch out his hand to call the sheriff to come back, only to find that those people had gone far on horseback.

"Are you my grandfather?"

Emily hugged Descartes' legs and looked up at her grandfather.

Descartes' lips squirmed several times and finally smiled and said to Emily: "Yes, I am your grandfather."

"Don't die!"

Descartes looked at Emily's clean moonlight eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "I can't die!"

Little Descartes also stepped forward and hugged Descartes's waist and whispered: "Please, don't die, if you die, we will be orphans."

Descartes didn't know why, his chest was like a fire burning, and his probing hands put his arms around two small bodies, choked up and said, "I won't die!"

The happiest person is without a doubt Bella.

She moved the things in the carriage into the house over and over again, especially when she was carrying Riffel, she felt that she was infinitely capable and could be compared to the mythical Hercules Samson.

The two children walked a long way, ate a bit of food in a hurry, then squeezed into a bed and fell asleep.

Descartes sat on the bedside watching two angel-like children sleeping soundly. His spirit had never been more vigorous than now.

After watching the child for a long time, he came to the desk and sat down, spread out a piece of tissue paper, and wrote on it with a quill pen: "I respect and love Father De Mason, the light of God finally shines on me... This makes me I have never wanted to thank God so fiercely..."