Fox of France

　　　　 Amon told Joseph that his "Spartacus" was about to be staged in Paris recently.

　　 "Why, is your battle song ready?" Joseph asked.

"No." Amang shook his head, "There is still no satisfactory song. But everyone thinks that now is the best time for this script to be staged. It would be a shame to miss this period. So. , I’ll use Edgar’s song for now."

　　 Edgar is a young "composer" in Amon's circle. Like later generations, the poor young people in Paris of this era call themselves "composers" not necessarily fewer than later generations who call themselves "original musicians". Edgar is such an "original musician". He has a few songs circulated in the small bars of St. Antoine, but writing a war song for "Spartacus" is still somewhat beyond the young man's ability.

　　 "This period is the best time?" Joseph said, "From the perspective of causing a sensation, it is true. But at this time, staged this work may bring you danger. Maybe..."

　　 At this point, Joseph stretched out his finger and pointed to it, "Maybe, they will throw you into the Bastille for this."

"What's that? Then I really want to be recorded in history." Amon replied indifferently, "It's a big deal to go in and squat for a few years. At this price, in exchange for the opportunity to be recorded in history, it is really worth it Up!"

　　 Since Amon has this attitude, and Joseph also knows that, even if Amon is actually thrown into the Bastille, he will not stay in it for long. Because at the beginning of the French Revolution, the Bastille was conquered. The prisoners detained in the Bastille were naturally released. Even if Amon wants to enter politics in the future, going to the Bastille is a rare qualification.

　　 "Since you say that. Then I won't persuade you." Joseph patted Amon on the shoulder and said, "Anyway, be careful yourself. Well, when are you rehearsing? I will come over and see?"

　　 "The day after tomorrow, it's at the Peterson Theater. It starts at eight o'clock in the morning." Amon replied.

　　 Petersen Theater is between Saint Antoine and the City Hall, not far from Bastille. The St. Antoine district is the place where the poor live. It is close to the theaters, and the conditions are naturally not comparable to those in the rich districts to the west. However, this play of Amon is more suitable for performing in such a place.

　　 "Well, I will be there then." Joseph replied.

　　 Two days later, Joseph took Lucien to watch the rehearsal of "Spartacus". The rehearsal went smoothly, including Edgar's battle song, but Amon kept frowning and looked distraught.

　　 "What's wrong, Amon?" Joseph asked, "Didn't it go well? The actors performed very well."

"Yes, hell!" Amon said, "If it weren't for the idea you made before, I must be very satisfied now. But as long as Edgar's song, I always think...I think...this It's like going to a big meal, only to find that all the food is not salted. It's...it's all to blame you, Joseph, hell, if it weren't for you, I would be as happy as those guys...no, I will be happier than them. Damn! Damn!"

　　 Amon stomped his feet, said several damned in one breath, and then said to Joseph with a bitter face; "Joseph, your help me..."

　　 "What can I do about this?" Joseph widened his eyes.

In all fairness, Edgar’s song is not bad, the melody is exuberant, yet beautiful, but just like Amon’s previous complaints: “It’s too light, what I need is a roaring Urban Cannon, he only gave me a trumpet."

　　 Amang stunned, then smiled bitterly: "Yes, if there is a way, in this long time, there should be a way."

　　 Then he turned his head and said jokingly to Lucien, "Lucien, you are also learning music. If you can write a good song, it would be great."

　　 But he didn't want Lucien to respond: "Okay, after watching today's rehearsal, I also want to try it."

　　 This answer was a bit beyond Amon's expectation. He froze for a moment, then smiled: "Then you have to hurry up, you know, this drama will be on in half a month."

　　 What Amon did not expect was that, four days later, Joseph suddenly found him with Lucien.

　　 "Amang, look at this." Joseph directly handed a piece of paper to Amang.

　　 Amang took the paper, lowered his head, and looked at it. Then he started humming the melody on the paper with his nose, and finally he suddenly raised his head and grabbed Joseph by the sleeve: "Joseph, this, this is amazing! Where did this come from?"

　　 "The tune was written by Lucien." Joseph said, and he glanced at Lucien. "I wrote the lyrics. What do you think, Aman?"

"How? That's great! It's so good that it looks like it was in my dream. No, I should say, I haven't heard such a song even in my dream, otherwise, I must remember it." Amon was so happy that he couldn't help but dance directly.

　　 "Amon, do you think this song works?" Joseph asked.

　　 "Of course, of course. There is nothing better than this." Amang replied excitedly.

　　 "But Amon, if you want to use this song, I have a request." Joseph said.

　　 "Go ahead, my friend. You are now letting me run naked on the street, or offer my chaste butt, I promise you!" Amon replied with a haha ​​smile.

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, you broke the kids!" Joseph said.

　　 "Well, my friend, tell me your request."

　　 "Before you get my consent, don't tell anyone else that the lyrics of this song are me and the composer is Lucien." Joseph said.

　　 Amon could understand this request of Joseph. He doesn't care about getting caught in the Bastille, but that doesn't mean Joseph doesn't care either. He was caught in the Bastille. It was just his own business, but Joseph also had two underage brothers. If he entered the Bastille, what would his brother do? Moreover, he also knew that at least he felt that way, that is, Joseph's life goal was mainly in science, and he didn't want other things to interfere with his research too much. As for Lucien, he is very talented, but he is still a child under the age of fifteen at this time. Such a possibility of going to the Bastille naturally cannot involve him.

　　 "No problem. I promise you with my personality that if you don't get your consent, I won't say it even in the Doomsday Judgment." Amang said very seriously.

　　 "My friend, there is no need to be so serious." Joseph smiled, "I just want to avoid unnecessary trouble."

　　 "I know." Amon said, "I'm not afraid of going into the Bastille, but I don't want to see any friends on the Bastille."

Amon did not immediately take this song to the theater company to rehearse, because if he did that, even if he did not say who the author was, people might have a new song immediately based on the fact that he had just met Joseph and Lucien. So as to guess the possible author of this song. To say that Aman is actually a careful person.

　　 It was not until two days later that Aman took out the song and asked the troupe to try it. This time the effect is said to be very good, but Aman is still not satisfied. It is said that he feels that some lines nowadays do not seem to be called this song, and many places need to be revised. The actors also put forward a lot of opinions on the stage and performance. So Aman was busy again.

　　 Another week later, Amon came again to invite Joseph and Lucien to visit the rehearsal of his play. But this time, Joseph happened to be on a business trip, so only Lucien and Amon went to watch the rehearsal together. A few days later, when Joseph returned to Paris, Amon's exercise was basically completed. At least, according to Lucien, this play "is no worse than those of Molière."

　　 But Amang still seems to be dissatisfied. He stays in the theater all day now, hesitating about some trivial things repeatedly, and his cheekbones are quite high. Joseph knew that this guy had gotten a horn and had a mentality problem. If he is allowed to continue like this, if he doesn’t do it well, he will be seriously ill after the success of the performance, even “called by the Lord”, ah, no, considering the implicit satire of Christianity in his works How could it be "called by the Lord"? It must have been "Encountered Heavenly Scourge" being dragged into **** by the devil.

　　 But Joseph didn't want to see Amon fall on the stage after the successful premiere-although this seems very beautiful, but now is not the time for Amon to fall.

　　 Joseph knows that the so-called "problems" that are bothering Amon today are not really big problems. No matter what decision he makes, there will be no big difference. It's just that he has drilled the horns himself so that he cannot make a choice.

"Aman, have you heard of such a story? A man put two piles of exactly the same fodder on the left and right sides of a donkey at the same distance. Then guess what happened to the donkey?" Joseph took He said to Amon's shoulder~www.novelmtl.com~ I know that the donkey stood in the middle and starved to death. Joseph, you are such a bad guy, you compare me to that stupid donkey! But are you really sure that the fodder on both sides is exactly the same? "

　　 "Donkey! If not exactly the same, would you hesitate for so long?"

　　 "Of course they are not exactly the same, there are some differences between them. But I don't know which is better."

"That's it, that's simple." Joseph said, taking out a silver coin with an irregular shape (ancient Roman silver coin was a silver coin, generally speaking, it was not a perfect circle), and said: "Use this Make judgments. Look. This side is a statue of Bacchus, and this side is a bunch of grapes. My friend, you know that the art of tragedy comes from the sacrificial activity of this god. Let’s let Him help us make our judgment. Right. You toss up the silver coin. If the head is facing upwards, even God Bacchus agrees with this approach. If the grapes are facing upwards, then He is denying this approach. What do you think?"

　　 Bacchus is the Roman name of Dionysus, the **** of wine in Greek mythology. His priesthood does not include art, but considering that the art of ancient Greek tragedy originates from sacrificial activities to him. It was quite appropriate for Joseph to ask him to make judgments.

"A Roman dinar?" Amon took the silver coin in Joseph's hand and looked at it carefully. "It should be something from the Republic period. Maybe Crassus (one of the top three giants in ancient Rome) was also the final suppressor. The Roman consul of the Spartacus uprising.) I have held this silver coin by the hand of it. Unfortunately, the appearance is not very good. If it is not against the grapes on the back, I can hardly recognize Bacchus’s on the front. It’s an avatar. But, this is a good thing. Well, just do as you say."