Corsica has always been a battleground during wars.
Paoli was a national hero on the island, and even led the people on the island to gain independence from the corrupt Genoese regime for a period of time. However, the frustrated Genoese took a trick and sold the power to France.
The great man Bonaparte admired had to flee to Britain, and Corsica was forcibly included in the map of France.
Therefore, in the eyes of France, this island has always been associated with poverty and backwardness, and they habitually forget it when mentioning their own country. Therefore, Bonaparte's embarrassing situation here can be imagined.
But it was not just as simple as being depressed. When he was in the military school, Bonaparte could get into cross fights with his classmates because of this topic in a day.
"Really? I thought men would always be interested in talking about the war or the national situation..." The girl chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was tortured by the swirling political topics.
She took the time to raise her glass to her friends who were passing by, then turned to Bonaparte and smiled sweetly:
"It's rare to find someone as quiet as you."
"I isolated them." Bonaparte didn't care.
"You have such a sense of humor."
Sabrina took another piece of sliced apple from the table and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation, like a squirrel with bulging cheeks.
Because of the close distance, you can even hear the sound of sweet and sour juice chewing in her mouth, which reminds you of the crispness of apples.
Accompanied by the faint fragrance of the girl's clothes, Bonaparte couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He tried hard not to peek at the moistness of her delicate thin lips. Even a small part of her arms exposed with flower sleeves would make the pituitary gland unable to function. Consciously secreting some kind of ambiguous pheromone.
"Um?"
Sabrina made a cute sound, widened her eyes and tilted her head.
"What's wrong with you?"
After swallowing the fruit in her mouth, she asked curiously.
Bonaparte simply put down the annoying steak on the plate. His hands seemed to be unable to control themselves, and he made an unpleasant cutting sound.
"It's nothing. Doesn't it matter if you are here? I mean your companion, who should have been calling you over just now."
He turned to look at the girl helplessly.
Many people's eyes have noticed this. Beauty is a girl who is a bright pearl, and the surroundings of the pearl's light are either reduced to the background or become an eyesore. Bonaparte believes that he is the one who is an eyesore.
He didn't want to cause any more trouble, especially on such an occasion and arouse inexplicable jealousy.
Sabrina pretended not to notice the wink her friend gave her just now, holding up her fork and inserting another piece of cake.
"Let Trixis and the others play by themselves. I'm really hungry. You know, this kind of banquet is not meant for people to eat, but it is regarded as dinner..."
Sabrina did not hide her greediness at all and swept away the desserts on the table.
It can be seen from her behavior of eating continuously since she sat down... She really didn't want to deal with those bad topics, so she came to steal food when she was hungry.
"Gentlemen should occasionally be considerate of a girl's willfulness. Ladies are also very tired every day. I don't want to go to bed hungry."
Bonaparte was stunned for two seconds by his innocent speech, and he could only say helplessly: "Well, you are so cute, I have to admit that what you said makes sense."
In fact, Bonaparte and Sabrina's idea was to concentrate on dealing with these things that were not enough to eat except for exquisiteness, so as not to be hungry after the banquet, which was really in vain.
He couldn't help but think of those banquets in French history, which were serious banquets. The nobles ate and vomited in the palace. When they couldn't hold it anymore, they picked their throats and vomited all over the floor, then went back to eat again... okay It's a bit disgusting.
The main reason is that the war is tense now, and there is a shortage of both manpower, raw materials and finances. The food for this social occasion is not well arranged.
"Haha, I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that I have heard about your deeds in school. You were the only one who dared to oppose the instructor in public. You are so brave."
After finishing another piece of cake, Sabrina took another sip of red wine to help her swallow, wiped her mouth, and her eyes were full of curiosity.
I don't know if it was because of drinking, but the girl's pink cheeks were slightly red. As she tilted her head, her blond hair swayed cutely in front of her shoulders. Her pretty face was full of curiosity.
Bonaparte was stunned for a moment, that was not a decent experience, and it was estimated that what the girl heard would not be a good thing.
"I just did what I felt was right."
Sabrina folded her hands and shrugged her shoulders, a shy dimple appeared on her lips:
"Sorry, I was a little too curious."
"curious?"
He looked at the innocent girl. She did have an air of ignorance about the world.
Sabrina asked sheepishly: "It is said that you are from Corsica? What kind of place is that?"
This was the first time someone asked him about the customs of his hometown. Although he was despised as a remote place, he was indeed right.
"Um……"
Bonaparte pondered for a moment, recalling his native land.
"There are rough seas out there."
"The sea? What kind?"
There is no ocean in north-central France. Although there is the world-famous Seine River, it is not as majestic as the ocean. Sabrina couldn't help but straighten her posture, and her question was full of surprise.
Bonaparte couldn't help but smile:
"It is an endless blue, or a boiling blue. The waves will jump up to several meters high, like a wild beast roaring, and like a symphony. The soft water spray can break the rocks, which contains incomparable power."
After all, Bonaparte, who was used to seeing the sea, did not have so many emotions and memories. The salty wind blowing into his face at the seaside was not a good taste, but the smell of boiled barnacles was quite good.
"There are many rocks on the seaside of Corsica, each with strange shapes. Some of them form caves, which were eroded by the sea water. Some can accommodate several people. When I was a child, I often used a cave as a place to play. Inside, I listened to the noise of the sea breeze and read a book..."
"Uh, sorry, I told you boring things."
Bonaparte couldn't help laughing at himself, cave? This canary probably couldn't imagine what he was going through.
Sabrina shook her head silently, her eyes showing her longing for the romantic coast.
"That's great, I really want to see it..."
"Not as good as you think."
Corsica has the most rolling hills, and even the traditional buildings are stone houses, and the development of various regions on the coastal plain is very uneven. Only the eastern coast is an actively populated settlement, and other areas are almost deserted, and it is occupied by France. After that, the civil unrest never subsided.
Bonaparte sighed secretly. He still feels bad about surrendering to France.
