When the sky was completely bright, Bao Ruirui and Gavroche walked along the alley. Gavroche told Bao Ruirui that they would reach his house after a short walk.

"Of course, even if you call it home, it's also a fake home. I don't have parents. That's where the children of this area stay." Gavroche put his hands behind his head and swayed as he walked.

"Are there no orphans in this era?" Bao Ruirui asked,"I mean, would it be safer there?"

"Yes, yes... but," replied Gavroche,"but they don't like us. We don't like them either. Especially the food…here, we can eat the things we like. It's different every day."

Bao Ruirui was deep in thought. From the place where he had met Gavroche, he had been paying attention to the scenery around him. If he was not wrong, this was 19th century Paris. The capital of France, written by the great French writer, was presented in front of him with simple stone streets, exquisite wooden buildings, pedestrians, and carriages. Bao Ruirui walked closer to the buildings and reached out to touch them. The rough texture of the wood was clear.

"Didn't you have wooden houses in your era?" asked Gavroche.

Bao Ruirui shook his head. Another reason for his judgment was that he clearly remembered that he had bought this book before. Saying that he bought it himself was a little untrue. After all, this book was taken from the bookshelf by his mother and inserted into the pile of comics and mystery novels he was holding. He asked his mother why she wanted to buy such a tragic book. Mom said that reading this book would bring warmth to the end.

Bao Ruirui felt that his mother often said such things, so much so that he often wondered if his mother was doing research and development like a scientist. Following his train of thought, he thought of his father. Mom and Dad worked together, and every time she asked them what they did, they would not even say the word "secret". Bao Ruirui had seen photos of them at work. Both their parents were wearing white work clothes and looked spotless.

"Just like I told you, I seem to have fallen into a trap. Someone is watching my performance, but I can't see him." Bao Ruirui said.

"Is it the lord hiding somewhere?" said Gavroche.

"It's not that kind of hide-and-seek. It's someone in the dark. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Bao Ruirui had gotten used to this kind of conversation with foreigners that didn't require translation.

"That's the case of soldiers catching robbers. I can catch ten of them by myself…Pay attention to this place. The corner is smaller, but we'll be there soon." Gavroche said, walking in front of Bao Ruirui and leading the way. As he passed by, Bao Ruirui sized up the little hero in "Miserable World" again. He was similar to the image portrayed by many later generations. He was a freckled boy wearing overalls. Although the small leather shoes on his feet were old, they were polished to a bright and dignified degree.

"There's a switch between soldiers and robbers. I hope I'm not the one who gets robbed every time." Bao Ruirui said.

"Ahem, Bao Ruirui," Gavroche said."I've seen a lot here, but it's rare to see someone like you. Look, everyone who passes by you is also looking at you."

"Of course. To you, I'm a foreigner." Bao Ruirui said.

"British?"

"Chinese."

"Have you studied a lot?"

"Well... Actually, it's not much, but it sounds like it might be. Do you know about skipping grades?" Bao Ruirui, who was 13 years old, should have just entered middle school, but because he had skipped two grades in primary school, he was already in the second year of middle school.

"Never heard of it," said Gavroche."Let me ask you, have you ever heard of chicken ribs, egg pie, and roast dove pie?"

"Are you still talking about the delicacies you eat every day?" Bao Ruirui disagreed.

"I grew up here. What was the name of the book you mentioned just now?" asked Gavroche.

"It's called Grief…" Bao Ruirui thought of something and changed his words."Actually, it has another name. It's called Officer Catching Robbers."

"Instead of reading such a book, it's better to play games directly. Do you know that the children who saved you just now are the same as me? They grew up here and know where the road leads even with their eyes closed." said Gavroche.

"I believe that in my era, I also have such a familiar place." Bao Ruirui said.

"If there's a chance, invite me to play!" said Gavroche. Then, he took out something from his pocket and stuffed it into Bao Ruirui's hand. Bao Ruirui looked down and saw a wooden slingshot in the shape of a Y. It must be the one that shot the dog earlier.

"This is a gift for you!"

"What about you?"

"I don't need it! And,"he said in a low voice,"... I'll tell you secretly that I'll have this tonight." Gavroche made a shape with his hand. As he made a "pop" sound, Bao Ruirui understood that he was talking about a pistol.

"Tonight? What's tonight?" Bao Ruirui asked.

"Ah! We're finally here!" Gavroche turned a corner and suddenly stopped. In front of him was a tall building.

"This is…" Bao Ruirui searched for words in his mind.

"Chicken ribs!" Gavroche shouted, his small frame as magnificent as the building before him.

What useless…it should be a barricade, right? And the egg yolk pie and roasted dove pie…it should be a fight between the royalists and the reformists!

Bao Ruirui finally remembered that Gavroche appeared in the book during the second half of the French Revolution.

"Gavroche, you're back!"

Someone in the barricade said, and everyone looked at the mischievous child.

"How was the mission?" A young man approached and patted Gavroche on the shoulder.

"Of course, Marius!" Gavroche raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him. His gaze was focused on the musket in the young man's hand, full of envy. "Look, I brought a little guy with me. I think he'll be useful!"

Bao Ruirui immediately felt the burning gaze from the barricade. Rather than saying that he was looking forward to it, it was more like it was strange.

"We've never seen this child before!"

"He's…Asian, right?"

"I told you before, this is no playground for children. I didn't agree to Gavroche's arrival... and now there's another one!"

There was a commotion. Bao Ruirui quickly scanned the crowd. Regardless of age or gender, their faces were filled with fatigue, their eyes were bloodshot, and their bodies were covered in traces of battle.

Then there was no mistake. I had arrived at the second half of the movie, the Battle of the Barracks. Does that mean that I will leave this book very soon? If there was a mission like last time, what would it be? A few thoughts flashed through Bao Ruirui's mind.

No! More importantly, I have to remind these people that they…Bao Ruirui knew that in the Battle of the Barracks, except for Jean ValJean and Marius who escaped unscathed, everyone else died in the alley.