He still stopped in the antique streets of Somo City, casting his sharp eyes on the bustling crowd. His gaze is like a thousand ice knives, capable of piercing the hearts of thousands of people and making them feel cold. Perhaps the silence of the monastery, the desolation of the wilderness, the decay of the ruins, those houses were all at once. People who love money as much as their lives saw a yellow look in Grandet's eyes that seemed to have been dyed golden, and they believed that this was by no means a false rumor. Mr. Grandet is like a tiger or a python. He knew how to lie down and squat, patiently looking at the prey, and then pounce on it, open the big money bag, pour piles of gold coins into it, and then lie down quietly again, like a snake with its full belly, Digest the food you swallow calmly, calmly and step by step. There was a coldness in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat people, and the common people called them snake eyes; his forehead was covered with wrinkles, and there were mysterious lines of flesh on his forehead. Young people who didn't know the depth of things took pleasure in Mr. Grandet and turned him yellow. Gray hair is called gold hidden in the snow. The tip of his nose was enlarged and crowned with a bloodshot tumor. Some people rightly said that there was a cunning idea hidden in it. Looking curiously at the behavior and expression of the only daughter of a wealthy family, I discovered that there was an angelic sadness and a pure beauty on her face. She believed in God and was innocent, and her conscience and love helped her patiently endure her father's wrath and revenge. But one deep pain silences all other pains for a moment. God threw a lot of gold to the female prisoner whose hands and feet were bound by gold, but she regarded the gold as dirt and yearned for the kingdom of heaven. With sacred thoughts, she lived a life of piety and compassion, and continued to secretly provide aid. poor. Her face is white, leisurely and peaceful. Her voice was sweet and composed, her manner earthy. She possesses all the noble temperament created by pain and the holy thoughts of a person whose soul has never been stained by the world. However, she also has the rigidity of an old maid and the stingy habits cultivated by the narrow life in the interior. This noble heart beats only for tenderness, but it has no choice but to succumb to the calculations of human interests. Money stained her detached life with its cold color and made this emotional woman wary of feelings. She is in the world but does not belong to the world. She is a born good wife and mother but has no husband, no children, and no family.