[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

The second day of the wedding was quiet, and the residence of Monsieur Gillenormand in the Rue des Suffering Nuns was shrouded in a halo of happiness.After noon, Coronne, Jean Valjean, and several other friends from ABC visited the couple and congratulated them.Not only Marius and Cosette, but M. Gillenormand and Fantine also looked radiant.What Fantine cared about most in her life was her daughter, and the biggest regret in her life was the inhumanity she encountered when she was a girl.Now seeing Cosette stepping into a happy and happy marriage, she just felt that there was nothing more perfect than this in the world.Cosette happily invites her mother to live with them, and Fantine agrees immediately.But when she invited her father, Jean Valjean refused.

"Always give you some living space!" He said with a smile, "I'll move in again, isn't it too crowded?"

"How, how!" said M. Gillenormand in a hurry, "Your room has long been vacated, packed, and reserved for you. Don't look at my small building from the outside, it's really cramped. There is a lot of space inside. Even if you want to move all the furniture in your home, I guarantee that there will be a place for you to put it down! There were dozens of guests here yesterday, didn’t everyone sit down too?”

"You are too polite." Jean Valjean said flatly and politely. "And, even I am here. Coronne lives alone in Boulevard Saint-Germain, isn't she too lonely?"

"Mr. Jean, if you don't want to, you can't use me as an excuse." Corona laughed, "It's not like I haven't lived alone before!"

But the words had been spoken, and Cosette had heard them.Indeed, she couldn't drag Coronna to live here: her own mother could live here, but what if her unmarried aunt lived with her niece and son-in-law!This somewhat added a little hesitation to her heart, and Jean Valjean was much more determined than she.Therefore, no matter how softly Cosette pleaded, Jean Valjean never gave in.In the end, they returned to Boulevard Saint-Germain together.

"Mr. Jean," Corona called out to him after dinner that day, "do you have time now?"

"As long as you are not trying to persuade me to move and live with Cosette."

Corona smiled. "I don't advise you." She assured me gently, "I just want to ask you to tell me about the past between me and my father."

"Please speak."

They left the dishes with the maid and walked into the living room together.Coronne closed the doors leading into the hall and kitchen, and sat down with Jean Valjean on a sofa by the window, where the light was somewhat dim.A little shadow was cast on her face, which combined with her pale cheeks, which had just recovered from serious injuries, brought out a kind of sad beauty.

"You know, my father -- of course I mean Sidney Carton, not my real father I don't know where -- always felt guilty of my mother. When I was 14, he told He told me all the past with Fantine, and then he carefully planned to stay away from me slowly, and finally returned to London by himself, and dragged me to Paris with a lot of things.

"I dreamed of being a painter since I was a child, but if a woman wants to become a painter, she has to face countless times more resistance than a male painter. You must understand the injustice of this kind of social prejudice. I was very unwilling at the time and wanted to Prove yourself to the critics, and thus stay in Paris, entangled with the nobles, fellow painters, and critics. As for my father—I care about him, I correspond with him every week, but that At that time, I was too young and ignorant, and mistakenly thought that my father might need some time, so he didn't want to see me; I also felt that we would have such a long time to stay together in the future. After that, when I am recognized as a painter, it will not be too late for me to go back to see him.

"But of course you know that when I returned to London the following year, my father was ill in bed. He died less than a year later. The time I missed with my father - the year and a half ——I can’t make up for it anymore. Mr. Jean, if there is a chance for me to choose again, I would rather hide my identity and only publish my paintings under a male pseudonym; That year and a half together, but it's no longer possible. This is the eternal pain and regret of my life, which will never be made up."

She leaned forward and looked earnestly at Jean Valjean.

"I do not persuade you, Monsieur Jean, I beg you as a relative of Cosette. I have known over the years how painful this kind of longing and regret is. I know you love Cosette, and you do not let Cosette Don't make her feel eternal regret for the rest of her life thinking about those lost times, okay?"

Jean Valjean remained silent for a long time.

"...you compare me with Mr. Carton," he said dryly at last, "but I'm not like him. I'm afraid you're overthinking it."

"Oh, you said I was overthinking. Then I want to ask you, why did you cut your hand and wrap it with gauze on the day they got married? Do you think you are not qualified to marry them? Mr. Jean , you are mistaken. You are exactly like my father: both of you are eager to blame yourself for mistakes that do not belong to you; and you think that if you have done your duty, you can retire. Can you resign if you say resign? Don’t you realize that feelings are mutual, how a father loves a daughter, the daughter will love her father? Mr. Jean—How many people in the world can love Cosette as much as you love her? What about her? How do you have the heart to let her lose such a relative for no reason?"

Jean Valjean had no answer.

"Monsieur Jean. Please think about it. You are no longer a sinner, legally or morally. Is it not enough that we all have suffered in the past? You, your sister, Cosette are all You have a chance to be happy and happy, so don't punish yourself with the past."

"You say we have a chance of happiness, but what about you?" asked Jean Valjean, frowning.

Corona smiled calmly.

"I have a chance to see you happy. Isn't that enough?"

"You deserve your own happiness!"

"There are many kinds of happiness in this world, Mr. Jean. Thank you for worrying about me——I will have different happiness." She replied with a smile.

She and Jean Valjean talked late into the night.Two people with the same determination can compete endlessly.In the end, rather than saying that she persuaded Jean Valjean, it is better to say that Jean Valjean was worried about her body and was moved by her earnestness, so he gave in first.Corona naturally did not let go of any chance, and the next day she immediately sent a letter to Cosette and Marius while taking the maid to sort out Jean Valjean's belongings.Cosette was naturally ecstatic and impatient, and immediately urged Marius to prepare the carriage and come to pick them up.That afternoon, Jean Valjean had a tidy room in their residence.That night, Coronne packed the boxes, hired a carriage, and sent most of Jean Valjean's belongings here.

Now in this small building, apart from the gatekeeper, Mazlo, and the maid, Dusan, Corona is the only one living in it.

This makes this once lively small building look empty now.Of course, some things of Fantine and Cosette have not been taken away, and they may come back to live for a while from time to time, but only tonight, when the magnificence and bustle of the wedding, when the busyness and hustle and bustle of the day are gone, Coronne Suddenly feel very lonely.She felt a stabbing pain in her heart, so sharp that the pain almost materialized.She thought of the people she had lost: first her mother, then her father, then Darnay and Lucy.The little garden where she played and played as a child was gone.She thought of the friends she had lost: so many, in the revolution, in the marches and uprisings, on the barricades.She also had love, God testifies, she also loved Enjolras with all her heart as Cosette loved Marius, and her love for him as a person was never diminished by her love for the Republic, only doubled!

But her lover is lost forever.

She wanted to go to her friend: to Combeferre, that was the first thought that crossed her mind.Combeferre can fully understand her pain at the loss of Enjolras.But the sudden sadness was so strong that she couldn't move while looking at the night outside the window.At last she took a step: not outward, but upstairs.She walked into the studio and looked at the two covered paintings in the far corner. They hadn't lifted the white cloth covering them for a long time.

Slowly, she lifted the first piece of cloth.

Up there was still eternal summer, eternal sunshine.Caton smiled at her in the garden, young, gentle, tall, a father who could always comfort her.Looking at the painting, she felt two lines of tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Dad." She whispered to herself, almost out of breath.She stared at Carton for a moment, then turned to look at the second canvas.

That was the painting she drew a few years ago on the building opposite the Collins Tavern, looking at the opposite light.She didn't need to see the scene in the tavern with her own eyes: she was familiar with everything, from the greasy table, to the dim candlelight, to the color of the wooden barrel, all the details were clearly imprinted in her heart.When she painted Enjolras, she could see his face clearly when she closed her eyes.She has been painting that painting for a long time, pouring her heart and soul into it like never before, and she thinks it is an unprecedented masterpiece.At that time, she thought that her friends would not be able to accept her true identity, and all the suppressed love could only be poured on the canvas. It can be said that every stroke is full of tears that she can't shed in her heart.

Of course, things fell through later.They accepted her identity, but she still felt that Enjolras would not accept her love.Taking out that painting will only embarrass others, and after time has passed, she herself feels somewhat ashamed when she recalls the self-pity and self-harm at that time.So the large painting was covered with a white cloth, and it was never seen by the second person.

However, in retrospect, even if you can only peek across the building, it is still a thousand times better than it is now.She pursed her lips bitterly, and lifted the second white cloth.

On that is Enjolras.

But that was not her Enjolras!

That was not a picture she had drawn at all!It was a picture she had never seen before.When she finished drawing this picture, she drew Enjolras standing in the tavern, speaking loudly, with his back against the wall, his head held high, his arms waving in the air, and he himself was more beautiful than the dim light. And brighter, as if he could emit light himself.

But in this painting his head hangs down.He was still standing there with his back against the wall, with his head bowed. There were several bullet holes in his body. The blood stained his white shirt red and formed a dark pool of blood at his feet.His blond hair was still bright, but his face was pale and had lost all life in that face.The white sunlight from the window illuminated his profile, making the whole painting look pale and bleak.

This is a painting that has lost its life.

For a minute, Coronna stood there, feeling cold all over, and felt a shudder spread from her spine from top to bottom.She couldn't hold the drape, and let it slide to the floor.Her always clever thinking seemed to be completely disturbed, and she could only stumble and sporadic fragments emerged in the blank: Someone changed the painting? ...how did you get in, who was it? ...This is the scene of Enjolras' sacrifice? ...How could it be, who saw it? ...Someone sneaked into her home?

Then she remembered the rumor from a few years ago.

Dorian Gray died in his own home some years ago.Although the relationship with him had been severed for a long time, this news still made Basil Howard very sad. For Basil, Corona had learned about the reason of this matter in detail.According to the police and servants who investigated the scene, a scream in the middle of the night awakened everyone in Dorian Gray's house, and when the servants tried their best to enter the secret room that no one else was allowed to enter, they found a peaceful expression. The portrait of the owner is exactly the same, lifelike, young and handsome.What fell on the ground was an old man with a haggard, wrinkled face and a knife stuck in his chest.After careful inspection, it was determined that the old man was exactly the same Dorian Gray who had not changed his appearance for decades, and that he had inserted the knife into his chest himself.

This story is so legendary that Corona knew the whole story without any effort.The ensuing rumors were even more peculiar: the British nobles said that Lian Gray must have made a deal with the devil and replaced his own appearance with the appearance of a portrait, so he could maintain his youthful appearance for decades .It is said that the knife stuck in his chest was the devil who came to take his life and soul as a price, and all the years that passed and the crimes he committed returned to him in an instant.

Corona once despised this idea and even blamed these rumors, because she knew very well that the portrait of Dorian Gray was painted by Basil, and her teacher would never have anything to do with the devil.

However, now she saw the painting in front of her.She saw the painting of Enjolras, once screaming and full of life, now as he was dying.

...they never found Enjolras' body.

If this is the work of the devil, or the mercy of God... If a portrait that has been poured into the artist's painstaking efforts and love can really bear the harm on my own behalf - even if it is just a tiny glimmer of hope...

Standing in front of the painting, she lowered her head lower and lower, and finally her knees could no longer bear the weight, and she fell to her knees with a plop.She prostrated herself on the ground, with her forehead touching the floor, her hands stretched forward, unconsciously clutching the white cloth that had slipped to the ground.

From her throat came the first sob in a long time.

The author has something to say: Yes, this is the real function of Zong Daolian? Gray's work www

It is too difficult to keep Enjolras alive. I think normal operation is impossible, and I am forced to introduce supernatural power...