[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

When Corona woke up again, she found herself lying on a soft and comfortable bed.There are white gauze curtains hanging on the windows, and the bright sky shines through the curtains.Coronna sat up slowly, and found that there was a jug, a teacup, and a letter on the bedside table, and a set of clothes was neatly stacked on the chair beside the bed. A beautiful landscape painting.Other than that, there are no other decorations in the room.So she picked up the letter and read it, which read:

Dear Miss Evermond: You are in an inn in Florence.There is a servant outside the door waiting for your order. You can order him to go anywhere and do anything, including ordering him to buy a boat ticket back to Paris.But before you leave Florence, please go to the following address and meet the owners - please make sure to meet both owners, I assure you that this trip to Italy will not disappoint you of.

Below the letter was an address, followed by the name of the Count of Monte Cristo.Corona wrote down the address and refolded the letter.She washed and dressed with the facilities in the hotel, and changed into the elegantly colored and exquisitely crafted dress beside the bed.Then she pushed open the door, and was not surprised to see a young man standing against the wall outside the door.When he saw the door opened, he straightened up immediately and asked her respectfully, "What's your order?"

"Please take me to this address." Corona said, showing him the address on the letter.The young man showed no surprise at this strange order, and immediately led the way.Corona walked behind and asked him, "What if I don't go to this address, but go straight back?"

"The count ordered us to obey all your orders. We will arrange your journey to Paris immediately if you want to go back to Paris."

"And what if I order you not to follow me?"

"I will return to this inn and wait. If you need anything else, you can come back and order me at any time. If you don't want me to follow, I will wait for you to arrive in Paris, and then return to the master."

"Why are you so obedient to the count?"

"The count saved my life, so I devote the rest of my life to his service," answered the young man.

Corona sighed disapprovingly.They went up the stairs to the door of the hotel, where a carriage was waiting, and the young man raised the curtain to invite her into it.Corona asked: "So, what should I call you?"

"You can call me Charlie."

"Do you know what the count wants me to do at this address?"

"I am not responsible for guessing the master's intentions, I am only responsible for obeying."

Corona sighed again and didn't ask any more questions.She got into the carriage, raised the curtain and looked out the window.The carriage sent her to the edge of the ancient city wall of Rome, and stopped in front of a small two-story building.The young man helped her out of the carriage, but did not follow. Corona checked the address and sect on the letter, and then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The door was answered by a dark-skinned man with a long, curved scar running from his forehead to his left cheek. "Good day, sir," Corona asked him politely and perplexedly, "a Count of Monte Cristo asked me to come here to meet you."

The other looked as confused as she was: "I'm afraid you have the wrong person, madam. I don't know the Count of Monte Cristo," he said, speaking French fluently.So Corona handed over the letter in her hand: "Please take a look, is there a mistake in this address?"

The man read the address carefully twice, and frowned: "The address is right here, but I swear to you, I have never heard of such a person as the Count of Monte Cristo."

"You are not the only owner here, are you? Would you like to let me see another owner?"

The other party looked at her with a bit of vigilance: "I'm afraid your efforts are in vain, ma'am, or you have been deceived. It is impossible for me to satisfy any request of a stranger who comes to the door at will, please understand."

"I can understand. Frankly speaking, I have no fewer doubts than you." Corona replied with a wry smile, "But the letter asks me to meet, I think this request is not difficult to meet. If there is something wrong with the house It's convenient, I just need to take a look across the room, and I won't disturb you any more."

Perhaps because her appearance did not seem to be aggressive, the other party finally gave in. "Okay, ma'am, I'll get someone out for you—but you have to promise me that you should leave after one look."

"Of course. Thank you very much."

The other party retreated into the room and closed the door ajarly.Corona heard muffled voices coming from behind, and after a while, another footstep gradually approached, and someone opened the door from inside.

Corona opened her eyes wide, and the other party also froze at the door.

This may be a dream.This must be a dream.This is impossible.But--

"Corona?" Enjolras called softly.

It was unclear who raised his hand first, but they hugged each other tightly the next moment, Corona buried her face in Enjolras' shoulder, tears quickly wetted the vest on his shoulder.They forgot all the etiquette and restraint, and hugged each other's body tightly with both hands, as if only when each other's flesh and blood were pressed together, and each other's chest felt the heartbeat of each other, could they be sure of the temperature under their fingers and the condition of the flesh/body? Really, make sure this meeting is not a dream, the person in front of me is alive and well.

No one heard the surprised question from another person in the room, and no one paid attention to the sound of the carriage leaving in the street.The rest of the world was filtered through surprises and welling up with tears.After an indescribable hug, the two finally remembered that besides love, there is also etiquette in this world.They took a few steps back, staring at each other carefully as if they had never seen each other in their entire lives.Enjolras noticed Corona's paleness and thinness, and Corona also noticed that Enjolras' complexion was slightly tanned than before, and his hair changed from a sun-bright golden yellow to a slightly darker golden, A small scar across the right brow bone.If the boy she loved before was a statue of a god, then standing in front of her now is a living person who has stepped down from the altar and experienced love, hate and pain in the world.

But it was still Enjolras.

"It's you!" she asked with tears in her eyes.

"It's you!" Enjolras also replied in surprise.He reached out to wipe the tears on Corona's cheeks, his fingertips were rough, Corona grabbed his hand, reluctant to let go.

"Why are you here?" they asked in unison. "I thought you were all dead on the barricades," said Enjolras.

"I thought so too," Corona said.

They all laughed in disbelief. "Come in!" said Enjolras, pulling the door open. "We have so much to talk about!"

Only then did Corona remember the carriage that had been forgotten outside.She turned to look, but the carriage was gone.So she shook her head and turned around. "The Count of Monte Cristo! He said he would astonish me. He is so thorough in his work! I am afraid I have never experienced a more shocking experience in my life."

"Who is the Count of Monte Cristo?" asked a brisk and playful voice in the room, and the dark-skinned man who opened the door walked briskly forward, "It seems that this matter is far more than what I thought. It's that easy to prank, isn't it?"

"This is my friend, the Gadfly." Enjolras introduced them. "This is my love, Corona."

Although the heart had been confirmed on the barricade, this was the first time that Enjolras uttered the word "lover".This made Corona's cheeks blush.The Gadfly bowed gracefully to her, and Corona returned the salute. "I have read your comments in the French and English papers," she said, "and did not expect to see you in person under such circumstances."

"I have also seen your art exhibition. However, I have to admit that it was many years ago." The Gadfly said, "But please forgive me, there is something more important to do than to compliment each other How on earth did your Count of Monte Cristo find this place?"

Corona and Enjolras were dazzled by the joy of their reunion before, but now they calmed down and immediately realized the problem. "No one here knows your real identity?"

"No." Enjolras said with certainty, "I have been using an alias since I set foot in South America six years ago."

"I suppose you don't know the Count of Monte Cristo either?" asked the Gadfly.

"I know nothing about him as much as you do," replied Enjolras, who asked Corona: "Is he your friend?"

"He is a respectable person, but I'm afraid we are not fellow travelers." Corona replied.She couldn't help but glanced again at the place where the carriage had disappeared, but she saw a book lying there--it wasn't there when she went to see it a few minutes ago.She walked over in surprise, picked up the book and opened it.On the cover of the book is printed in gilt cursive script: "On the Establishment of the Unified Kingdom of Italy", the author's signature is Father Faria.There is a piece of paper sandwiched between the title pages. On the white letter paper, the Count of Monte Cristo wrote in smooth and powerful strokes:

I kept my promise.Please don't worry your friends, I have no intention of prying into their privacy, let alone obstructing their behavior.If you fear that I may learn any secrets of you and your friends, I promise I will keep them as you keep mine.

This book is the hard work of an elder I respect. I present it to your new friend. I hope that the hard work of Father Faria's lifelong knowledge will eventually benefit his motherland.

Now that I have found my happiness again, I hope you will find yours too.

The letter was not signed.Corona sighed with a smile, turned around, and handed the letter to the two men behind her.Enjolras took it, read the letter, and handed it to the Gadfly next to him.

"Do you trust him?" he asked.

"It's a risky thing to trust him. Even so, I still trust him." Corona replied.

She stayed in Italy, and in the early morning of the next day, before dawn, she rushed to Enjolras' residence. Under the faint morning light, Enjolras was already waiting for her in the yard, as if she could only see it with her own eyes. Only when the other party is right in front of them can they feel at ease.The Gadfly went out early for a walk around the ancient walls of Rome, leaving them the house, while they lost their time in endless talking and smiling.Enjolras talked about his escape and the years in South America, "This time I came to Italy with the Gadfly, he hoped to help his homeland, but here we found that the Italian Republicans met There are some troubles. So I plan to stay and help him solve these things, and then go back to France.--I have tried to send you a letter, but it seems that I have not received it."

"From South America to France, letters are probably too easy to get lost during the long journey." Corona replied, "Who did you send it to?"

"Ruo Li. After all, I'm pretty sure at least he survived."

"Ah, no wonder." Corona sighed softly, "Ruo Li went back to the south with Mishishta after graduation. If you send the letter with the old address, then we will naturally not be able to receive it."

She then told him about the whereabouts of several friends and what had happened to them over the years.Enjolras is overjoyed to learn that both Combeferre and Courfeyrac have survived.Finally she spoke of the mysterious portrait. "Only Basil and I know about this matter. Even Combeferre and the others don't know about it. I don't want to give them unnecessary hopes. But we haven't figured out why such a thing happened until now."

"So that's the case. If someone else told me about this, I would definitely feel that he was making up a story. But..." He smiled wryly, "Then, now I finally know how I survived."

"You don't look surprised at all." Corona smiled, "I was scared to death at the time."

"Why am I surprised? In this way, my current life is all extra gains. In these six years, I have done things for six more years, and now I can meet you again, even if the magic on the painting disappears the next moment , I shouldn't be more greedy."

Corona smiled at him. "Indeed, we should all be dead people long ago," she said, and suddenly remembered something: "Then, what's your name now?"

Enjolras hesitated for a moment: "You know, I have long since severed ties with my family. I have abandoned that surname and taken another one myself."

Enjolras would go round and round a subject, behavior never seen before.Corona raised her eyebrows with interest: "We all knew about your severance before the revolution. So, what is your last name now?"

"—Carton," said Enjolras.

Corona opened her eyes wide.Enjolras took a step forward as if he had made up his mind.He looked as resolute as when he stepped on a barricade.

"Forgive my presumptuousness, Corona, my friend, my comrade - we have missed it for too long. Now that there is a second reunion, I don't want to waste a second." He said Then, stretched out his hand to hold Corona's hand, "I remember you once said that Evermond was your father's surname after inheriting the family property. You have always admitted in your heart that it has always been the surname of Caton. Are you willing to give May I have a chance to return this surname to you?"

If it was six years ago, Coronna probably couldn't think of anything at this time, and couldn't say anything.But now, the first thought in her mind was: Enjolras didn't know that she was still alive until they met, nor did she know her current situation.Didn't he have the slightest doubt that she might have been married all these years?

She almost laughed herself at the thought.What a shame, when such a girlish moment came, all she could think of was doubts about the loyalty of the two parties.She has really changed beyond recognition over the years.

But... At the same time, she suddenly realized that from the time she discovered that Enjolras might still have a chance to survive, until now, she has never doubted in her heart whether Enjolras will empathize with others or give up. The quest for revolution and freedom.

There is no eternal person in this world, but there is always an eternal belief.

"Okay." She smiled and agreed softly, seeing the bright joy that never appeared in Enjolras' eyes, "I am willing."

The wedding of Corona and Enjolras was very simple.

It was a wedding that was in every way the opposite of Cosette and Marius's.The preparations were very simple. It can even be said that there was almost no preparation. At Fantine's insistence, some flowers were placed around the house. The time spent on the decorations was not enough for Enjolras to prepare for his legal new identity. A lot of work.The guests were few, and they deliberately kept the secret, inviting only a few of their closest friends.There were no floats, no ribbons, no fanfare, the bride wore a silk dress with white gauze, and the groom wore a black dress, but these two were so beautiful, elegant and radiant that they surpassed all jewels.The most inconspicuous chapel was deliberately chosen for the wedding, with Father-in-law Ma Bai as the witness.Fantine took Coronne's hand and handed her over to Enjolras. Their friends were all smiling, and Marius and Cosette were moved to tears, but everyone was quiet. .Ma Baifu's father-in-law blushed with joy, and his voice was resounding to witness their marriage.After that they turned and walked out of the church, and drove home in a carriage, surrounded by their relatives and friends.Enjolras took Corona's hand as they walked down the church steps.

"From now on, I am willing to walk side by side with you until we go to victory, or to death." He promised solemnly in a low voice.

"Until we go to victory, or freedom." Corona Carton replied gently.

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The author has something to say: I think it is HE!Although the future is still unknown, no matter what they face, they can face it without fear, and they are already invincible.In the future, they may die of illness due to old injuries, may dedicate themselves to the revolution, or they may grow old together and raise eyebrows together. I will not make any restrictions here, and there is indeed no ending of "how they should develop in the future" in my mind. Just imagine.

It took more than three years from the emergence of this brain hole to the final completion of the project. In fact, looking back, there are many dissatisfaction points, and there are many plots that cannot be better expressed due to my ability and knowledge accumulation.But if it continues to be delayed endlessly, this article will probably be buried in the hard drive forever.I still enjoyed the story, and despite its many imperfections these days, it was a real joy to write.Thank you for your message along the way!

The status of the article will not be changed to complete for the time being. You can click on extras in the comments of this chapter, various plot supplements or AU directions, etc. You can click on any extras, don’t worry that I will be offended, [[but it may not necessarily be clicked Write】】.I will choose my extra episode in the comments and write it out w

In addition, because of the influence of Enjolras, the old wounds of the Gadfly are much less than those in the original novel.I don't plan to write the plot of the Gadfly, because the timeline is quite different from the original.Let's just think they helped Gadfly achieve a better GE or NE than the original book...