[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

"Wait! You stop! You stop!" she cried.

Carton stood still.Corona flew over, bumped into his back, and wrapped her arms around his body to wrap him around, forcing him to turn around.

"You're leaving after you've finished speaking. It's really hard to do!" She said with the coquettish reproach she used to talk to him, "Don't you care what I think?"

There was a wry smile on Caton's face, that kind of expression would move even the hardest-hearted person.Corona grabbed his arm and turned him to face her.

"No, I was speaking out of anger." Seeing the look on his face, she quickly added, "I know, you care too much about my thoughts, don't you? So I can't let you just leave. I I need to be clear with you first - I love you, you are my father and nothing will change that, nothing will do. You will have to allow me a few days to think this through, but you must know that I Love you. No one in this world can surpass you."

she said earnestly, throwing her face upward, and taking Carton's arm, "Say you know, you believe. Say it!"

"I'm afraid I don't deserve your love," Carton said in a voice that almost sounded like a sigh.

"Then I'm afraid I must say that you are talking nonsense. If you are not worthy, who in the world is worthy? You don't say that! If there is only one person in the world I can love, Father, it is You. You taught me what love is, and now you think that I don't love you and don't care about you, how is this possible!"

"So, where's your mother?" Carton asked, "Where's your maternal grandfather and grandmother?"

Corona was shaken.

Although the hesitant look only appeared on her face for a moment, it was still captured by Caton.After this moment, she raised her head, with the same firm tone: "... If she wants to blame me, then only blame me. She is dead, and you are still by my side. Do I want to blame a dead mother, Leaving a living father? God forgive me, I thank her, but I can't leave you for that. Besides, you said it yourself, you haven't seen her since. Her mother is going to kill her , you saved her. How did you know my mother would blame you? Maybe later, maybe after she lost her family she realized the horror and injustice of the Revolution, maybe she actually thanked you ?”

Carton was amused, but touched, raised his hand to stroke her hair, and then he seemed to suddenly realize that she was no longer a seven or eight-year-old girl, and suddenly put his hand down again. "You are too demanding of the world."

"And you, you think too little of yourself." Corona said to him dissatisfied, "You are avoiding my topic, you didn't answer my question, trying to draw me away. You have to tell me, You know I love you, and I won't blame you anyway. Then I can go back and discuss it with my sister in peace."

The muscles on Carton's face tensed.His expression didn't fluctuate, but the corners of his lips and outstretched hands trembled slightly, as if he wanted to pull Corona closer, and then pushed her out.Coronna threw herself into his arms and stretched out her hands to encircle him.Caton bowed his head and kissed her hair, and Corona lay in his arms, feeling the warm water dripping on her hair, so she didn't look up.

"I know your heart, my dear boy." Carton whispered, his chest throbbing with every word, "Go back now, Fantine and Cosette are probably also shocked by this incident, They need you."

Coronna withdrew from his embrace hesitantly.She walked to the door, and finally looked back at Carton before finally entering the door.

Carton still stood there, looking at the door for a long time.If someone passed there, they might think he was a statue.He is waiting, maybe the door will be opened suddenly, maybe his little girl will run out of the door again, throw herself into his arms, and tell him that she wants to leave with him... Maybe, God will suddenly Take pity on him, and let him change his mind before the planned plan is carried out.

But that door stayed closed.Carton stood until the dusk fell, then slowly turned around and walked back to the hotel in a daze.He took his trunk—which had hardly been opened—paid the bill, left the hotel, and got into a coach at the posting station.The carriage went away along the post road 10 minutes later.

Corona turned back and entered the house.

Fantine still sat where she had been, holding Cosette in her arms.Cosette was still young, so she couldn't quite understand the meaning of all this, so she just leaned obediently in her mother's arms.Corona then sat directly next to her and called her cautiously, "Sister."

Fantine recovered herself. "Is this true? What he said is true?" She asked softly, in a trance, as if in a dream.

"Yes."

"Our mother, Ramona? A whore?"

"...Yes. Do you mind, sister?"

Fantine shook her head, and she lowered her head to Cosette in her arms and asked softly, "Go and play with the doll for a while, okay?"

This was the first time since she reunited with Cosette that she offered to separate from her daughter, which made Corona even more disturbed.Fantine led Cosette to her little room, carried her to the bed and sat playing with the dolls, then came out and closed the door, and returned to the living room.Corona followed behind her, not daring to say a word.

"I've thought about it too," said Fantine in a whisper-like voice in the drawing room, as if confiding a great secret, "I've thought about it too."

"Thought about... what?"

"I wanted to be a whore. At Montreuil, when I met you. They said Cosette was sick and wanted two ducats. How could I get it? I had no other choice." , I was thinking what to do that day, I only earn nine sous a day, where can I find two gold coins? Either sell the two front teeth to that doctor, or, I... I have no other way. Except myself , what am I left with?"

Corona didn't know what to say, she had never experienced such a desperate situation.Fantine clutched her hand, with cold fingers, and tears in her eyes. "You said, our mother... When she decided to become a prostitute, she gave birth to the two of us, and knelt at the door of the orphanage begging them to accept me. Is it the same situation? I still have Cosette Te, my little angel, I have a hope in my life. And she, she's lost everything, ruined everything."

Corona was moved to tears by what she said.Two lines of teardrops rolled down Fantine's face, gathered on her still thin chin, and fell on the back of Corona's hand. "And you," she asked crying, "have you ever thought about your mother?"

Corona nodded with a sob.

Since she was a child, she only asked Caton once. After that time, she realized that Caton was unwilling to answer this question, and found that the Darney family also avoided talking about it during the temptation, and never mentioned it again.But she grew up next to Darney's family, and saw a happy family with both parents, Lucy's love for little Lucy, and the similarity between their mother and daughter.How could she not be curious, how could she not imagine?She had thought about the appearance of her mother countless times: Did she die of illness very early?Is she married to her father?Were they once as loving as Charles Darnay and Lucy?

they are not.They were never husband and wife, and she was not Caton's daughter.Her mother was a prostitute, she died when she was born, leaving only a name, never hugged her, never loved her.

The two sisters hugged each other and wept, and for a while neither could speak or speak.After crying for a while, Corona managed to calm down first, took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, hugged Fantine, and gently stroked her short hair that had just grown out with one hand.Fantine buried her face in her shoulders, and her tears wet the dress.

"Sister." After sitting for a long while, when Fantine's crying gradually stopped, and only intermittent sobs remained, Corona asked, "You...you hate father...I mean , do you hate Mr Carton?"

"You still call him father?"

"I can't change it. I love him. He raised me. If he hadn't picked me up and brought me up from a young age, maybe I can't read at all now. I am a female worker in a factory, or maybe I may be killed by scarlet fever before I grow up. Maybe I will be abandoned by some man all the time, and then give up on myself and follow my mother's old way. He tried his best to make up for it, sister—he raised me, he I have been looking for you for many, many years..."

"I'm also very grateful that he was able to find Montreuil and let me know that I still have family." Fantine said, "But what about my mother? If it wasn't for him, my mother might still be living in that tavern safely and securely." get married and have children..."

"If it wasn't for him, an innocent person would die, and a happy family would be destroyed." Corona almost begged, "Besides, they didn't hurt the Defarge family, they were just planning to escape secretly He didn't fire the two shots, and he even tried to stop-if anyone destroyed the Defarges, it was Mrs. Defarges, our grandmother, not Carton."

"You speak to him," said Fantine, her voice hoarse and quivering with sobs, and it was impossible to tell whether it was reproach, "because he has brought you up."

"It's more because he's an upright man, a good man. He didn't make any mistakes, at least I don't think he did." Corona took Fantine's hand, "Don't blame him, sister, it's not his fault. It's just that he It is a person who is too upright and has a soft conscience to try to blame everything on himself."

Fantine was silent for some time.Corona waited for her response cautiously and with trepidation, feeling that every minute and every second was a torment.After a long time, Fantine finally spoke. "... I don't know," she said, "he was your benefactor, and M. Madeleine's benefactor, who saved me and helped bring back Cosette. I really thank him for that, but I still— "I don't know how to face him..."

Corona couldn't answer for a moment.They leaned on the sofa, she hugged Fantine, stroked her short blond hair with her hands, and looked at the corner of the sky exposed through the gap in the curtains.She watched the line of blue slowly turn red, turn purple, and then slowly darken.