[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

After breakfast, Fantine knocked lightly on the door of Corona's room.

"Korona, are you unhappy?" She asked softly.

"Why do you say that?" Coronna smiled and raised her head to ask her.

"That's obvious!" said Fantine, frowning, and sitting opposite her. "What is the matter, Corona?"

"It's about the workers - it should be over in a few days, it's okay." Corona said reassuringly, trying to confuse the topic of the past.

Since her reunion with Cosette, Fantine had been a submissive and contented being.She didn't ask too much, didn't care too much about anything, and she was satisfied as long as she stayed with Cosette.Only this time she was not fooled by Corona's vague words. "What happened to the workers?" she pressed.

"They are on strike. Many of my friends are also on strike, and I am a little worried about their situation." Since she was asked, Corona didn't feel that she had anything to say to Fantine, so she answered frankly, "I asked in the early morning. It seems that the situation is still deadlocked. Several workers have been arrested and taken to the police station."

Fantine also used to be a female factory worker, but she was reduced to a situation worse than that of a female worker; she was also terrified that she would be arrested by the police.Corona never mentioned these things to them, and she also hoped that they could just enjoy the peaceful life now and stop being bothered by these things.But to her surprise, Fantine was not troubled by these things, on the contrary, she breathed a sigh of relief, very relieved: "So you are worried about their strike." She said, "Why can't you?" What did you tell us?"

Corona was speechless for a moment.

"Maybe I can't be of much help—I haven't read any books, and I can only read as much as Cosette, and I don't speak many great truths and do many great things like you and Mr. Jean. " said Fantine, "but at least you don't have to hide anything from me, Corona, you can tell me anything - there will be a lot of things I don't understand, but I swear to God you don't want I won't say a word about what I say."

"It's not that I don't believe you."

"I know," said Fantine, smiling, "I know, dear Corona! You have been helping me since I first saw you. First you gave me the money that Cosette needed to save her life, and then Take Mr. Mayor to find me, and then you brought my little Cosette back to me. Now you let me live in such a nice house and let Cosette study. I may have said it many times Yes, but I will say it again: as much as I am indebted to Monsieur Madeleine, I am indebted to you."

"It's nothing!" Corona said in surprise, "What is there to be grateful for? Most of what I have is what my father raised and bequeathed to me. This is just what I should do—"

"But you are the sister," said Fantine.

Corona froze.

"I know, you want to protect us. You have always been protecting us. But Corona, this is not what you should do - I am your sister, and I should have taken care of you and Cosette Yes! Maybe I am not as talented and rich as you, but if I had the chance, Corona, couldn't I do something for you? If I couldn't, couldn't I at least lighten your burden a little, so that You don't have to hide it at home? Don't think of me too weakly, Corona, when I earn nine sous a day, I also survived!"

Corona's eyes were hot. "Sister..." she whispered, leaning her head on Fantine's shoulder.Fantine took her in his arms, and slowly stroked her soft fair hair.

"Is there nothing I can do to help you?" she asked. "You've been working too hard. Whatever, let me help you."

Coronne closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against Fantine's.She suddenly realized the mistake she had made.

She committed the same mistake as her own most objectionable thing: she arranged Fantine and Cosette's life according to her own wishes, thinking that this was happiness, but she did not think that they might have other pursuits.

She thought for a while. "Of course you can help me," she said, "but there's a lot to learn."

"I can learn," said Fantine.

Corona then moved out what Caton had taught her back then.

Of course, it cannot be completely copied: Fantine's current literacy is limited, and she has not read too many books. It is still too difficult for her to directly read codes and economic works.But after several years of practice, Corona suffered a lot and learned a lot of lessons. She was able to explain those advanced theories in very common words, although not very precise, at least enough for Fantine to understand.She introduced to Fantine the history and geography of France, the types of grapes, the harvest and the management of the estate, and then slowly handed over a winery in southern France to her.

This is not something to rush into. Fantine has never been exposed to these things before, and there are too many lessons to make up. Corona has already made plans that it will take at least two years for her to get started.But now that Fantine is able to independently keep accounts and settle accounts, Corona left a large part of the family's finances to her.

She couldn't really let Fantine and Cosette become her dependents for the rest of their lives.They should be able to support themselves - even if it may not be what they want.

After becoming famous, Coronna has more free time instead.

Now that she has a reputation, she also has the confidence to refuse the invitation, which gives her more free time.Half of her time was spent in literacy classes for female workers, and the other half was used to teach Fantine.She spent less time in Collins than more.

The strike was over: in the end both sides had to step back and the workers got a holiday, but only for New Years Day.Enjolras seemed dissatisfied with the result, but all the captured workers were released, and most of the workers did not suffer any losses, so he reluctantly tolerated the compromise result.

Her friends treated her as usual, and no one except Corona seemed to take that little conflict to heart.But every time she thought about it herself, she always felt that there was something in her heart, which was unpleasant.Therefore, Ke Luona wanted to bring up this matter several times, but felt that everyone didn't take it seriously, and she was the only one who was worried about it, which seemed too petty and too deliberate.She never really found an opportunity to bring it up again, to have a serious conversation about it.

But this was even more depressing.

She complained to Anne.Anne wrinkled her nose and smiled as usual. "Come on! What do you expect them to think of us?" she said. "What's there to be angry about? Most of the working girls would have died three or four years ago. It's normal, everyone. Is such that."

"I know everyone is like this." Corona said sadly, "but... I used to wish they were different."

Annie snorted and laughed unabashedly. "Do you want them to treat you like men? Do you want them to treat women like men and give women workers the same rights as they do? Come on, I want to get rich overnight and sleep on the bed every day like the French queen On the silk quilt!"

She has always been sharp-tongued, but in fact there is no malice in her heart.Corona would usually laugh and joke with her, but she was really depressed and didn't have the heart to argue with her.Anne sensed her depression and gave her a friendly elbow. "Okay, okay. These men are like this, don't expect too much from them." She smiled and said, "You don't agree with them, you can try to persuade them. Didn't you say that you often debate all kinds of things?" Various topics?"

"That's the point. We've spoken so many times about women's rights that I thought my position couldn't have been clearer—especially with Enjolras, whom we've discussed so often in our correspondence since we've known each other. Questions. I even felt at one point that I had convinced him on some issues."

She hangs her head. "I thought, at least, he'd object...but he didn't say anything."

Annie rolled her eyes. "I don't understand what's so good about you, Enjolras. You said earlier that he was thoughtful and knowledgeable, but now you don't agree with him."

"He is indeed thoughtful. This is not contradictory to the differences between us." Corona retorted subconsciously.

"Well, in my opinion, this matter is very simple. You will be unhappy when you see them, and you won't be able to convince them, so it's over if you don't see them?" Anne shrugged and said.

Corona smiled wryly.

Well, if only the problem could be as simple as Anne said!If she could simply break off the relationship as soon as she said it, then she wouldn't have to have these troubles.But she went to Collins twice a week as before, until winter passed and spring came on, and the bitterness of the episode faded away.But it didn't completely disappear, and sometimes when she thought of this passage, she still felt a little stuck in her heart.She will still clearly feel that these students and workers, although she regards them as friends, they do not regard women as equals.

She tried to convince them, but was constrained in expressing her point of view without revealing her identity, with little success in the end.

In fact, it couldn't be easier to solve this matter.Corona herself knew the cleanest plan: one night, wash off the paint, put on women's clothes, walk into Collins, and explain her identity to them.Then whether to completely break off diplomatic relations or persuade them, it all depends on their reaction.She struggles with herself every day, which is completely useless and very funny.

She couldn't figure it out herself, why didn't she dare to do this?What has she to be afraid of?Furthermore, why was she so reluctant to leave Collins?

This question was not finally answered until the spring of [-].

It was a day in March.The weather was perfect, sunny and warm, with a warm spring breeze blowing softly through the streets.Corona was at Collins during the day, which was a rare occurrence, and Enjolras and Combeferre happened to be there.They were sitting at the street window listening to Combeferre talking about a newly discovered butterfly when there was a commotion from the end of the street.

It was like the sound of an approaching tide, and the noise formed by thousands of people uttering together came like a tsunami, and the moment the three of them stood up in surprise, the sea flooded to Collins' door.The crowd greeted them, mostly workers and some students.Other patrons in the tavern echoed their workmates, and someone shouted: "What are you going to do?"

"Revolution!" answered the chaotic voices of the crowd.

Other conversations are going on, but when dozens of conversations are going on at the same time, they overshadow and drown each other out.The three people standing by the door were swept away by the crowd almost in the blink of an eye. In the riotous crowd, it was difficult to act according to their own wishes and had to move with the crowd.Enjolras hastily seized Combeferre with one hand, and Corona with the other, at the critical moment.In the crowded sea of ​​people, Gongbofei reached out and grabbed Corona's arm, and the three of them were tightly connected together so that they would not be washed away.The narrow, tortuous, and tangled lanes before Collins' gates passed like a rushing torrent trying to pass through a narrow pipe.After that part of the road, at Saint-Merry, the road was a little wider, so the crowd loosened up a little and the momentum calmed down.At this time, there is room to move the body, change the position, and raise the voice to speak in the ear of the companion.But the hands of the three people are still tightly grasped, not daring to let go.

"Where are they going?" cried Combeferre.In the crowd, only such a volume can be heard by the companions.

"It seems to be going to Bourdon Boulevard, I heard them mention the name." Corona said.It is very difficult to lower her voice and pretend to be a masculine voice when she is talking loudly. Fortunately, the surroundings are too noisy. If her voice is slightly off, no one will be able to hear the flaw.

"What are they going to do?" asked Combeferre.

"This is violence, not revolution! There is no justification for violence." Enjolras said, frowning.

They began to move towards the fringes of the crowd, but not so smoothly.Several times the crowd turned a corner, and then they were suddenly in the center again.When the crowd crossed Rue Redigier and reached Rue Bassombier, the three finally approached the edge of the crowd.

At this time, the noise in front suddenly doubled.Enjolras' ears keenly picked up the sound.

"It's a gun!" he said loudly, and he squeezed the hands of his two companions. "The police are here to suppress them!"

The rioting crowd also had weapons, but the three of them made judgments almost at the same time: they were not strong enough to compete with the police.In the final analysis, this is just a small-scale riot/riot, and there is no echo from other areas and people in Paris. "Retreat first!" Enjolras shouted loudly, "Retreat! There is no need to die here in vain!"

But his voice was lost in the din of the crowd.While they were shouting like this, they retreated towards the wall, and when they were about to retreat to the edge of the crowd, Enjolras suddenly turned around and pressed Corona against the wall with his own body.Immediately after a gunshot, his body shook.

Corona and Combeferre cried out in unison amidst the clamor, which rushed like thunder.

"Enjolras!"

The bullet grazed a long, deep gash above his left arm, and his clothing was torn and quickly stained red in large swaths.There was a crowd of people around, as if they were trapped in the torrent, Coronna didn't think about anything, she stretched out her hand to hold Enjolras' hand tightly, and stood sideways by his side, protecting her with her body. Shielding his wounds from the rush of the crowd, out of the corner of her eye she saw Combeferre doing the same, the two surrounding their friend with their bodies left and right.At this moment, she felt a heat on her hand, and Enjolras' blood flowed down her arm and into the palms of the two.She looked up, Enjolras's expression was calm and calm, without the slightest sign of pain, but his fingers were tightened, and the blood lined the bluish-white knuckles.

A love of liberty and equality has long been shared between them.She especially loved Enjolras, just as she loved the ideal of republic and the land of France.But suddenly something was different at this moment.Enjolras's warm blood ran down her hands, and then dripped onto the ground of Paris, as if dripping onto her heart.

At this moment he is not a muse, not a god, not the marble statue that Grantaire used to tease.He is a living person who will bleed and get hurt, a friend who will scratch the paper with a pen when he writes a letter to her when he gets excited, and a young man who can be depressed, ridiculed and smile.In this fleeting moment, the great and noble love retreats temporarily, revealing the secular love that has been covered up, but equally passionate.The love between a man and a woman, a feeling that Corona has never thought of in her life, is like a waterfall of water splashing and white waves rushing into the deep pool of her heart, arousing its ripples.

I love him.She understood with ecstasy and despair.I love Enjolras.

The author has something to say: Corona fell in love with Enjolras at first sight in more than 20 chapters, and then she realized that her love for Enjolras was not a friendship in the revolutionary war, but an affair between children Love.

Help, I don’t want to write about two people who love the country, the world, the world, the world, peace and human progress and fall in love again