[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona had never felt such great joy, and then it was accompanied by deep despair.These emotions lingered and churned, and soon dissipated.No, Enjolras' only lover would be the motherland.What does it matter?At this moment she doesn't care.For the first time, she forgot women's rights, civil liberties, rioters' clamor.The world shrank to the square inch in front of her, to the five fingers she held tightly. Enjolras' hands were as cold and powerful as marble statues. His warm blood flowed between their fingers. Keluo Na's fingers seemed to burn with the places where the blood flowed.

They drew back as far as their backs were against the wall, and Combeferre, hurrying round and inserting himself between them to examine the wound, released Coronne from the turbulence of her heart, and she took a step back, letting go of her hand, for Combeferre made room.Combeferre inspected the wound hastily, and pressed his hand firmly on its upper side. "Quick, we gotta get out of here," he said.

The three of them shook hands again, leaning against the wall and began to back away. "Back, back!!" They yelled as hard as they could while being shoved in the crowd, "Shooting in front! Back! Get out of the corner!!"

At the corner of the side, the few policemen who fired were already overwhelmed by the crowd.However, at the front, gunshots rang out like raindrops, people's roars were mixed with screams and cries, and the crowd that had gathered before began to appear chaotic: those in front were retreating, those behind were at a loss, and were in the middle As for the other people, they are oppressed on both sides, and if they accidentally fall to the ground, they are in danger of being trampled to death.This mess is no longer something that a few people can save. Trying their best, there is only little effect.Everyone knew this, so, despite their resentment, when they finally got out, they could only walk away in a hurry along the winding alleys, avoiding the police.

Enjolras' blood had soaked one of his sleeves.Although he gritted his teeth and said nothing, and even looked calm as usual, his face was as white as a stone road covered with frost in a winter morning. "It's nearer to the Rue Blumet," said Combeferre. "Is your house safe?"

"This way." Corona said without hesitation.At this moment, all the covers and excuses were thrown to the bottom of the Seine, but the map of Paris in her mind became clearer than ever. An alley that allows one person to pass through, walking through various shortcuts.Finally, she led them to Babylon Street and plunged into the alley between No. 23 and No. 24.

"Where is this?" asked Combeferre, astonished.The path hidden between the two walls was so narrow that they had to walk sideways.

"A secret passage at the back of my house leads to Rue Plumet, where my father was when he bought the house."

The end of the secret passage leads to the small courtyard behind Rue Plumet, and after exiting the secret passage, there are two bungalows in the backyard in front of you.Every time Coronna needs a temporary change of clothes outside, she comes here. She only needs to enter the secret passage from Babylon Street in men's clothes, and then come out from the front in women's clothes. Therefore, these two bungalows are her most common places to change clothes , paints, mirrors, all kinds of cosmetics and her clothes are all piled inside.But Corona was worried about Enjolras in her heart at the moment, and she was flustered because of the sudden love, and she completely forgot about it. Based on her habit, she pushed the door and entered almost without thinking.

Because she often came in and out, although the room was simply furnished, it still maintained the appearance that people often lived in it.Against the wall is a bed covered with linen and white sheets, a wooden dresser and a mirror at the head of the bed, and beside the mirror is a sink with polished edges, and a large boxwood wardrobe and lockers in the other corner of the room. Caton hadn't been replaced when it was bought. Over time, half of the paint on the cabinet door had peeled off, and cracks appeared near the corners.On the other side of the wall there is an easel, and on the floor a small mottled wooden shelf holds various paints.Combeferre helped Enjolras to sit on the chair in front of the dressing table, and took off his coat, revealing the bloody wound on his arm.He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped away the blood around the wound. Corona lingered beside her, concerned, but afraid to look at the bloody wound.Then Combeferre looked round, and saw the basin of water. "Is this water okay?" he asked.

It just so happened that Corona had stayed here the day before, and the water was a clean well that had just been tapped the day before. "Yes," she said, helping Combeferre to moisten the handkerchief and wash the wound.

"Wrapping cloths," Combeferre continued.

At that time, the method of wrapping wounds with gauze had not been invented, let alone disinfection.Corona thought for a moment, and decided to simply cut a spare bed sheet and use it as a wrap.But when she walked quickly to the cabinet and pulled out the drawers, she saw not only the linen sheets, but also the women's coat and small cape next to her.

She suddenly realized where she had taken them.

She pulled the sheet out and slammed the drawer shut, making a creaking sound from the bottom of the drawer.Corona turned and took the scissors from another drawer, and cut the sheet into strips, and helped Combeferre bind the wound.Fortunately, it was only a flesh wound. Although there was a lot of blood, it just looked scary.

After doing all this, the hands of the three people were stained red with blood, and the water basin became a basin of bloody water.The three hurriedly washed their hands in the muddy blood. Gongbefer wiped the sweat from his brow, stood up and asked, "Where is the well? I'll fetch water."

Coronne was about to propose to fetch the water herself, but she swallowed the words again: she dared not leave Combeferre and Enjolras in a room where too much would be exposed if one were not careful, without her presence. . "Go around the front yard and go out, then turn right a bit."

Combeferre took up the basin and went out.Corona exhaled lightly, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Enjolras, who was now leaning on the back of the chair with half-closed eyes, his face pale. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Enjolras opened his eyes. "I'm fine," he said, looking at Corona, then across the room.Corona watched his eyes stop on the dressing table, vanity mirror, high wardrobe, and the toes of a pair of women's shoes exposed under the bed. Every time he noticed new traces, her heart sank one cent.As soon as Enjolras looked away, she immediately kicked the shoes under the bed.Unfortunately, this action did not seem to deceive Enjolras, who looked at her again.

"You know, Combeferre once suggested that I talk to you," he said, his voice hoarse from the loss of blood.

Corona waited as if facing an enemy, but she didn't expect such a beginning. "... What are you talking about?" She asked cautiously.

"Talking about your family," Enjolras said, "please forgive us for guessing about your family situation—we thought you, like me, broke with your family. Now it seems that this guess is not accurate."

Corona felt as if she had returned to the time when she first learned to step into noble society, and she had to be cautious about every word she uttered. "I have a sister. We are still a family."

Enjolras nodded. "Are we in your sister's room?" he asked. "If so, she will forgive me and Combeferre for our insolence."

"It doesn't count. In fact, my sister has almost never lived here. It doesn't matter."

Enjolras nodded.After a short pause, he asked again: "So, you didn't break up with your family."

"I didn't." Corona showed a little bit of surprise, "Why do you think so?"

"It seems like you haven't mentioned your family since your father passed away."

"For various reasons, I don't have a mother, and the relationship between my sister and my father is not very good. However, although my sister and I have a close relationship, she can't discipline me—so, it can be said that my family relationship is dull and ordinary now, Nothing worth mentioning." She smiled, "So, I don't have much experience in dealing with family conflicts. But if you have any distress, you can still tell me. At least I can promise to keep it secret."

"No need—my father and I have already made up our minds. No one can give in, and no one can change their minds. Since this situation cannot be changed, it is useless to complain to you." Enjolras said.

Corona managed to change the subject before she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Is there no other family member who can persuade your father?" she asked, trying to make Enjolras completely forget the previous topic.

"No. Apart from power and interests, nothing can shake him."

"But you are his son."

"For him, there is no difference. He doesn't love anyone, even when my mother was alive, he never loved her." Enjolras shook his head, "I have no hope for such a weak feeling of love—as for Interest, and I can't come up with anything that can impress him. It seems that I can only let Combeferre worry about it for a while."

Corona could only forcefully smile, unable to speak for a moment.Fortunately, Combeferre opened the door just in time to enter. "What, are you talking about me?" He asked, put the bucket by the door, and replaced the basin with clean water. The three of them briefly washed the blood on their bodies, but Enjolras' coat was completely ruined. The blood stains on Combeferre's sleeve, which had been treated for his wound, remained vividly on the light-coloured shirt.Combeferre frowned distressedly at his sleeve. "We will be questioned by the police if we go out like this. Cole, do you have any extra coats here that you can lend us two?"

"Yes." Corona said, standing up.One half of the closet is women's clothing, and the other half is men's clothing. She uses her body and the cabinet door to block her view, takes two coats from the men's clothing side, and hands them over: "Try them."

Fortunately, in order to conceal her body curves, all her clothes were much larger than her real size. Although Enjolras and Combeferre didn't fit well, they were adequate.They put on their coats and left the blood-stained clothes here. "It's too dangerous for you to walk on the street with a bag of blood on your body. The riot has just passed, and now the police must be everywhere to watch out for suspects-next time I go to Collins, I will take it for you." Corona persuaded, and they obeyed.

After tightening the wrap and changing their clothes, the two looked like normal poor students again, except that Enjolras' face was paler, which would not attract any suspicion.Rather, his complexion dispelled some of his majestic aura and lowered his suspicion even more.Corona sent them away through the front door, Enjolras paused at the door, "Thank you, Cole." He sincerely thanked, "Will your family be in trouble when they come back?"

"It's all right—my sister could hardly come. If she asks, I can put it off."

"It's really thanks to you today." Gongbefer also smiled and thanked.Corona said goodbye to them, and watched the two figures disappear at the end of the street—because of their injuries, their pace was slower than before—then turned and hurried back to the yard.Once her figure was completely covered by the small building, she covered her face with her hands and leaned back against the outer wall of the building.Her hat, which had come loose in the earlier fuss, slipped off at the touch.Corona let it slide to the floor without even bothering to pick it up.

Enjolras cannot love her, Enjolras and love are simply impossible to relate to each other, for him the only use of flowers is to conceal the sword.She understood all these reasons, but it was still extremely painful to hear Enjolras say it clearly in front of her face. The pain made her suspect that she might not be able to maintain her calm appearance for a little longer.

What's it like to be in a love that's been dead from the start?It was like stabbing a sugar-cast blade into the heart with your own hands.Sweet and painful, dripping with blood.

But when she thought of Enjolras, she was willing to stab the knife deeper, deeper.

The author has something to say: It is too difficult to fall in love with Enjolras, why should I write about the heroine falling in love with Enjolras (grabbing the land with the head)