[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Building a school is not an easy task.

Of course, Corona has money and contacts, which solves most of the troubles.Recruiting teachers, not to mention principals, remains a difficult problem.After several months of deliberation, Corona finally hired an old nun who was born in a religious order as the principal: on the one hand, she has rich teaching experience, and she is kind and tolerant. Strict rules to restrain others; on the other hand, this is also a compromise of the power of the church.

Then, how should the school's rules be formulated, what is the scope of enrollment, what is the tuition fee, what is the subsidy, what courses are to be set up, and even the desks, chairs, and student uniforms. Everything still needs Corona to participate in the discussion and formulate together.She put all her heart and soul into this matter, she didn't even pick up oil paintings, and she didn't care about the social situation and political environment.At most, she heard what the women workers had seen from their chats with the ABC.

But from the information of this scaly claw, she can also perceive that the whole society is becoming more and more unstable.

In factory districts, some workers complain about low wages and increasingly high taxes.At Collins the students talked of a certain sergeant who had gone to Algiers and was never heard from again.Even at the occasional gatherings Corona attended, she could hear some merchants and nobles frowning and complaining about the increasingly strict publishing controls.The people were growing disillusioned with the king and the government, and there was nothing Corona could do about it.At best, she made a pre-established relationship with the chief of police, and then gave the women workers a second training session on firearms.The concierge, Mr. Mazlo, is getting old and deaf and blind. Corona secretly planned to find a gardener so that the family would have an extra man in his prime, so that they would be more secure in case of accidents, but she couldn't find a safe and reliable one for a while. candidates.

Jean Valjean was equally keenly aware of the change of situation, perhaps earlier than she herself.Neither of the two talked about it, and a glance at each other showed that the other could not be persuaded to change his ways.But they coincidentally pay more attention to the safety of Fantine and Cosette.

For Cosette, at such a time when people's hearts were fluctuating, the small family still maintained the illusion of stability.Every morning we eat together, and there is always talk and laughter at the dinner table.After breakfast, the maid came to clear the table, while Jean Valjean went to get the letters from the mailbox, sorted and sorted the stack of letters, and most of them belonged to Coronne.These are all routine things, but on this day, he took out a letter alone and put it on the top and handed it to her. "A letter from the Darnays," he said with a little smile.

For Jean Valjean, both Charles Darnay and Sidney Carton were his benefactors.Now that Carton has passed away, he has no contact with the Darney family, but he always maintains respect in his heart.Corona knew about this relationship, and whenever Dane's family had a letter, she would always show him or summarize the general content of the letter and inform him.Therefore, she did not shy away from opening the letter in front of Jean Valjean, but her expression changed suddenly while she was reading it, and she stood up abruptly, and the chair fell back with her skirt, making a loud noise.Jean Valjean, startled, looked at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you all right?"

Coronna clutched the letter in panic. "Uncle Charles..."

It was only when she opened her mouth that she realized that her voice was hoarse, and she cleared her throat before speaking, "Sister Lucy said... Uncle Charles is seriously ill. He wants me to go back to England."

Jean Valjean also grew pale.Corona handed over the thin piece of letter paper with trembling hands, and then looked at him nervously, as if expecting Jean Valjean to say that she had misread it, and that what was written in the letter was irrelevant.But Jean Valjean read the letter several times without uttering a word, but his face became more and more gloomy.

Even though it was early summer, the study room was as cold as an ice cave, and the two stood facing each other, neither of them could say anything.When Jean Valjean finally spoke, his voice was low and hoarse: "You want to go home."

"Yes." Corona said, "I'm going to book tickets now. Tomorrow...no, I'll leave tonight."

She walked out hastily, tripped over the leg of the overturned chair and ignored it, supported the table to stand firm, then walked out quickly, stopped suddenly in the corridor outside, turned around and asked: "Do you want to go with me?" I go back together?"

"--I?"

"Yes. I think Uncle Charles would like to see you, too."

"But……"

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but just sighed deeply. "Me!" he just repeated, as if that was the answer.When Cosette came up from downstairs, she was startled by the two people blocking the stairs. "What is the matter?" she asked anxiously, looking back and forth between Coronne and Jean Valjean.

"Nothing," said Coronne, still looking directly at Jean Valjean. "You don't want to go?"

"But what about Cosette and Fantine?"

"...What's the matter with my mother?" Cosette asked in a low voice.

"I'm going to England." Corona turned to explain to her.

Cosette nodded, but she was obviously not convinced, because Coronne used to go back and forth between Paris and London once or twice a year, and this shouldn't be news that should cause any fuss. "If you let your husband go with you this time, there will be no one to take care of it. Would you like to live in the manor in the south for a while?" she asked.

Cosette looked at Jean Valjean with bright eyes, but he did not directly deny it. "Are you all going to be gone for a long time?" she asked.

"I can't tell either." Corona replied.

"Then you go! My mother and I will just stay here and wait." Cosette replied bluntly.

"So, who's looking after you here?" Corona asked.

"Why do we need someone to take care of us? My mother, Dusan and Master Mazlo are all here, and there is nothing that cannot be resolved at home. If someone comes to you and Mr. Jean, I will do what I did before. Ask them to leave a name note and send you a letter."

Corona froze for a moment, then looked at Cosette in surprise.Cosette looked back at her with a natural look—she wasn't trying to show off, nor was she trying to comfort Corona.She sincerely felt that she and her mother did not need others to take care of them.

This is more or less the innocence of being pampered. Cosette has never seen riots, revolutions, and power struggles among nobles. daily life.But Corona didn't blame her. Looking at Cosette at this moment, she only felt moved and relieved: it seemed that suddenly, the poor little girl curled up in her cloak had also grown into a beautiful and sensible girl. Older children can learn to be independent.

But she still didn't agree right away. "Recently the situation is not stable, and the situation in the south may be better. ——You can discuss it with Mr. Rang first, and wait for me to buy a ticket to come back, how about it?"

Cosette nodded, and Corona went out in a hurry, not even caring about changing into the clothes she was going out with.She hired a carriage to the station, bought two tickets for the evening, and when she came back, not only Cosette and Jean Valjean, but Fantine was waiting for her in the study.

"We have agreed to let Mr. go with you, so that you will be safer on the road." She said.

Corona nodded: "What about you?"

"We asked Mr. Jean, but none of us understand the political situation as well as you. Corona, tell me, will a revolution really break out now?"

Corona sat next to her, tried to calm down, and slowly recalled all the situations she came into contact with. "I can't make a conclusion. These days, I don't have the energy to pay much attention to the situation in this area. But if I ask you, the current dissatisfaction with the government is the most widespread in these years, and the voice of opposition is also the loudest. In particular, not only The people, even the big businessmen and some small nobles have some complaints. I think that if there is a suitable time to mobilize the power of all walks of life, it is not impossible to have a complete revolution. However, before mobilizing, No one can say how powerful the revolution is. What I am afraid of is, what will happen if many innocent people are sacrificed like the French Revolution?"

"But, like the French Revolution, will it be spared even in the provinces?" asked Fantine.

Corona was questioned.

"If not, I think it might be better to stay in Paris, at least we are already familiar with it, and if anything happens, at least you can ask your friends for help." Luck, if you are unlucky, maybe it will be even more chaotic."

"Yes, there's no need for us to leave Paris!" Cosette interrupted hastily, "If it's not safe outside, then my mother and I should stay at home and try not to go out. We don't go out often, do we? "

"Do you really want to stay in Paris?" asked Corona.Cosette nodded eagerly.

Corona was in turmoil, while Jean Valjean was calm, and he couldn't help but worry about Charles Darnay's condition. Neither of them cared if there was anything wrong with Cosette's behavior. "Okay, then you stay in Paris. Be sure to pay attention to safety." Corona finally made a decision.

The train for her and Jean Valjean is at eight o'clock in the evening. In the afternoon, they still have to pack their luggage, and there are still a few unfinished paintings that need to be explained. There are many things to be busy. After making a decision, they are in a hurry at noon and in the afternoon. pass.At six o'clock, without time for supper, Coronne and Jean Valjean went out together.But the backyard door and the room door were closed, and neither Fantine nor Cosette went out again.

But in the evening, Cosette opened the door anyway, and went into the garden behind the house.There was a stone bench under the hibiscus tree, and she sat on the bench, facing the garden under the night, meditating.

A moment later, a small stone was thrown at her feet, and it landed in the grass with a soft splash. Cosette raised her head and saw a pair of eyes looking at her from beyond the iron fence surrounded by vines.She stood up immediately and walked forward quickly.

This location will be covered by the dense hibiscus tree canopy in spring and summer, and the two girls cannot be seen from the windows on the second and third floors.They have met many times, and they have already established a tacit understanding. No need to say anything, Cosette handed out a paper bag through the gap in the fence, and Eponine took it, opened it and gnawed on the bread inside, not caring about the meal. etiquette.Cosette leaned against the railing and chatted with her.

"Corona got a letter today saying that Mr. Darnay was seriously ill, so she and her father went to London in a hurry. --By the way, did I tell you about Mr. Darnay? He is Coronne. Lorna's childhood neighbor is said to be like her relatives. But I have never met that gentleman. I only know that she goes back and forth to London once or twice a year to reunite with their family. My mother always said that when I was young The gentleman came to see us, but I have no recollection of it."

Éponine stopped swallowing and looked up. "You said they're all gone?" she asked vaguely.

Cosette nodded.

"Then it's just you and your mother?"

"No, there are Toussaint and Master Mazlo." Cosette said seriously.

Eponine sneered.Dusan is not young anymore, and Master Mazlo is even older. In the eyes of the gangsters, he is nothing at all. "Don't tell anyone else about this." She seriously instructed.

"Except you, I don't have many friends to talk to." Cosette replied, obviously not thinking it was a serious matter.Éponine had had enough of her insensitivity, and impatiently knocked hard on the bars, which startled Cosette. "Don't tell me!" she threatened fiercely.Cosette looked at her in surprise, but finally agreed.

The author has something to say: In the original novel, Cosette was unwilling to move because of her private meeting with Marius.Cosette's reluctance to move here is for a private meeting... Eponine...

Let me feel sorry for Marius for ten seconds (