[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Cosette was placed in the hotel where Caton stayed, sharing a room with Corona.That night, when Corona returned, Cosette was sitting by the bed, staring at a big doll in pink.That's how she "plays": sitting there, staring at the doll, and she's content.When Corona entered the room, she jumped out of bed and whispered hello to her with folded hands.

"Good evening." Corona greeted her with a smile.Afterwards, she didn't talk much to Cosette, but just went to get the drawing board and charcoal by herself: After getting along these few days, she has realized that Cosette is the most relaxed when she is not being noticed.Maybe it was because at the hotel, not being noticed meant she could breathe a sigh of relief.Cosette's eyes followed her for a while, and when she saw that she was not talking to him, she turned her eyes back to the doll.Corona put the drawing board in front of the bed, picked up the pen, and carefully watched her face.Cosette noticed the gaze and turned her head.

"I just want to draw a picture for you, is that okay?" Corona asked softly.

Cosette nodded, waiting for her order with a little anxiety: she had never seen anyone draw a picture, she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't know what she should do at this time.Corona told her, "Just sit where you are."

So Cosette sat obediently, watching Corona trace lines and shapes she could not see on the drawing board.It took a lot of work to draw a picture, and it was almost unimaginable for a child to sit for such a long period of boredom, but Cosette sat there quietly all the time, looking at her, without even changing her posture a little.Ke Luona was afraid that she would not dare to move around and her body would become stiff, so she asked specially: "If you feel tired from sitting, you can change your posture. It's okay."

"I'm not tired," said Cosette in a low voice, but after a while her shoulders gradually sank, and she no longer sat upright.While drawing, Corona looked for topics to chat with her: "Do you want to know why I suddenly want to paint you?"

She could see that Cosette didn't have such curiosity, she asked purely out of obedience: "Why?"

"I want to give this painting to your mother. She misses you very much, but she is sick and can't see you yet, so I will bring her a portrait of you."

Cosette nodded.

"Do you want to know what's wrong with her?"

"What's wrong?"

"She had a bad cough, and she had a low-grade fever a few days ago, but it has subsided now. She lived a very poor life before, because she didn't want you to suffer poverty with her, so she didn't pick you up."

She tried to get Cosette to ask more questions: the child was too quiet and well-behaved.This is different from the quietness and obedience she had when she was a child. Cosette almost has no independent opinions at all. She is completely treated as a slave by the Dana family, and slaves only need to obey orders. Think, let alone violate.However, only when the topic of mother was mentioned, Cosette would ask a little more. Maybe the warm memory of her mother in her childhood still left a little afterglow. "What does it look like to be poor?"

"She has to work from before dawn every day until late at night. She often doesn't have enough to eat. In winter, she can only drink frozen water and has no warm clothes. That's why she suffers from coughing."

"Then why didn't she take me? I can lead such a life!" said Cosette in a matter of course.

After a pause, she added: "The water I drink in winter is not frozen. But if my mother doesn't beat me or scold me, then I am willing to drink frozen water."

Corona's hand trembled, and a line was drawn crookedly.She bent down hurriedly, pretending to wipe off the trace of that piece, to cover her expression. "...You don't have to live that kind of life anymore." After a while, she stabilized her voice, "When your mother recovers from her illness, and when you gain weight and become healthier, you can live happily ever after. Together, we don’t have to work so hard every day.”

Cosette showed a fascinated expression, and stopped asking questions.She is very convinced of Corona and Carton who rescued her from the Thénardier's house, and Mr. Mayor who has only met her once but is very pleasant to her.Cosette always believed what they said.

After a while, Corona asked again: "Have you seen paintings before? Do you like them?"

She didn't dare to bring up the previous topic again, fearing that she would lose control of her emotions in front of Cosette.

"There is a picture in the lobby of the hotel," said Cosette. "I have only seen that one, and M. Thenardier says it is a painting. I... I don't know whether I like it or not."

Considering the environment in which she grew up, Corona really couldn't blame her for not being educated enough.She temporarily put down her paintbrush and rummaged through the box to find a stack of papers that were not too big.She handed the stack of papers to Cosette: "These are also paintings, take a look, do you like them?"

Cosette looked at the first picture above, and exclaimed in a low voice: "This is Mr. Carton!"

"It's him." Corona replied.

This stack of papers is a practice for her during her travels.It takes too much time and space to set up the drawing board, not to mention the troublesome things like mixing paints. Sometimes, before going to bed, she leans on the bedside table and draws a small sketch by the light of the oil lamp, which can be used as a practice pen.The top picture shows Caton in that old windbreaker, with a suitcase in his hand. "I like this one," whispered Cosette.

Behind it are some scenery along the way, there are also street scenes, there are all kinds of people encountered on the road, lonely tree trunks in the snow, and there is even a picture of Mr. Mayor of Madeleine at the end.Because the mayor didn't have time to sit down and observe her quietly for a long time—it's not polite to stare at him for a long time while talking—that picture didn't quite look like it, but Cosette still recognized it at a glance. "I like the pictures. They are . . . like the real Mr. Caton and Madeleine."

"These are just my practice, it's not very good." Coronna explained to her while drawing the curly hair on her left side, "Using paper and pen to draw out the real scene and show it to people, this is painting Some people have been trained for a long time, and they can paint better, the colors are more evenly toned, and the pictures they paint are more beautiful. These people are painters.”

"Are you a painter?"

"That's my goal."

As she said that, she put down the brush and called Cosette to come over: "Look at the you I drew."

Cosette circled the drawing board expectantly.

But it was not like Caton and M. Madeleine, who could be recognized at a glance.On the drawing paper is a girl who is fatter than her and looks much cuter than her, with neat curly hair, big eyes, and round cheeks.Cosette opened her eyes wide and looked at the drawing paper: "Am I like this?" she asked, unable to believe how good-looking she was.

"When you gain weight and become healthy, that's it." Corona replied, "I just drew your future appearance in advance."

Cosette opened her eyes wide: "How do you see what I will look like in the future?"

"You see, there are bones under the skin of a human being. The same is true for a human face, with bones growing under it. The flesh on the face can easily change—for example, the eyebrows can become thinner and thicker, longer and shorter, A man can grow a beard, and the shape of his cheeks and chin will change due to his fatness or thinness. But the general shape of the bones will not change. Therefore, as long as you can see the shape of the bones, even a slight change in the flesh will still not make you feel uncomfortable. People admit their mistakes."

Seeing that Cosette half-understood, she took the two portraits of Caton and Mr. Madeleine, and added the same beard to them: "Look, don't they look like the original ones? What does it look like?"

Cosette nodded.

"Can you still recognize Mr. Carton and Mr. Madeleine?"

Cosette recognized it easily.

"That's right. M. Madeleine's face is wider—his jaw is wider and more angular, you see here. His eyes are larger, and they are set a little further apart. And his eyes are The distance across the entire face, the height of the bridge of the nose, the height gap between the eyes and the lips...these are determined by the bones and will not change."

She cleverly avoided the topic, and didn't mention why she painted "Cosette of the future" instead of "Cosette of the present"--naturally, when she showed it to Fantine, Cosette Look better and healthier, and Fantine will be less worried.But after all, this is the appearance she guessed based on the shape of the bones, and it is not the real appearance of Cosette a month later. It was more beautiful and clean than the draft, and there was no coloring, so I stopped writing and put the painting aside.She changed a new drawing paper and taught Cosette how to hold a pen, how to draw lines and adjust colors.

The next day, she brought Cosette's portrait with her, as well as two paintings drawn by Cosette herself—even though those two paintings had only naive lines and color blocks, Fantine still loved them like treasures and held them in her hands. It looked and looked. "Look how bright the colors are!" she said, full of admiration, as if admiring the frescoes of the cathedral. "She painted it herself? She can draw, my little Cosette is very good! Has she ever learned to read? Yes." Did the Dana family teach her first?"

"It's me," Corona said. "She hasn't learned to read yet, and I'm trying to teach her. Or would you prefer to teach her yourself?"

Fantine was all right at the moment.She was holding those paintings, as if she was holding an authentic Leonardo da Vinci. "Okay!" She said happily, "If she still has some things that she doesn't know, then I will teach her! If she has already passed the plenary session of what I know, then you will teach, you know a lot more than me Ah, dear little Cosette, she is old enough to learn to write and draw. My little lady! She must look very lovely with a pen! Has she ever scratched a paper? When I was learning to read, I scratched the paper, and now I can't write well. Did she get dirty on her dress when she was drawing?"

She pestered Corona non-stop for a day, and her voice was a little hoarse when it got dark, but she was still reluctant to let her go back.Corona coaxed her in every possible way, and threatened her with the doctor's words, and finally rescued her only after M. Madeleine came to visit before dinner.Outside the door of the ward, Corona looked back at the room, and sighed helplessly and worriedly. "When Cosette and she are reunited, nothing will ever separate them."

"What a touching mother," exclaimed M. Madeleine. "I hope they never have to be separated again."

Corona's little face looked even more worried.

"You don't know that's what I'm afraid of."

The author has something to say: The author was so busy in three dimensions that he even forgot to set up the manuscript box _(:з」∠)_I’m sorry everyone......

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After sending it out, I found out, ah, today is the beginning of the 26th!Not updated yesterday! (.

Is really busy dizzy, lost IQ (.