[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Basil was right.

Apart from taking care of some property issues, occasionally participating in social gatherings, and occasionally replying to Fantine, Corona devoted almost all of her time to painting, standing in front of the drawing board for several hours every day.However, Basil wasn't satisfied with the picture she drew—Korona herself wasn't satisfied either.

"If it was a year ago, I wouldn't believe this is your work, Corona." He reprimanded euphemistically, "You love painting and have talent, but I can't see emotion in these pictures. It is a work that uses skilled techniques, but it is not art. If it is a male painter, this is fine, but for you, you can obviously do better."

Corona listened to his comments in dismay, without answering.Afraid that his tone was too harsh, Basil slowed down his voice to comfort her: "Actually, you don't have to be so anxious. Your skills are basically complete. On top of this, the more you have to continue to improve, the more difficult and longer it will be. What's more, for art, different life experiences will also bring about different ways of expression. You are still young, don't rush for a while, and you shouldn't imitate themes and styles that you haven't realized yet. You just need to express yourself Just fine."

"I understand what you're saying, but... Maybe I'm too anxious." Corona admitted in a low voice,

"Or maybe you have too many things to do now. Now you have to manage the family property, study law, social etiquette, paint, and take time to think about your father and sister?" Basil looked at it lovingly My student, "This is not the life that ordinary little girls should live, Corona, you should give yourself a vacation."

"If I don't want to suffer what other little girls don't have, what right do I have to say that I want the freedom that ordinary little girls can't get?" Corona retorted subconsciously, paused, and sighed again: "—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to refute you. I...I think I may have spent too much time dealing with those lawyers and nobles."

Basil smiled at her indulgently. "Nothing. I understand that it's not easy to deal with money or the law—but as a painter, why don't you go and see Paris in the Springtime?"

The rainy days have finally passed, and with the arrival of spring, there are more pedestrians on the street.Coronne walked on Boulevard Saint-Germain, looked around, and couldn't help smiling: she saw that the flower beds and trees on the street were covered with greenery, the students were chatting freely in the small coffee shop by the side of the road, and well-dressed men and women were walking on the street. Some of them had a book under their armpits.All kinds of people are so happy and full of vitality that people will almost forget the many sufferings in Paris for a while——

At this moment, in the crowd ahead, a vagrant rushed over.

The child seemed to be in a hurry, ran very fast, lost her feet, and bumped into a student who was a few steps ahead of her. into Corona's arms.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry!"

Corona was dressed in men's clothing today, and while the child was talking, he turned around and wanted to continue running, but was grabbed by her.The child struggled and turned around to kick her. Coronna dodged sideways, grabbed his other hand, and cut both hands behind her back.The child couldn't kick her, and kept yelling: "Oh! Sir, what are you doing! I just bumped into you and didn't even stain your clothes! Please let me go, sir, my mother is still here!" I'm sick at home, my sister is only two years old, please show mercy!"

"Why do you want to make trouble with a child?" The student who was bumped before came to her side to persuade her, his voice was very gentle, "You see, this child has no intentions, and he has already apologized to you. Even if you won't forgive him, why waste your time on such a trivial matter?"

"If he didn't mean it, I wouldn't bother with him." Corona replied, "Why don't you look for it on him, maybe you can find your wallet and mine."

The students looked surprised.To Corona's surprise, he didn't search directly, but bent down and asked the child, "Is that so?"

"Let go of me! I didn't do it, let me go!"

"Stealing is an improper act, and so is cheating. If you really encounter difficulties in life, you can speak up and I am willing to help you." The student still bent over and talked to the waif, "If you really I stole the wallet, and I hope you can return them to me and this gentleman."

"I haven't, I haven't! Let me go, sir!" cried the waif.

"If you insist like this, then I'll have to call the patrol over there." Corona warned, "It won't do me any good to send you to jail, so you return your wallet obediently, then we can All is well. Now, let me let go of your hand, and don't play any tricks."

In fact, the patrolman had noticed the movement here and walked towards them.As she spoke, she let go of one hand, and the boy obediently took out two wallets from his body and stuffed them into the student's hand. "Let me go!"

"Wait a moment, please," said the student, and he quickly opened his wallet, took out a five-franc piece and put it in the boy's hand.The boy gave him a surprised look, broke away from Corona's hand and ran away in a hurry.The patrolman had almost reached them, and was about to chase after them, but Corona took a step to the side to block him.

"It's just that the child accidentally bumped into me while walking, and I'll teach him a few words, officer." She said with a smile, "There is nothing illegal here."

Not every cop believes in the law as Javert does.Hearing what she said, the policeman saw that the students next to him didn't intend to call the police, so he walked away with the mentality that more things are worse than less things.Corona was now facing the student. "Thank you for saving my wallet." The student thanked him with a smile, "How can I repay you for this?"

"You don't need to repay, after all, I also want to save my wallet." Corona nodded politely to him.

"Is there really nothing I can do for you?"

"I thank you for your kindness, but this is just incidental to me. You don't need to worry about it."

"So, have a nice day."

The student said goodbye to her with a smile. His appearance could only be regarded as ordinary, but when he smiled, he was peaceful and stretched, which made people feel quiet in his heart. "—By the way." She suddenly remembered, and stopped the other party again, "If you don't mind, I have a question."

"Please speak."

"The kid stole your wallet. If you let him go, I can understand. But why do you want to give him money?"

"The child has a sick mother. Five francs should suffice for a visit to the doctor."

"Do you really believe it?" Corona laughed a little absurdly, "That's a street bum, sir. An honest child who only wants to treat his mother's illness will not be so proficient in stealing, I think that's just a rhetoric to trick you into softening your heart."

"Maybe. But what if it's true?"

Corona was silent for a moment. "You are a wonderful man, sir," she said sincerely. "Good-bye."

She actually saw the student again the next day.

That afternoon she sat by the river until dusk, drawing several sketches of the street scene and the interior of the cafe. When she was looking up at the passers-by on the side of the road, she saw a student hurrying past outside with a few books in her pocket. Occasionally, he glanced to the side and saw her too.The two nodded and smiled politely at each other, and he walked over without saying hello.

When Corona and the student looked at each other for the third time in the cafe after a day, the two of them laughed at the same time.

Paris is a big city, and among the vast crowds, it can be said that they met three times in a row, which can be said to be an extreme coincidence. "I swear, I didn't follow you," she joked.

"Me neither." The student replied with a gentle smile. He opened the chair next to Corona and invited Corona to sit down, "Please allow me to thank you again for saving my wallet. I am the public Fei, studying in Marseilles right now."

He held out his hand.