[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Gong Baifei rented a room with others near the school. Originally, the room was divided into two halves with a wooden plank, and a bed was placed in each. Look cramped.Just in June, the senior who rented with him had finished his studies and returned to his hometown, and half of the room was vacant, just in time for Enjolras to live in.Combeferre and Corona helped him bring his things in, and set to work.

Enjolras' luggage was very simple: a bag of clothes for the four seasons, a few books, some bow ties, pens and other odds and ends, and a bag of coins.I don't know if this luggage is a study tour or a refugee, even Gongbeferre has more luggage than him.

Cole unabashedly showed a surprised expression.He looked at Enjolras with that expression, as if to see if he would explain, but Enjolras said nothing, so he shrugged and helped put some books back on the shelf.

"You didn't bring Rousseau's book with you." He asked with a smile, uncovering the previously unspoken question.

"I know Combeferre will have it," said Enjolras, "and if Combeferre doesn't have one, you will have one too."

"It's a wise decision." Gongbeferre said with a smile, "otherwise the two rows of identical books lined up on the bookshelf must look very good."

"If that picture comes up, remember to ask me to draw a picture - no, wait a minute, there is indeed an identical book here. Why did you bring only the Philosophical Letters, Enjolras?" Cole ask.

"Forget about other books, but this book, I don't want to be thrown away after I leave." Enjolras replied coldly.

Combeferre and Cole looked at each other and frowned slightly. "What's the matter, Enjolras, you're having conflict with your father again?" Cole asked.

Enjolras' family relationship had never been harmonious, and even Cole knew it. "Well, we had a conflict when choosing a school—maybe you already know that my father forced me to go to seminary, and I secretly changed the school I applied for. When he found out, he was furious and even wanted to rush to tear me up. application form."

"I remember that the Polytechnic University you most want to get into is the Paris Polytechnic University." Cole said.

"That's right, but that application form has been broken into twenty pieces." Enjolras sneered, "Fortunately, he was completely caught in the anger of me secretly applying for the Polytechnic University of Paris, and he didn't think that I might apply for another exam A different major -- so I'm going to law school now instead of seminary."

Cole patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. "But at least you chose the law school yourself," he reassured, "and you are now at the same school as Combeferre."

"It's really a good thing—at least I'm finally in Paris." Enjolras said, with a smile in his eyes, "However, I hope that the three of us will be in the same school sometime."

"...I hope so too." Cole said softly, then shook his head with a smile, "Forget it. If there is anything we can help with, Enjolras, just ask."

Enjolras' eyes smiled at him. "Thank you."

"And you yourself, Cole," said Combeferre, "if there is anything we can do to help you—"

"I know." Cole replied, turned around, and neatly arranged the three volumes of French history on the bookshelf, and even the color echoed the color of the spine of the next column of Combeferre, which was pleasing to the eye.Combeferre looked at Enjolras who stooped to take out the clothes from the box, and looked at Cole who slightly tiptoed to put the books on the bookshelf, and felt an impulse to smile from the bottom of his heart.

It was as if he had left his home in the South and found another in Paris.Both Enjolras and Cole are close enough to surpass friends and become family members, and what is even more gratifying than this is that Enjolras has finally got rid of that suffocating family and has come to Paris to pursue revolution and freedom Combeferre doesn't know much about Cole's life, but he seems to know what he's doing, and it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with it—Commerfer is genuinely happy for them.

When they met a few years ago, although they were young, they each had their own problems.Everyone has the world in their hearts, but they are more or less trapped by the environment.Now they are finally reunited in Paris, finally freed from the old troubles, free to pursue their ideals - it seems that a new future is right in front of them.

The only fly in the ointment is that this reunion is too short.Cole bid farewell to them before 10:30 because of other things at home.At that time, the house was almost cleaned up, only the wooden boards separating the rooms and some dust accumulated under the bed. The two of them scrubbed together, and quickly cleaned up the house as clean as new.Enjolras rolled up his sleeves, and went to wash his hands at the tap in the corner, while Combeferre, who was standing by, seized him by the arm.

"What's going on here?" He asked in shock, and pulled up the sleeve of Enjolras' left hand, revealing a purple bruise on his upper arm.

Enjolras withdrew his hand and raised his eyebrows ironically. "That's how I got into law school."

"Your father beat you?!" asked Combeferre. "I thought he would be gentler after your mother died—he didn't—"

"Yeah, he did hold back for a few months. But when he found out that I had changed the school I applied for without telling him... you should have heard his roar at that time, Combeferre, I'll bet on the beam The dust of hundreds of years ago was shaken down by his roar." Enjolras said, even with a sneer that had nothing to do with his face, "The death of his mother only made him care more about his heir, he never Really seeing me, just wanting to control an heir according to his ideas. So you can imagine, once you find out that I am trying to get out of his control—”

"In any case, he used force against you—Enjolras, are you wounded elsewhere?" asked Combeferre, pulling him with rare force to sit down by the bed. There is ointment, wait a minute—”

Enjol pulled him by the hand.

"Don't be so nervous, this injury was several days ago, I promise, it will fade away quickly in a few days."

Still Combeferre examined it carefully, and, relieved to find no further wounds, sat down on the chair opposite him. "Speaking of which, maybe you should talk to Cole about it," he said. "I think his experience might be similar to yours."

"Like me? He thinks so highly of his father."

"I'm not saying that—I think he might be a runaway or runaway rich kid too."

Enjolras raised an eyebrow.

"First of all, he is obviously well-educated. You and I have written letters with him, and I am afraid that many college students do not have his vision and intelligence. And his paintings-I have seen his drawings a few times, if he does not have a Professor, if you can achieve that level by self-study, then we must have known the most talented painter in this century. Although his hands have calluses, they are not at all the hands that workers in factories would have."

"If he's a kid from a wealthy family, how come he wears clothes that don't fit every time we meet? It looks like he's wearing his father's clothes," Enjolras asked.

"I can't explain that either. I worried as much as you about whether he needed financial support, but every time we met, he never seemed to be underfed or underwarmed. Perhaps he Is your family still secretly supporting him?"

"He said that his family didn't support him learning to paint, and that his father loved him very much... Do you remember that after his father passed away, Cole stopped our correspondence for a while? If so, I'm afraid that something happened to his family at that time."

"I think so too." Combeferre nodded. "So, I thought maybe you could talk to him. Maybe your family circumstances are still very different, but even if he can't give useful advice, it's hard for you to complain to each other." There is nothing wrong with the wrapped family."

For a moment, Enjolras did seem a little moved.But he quickly pursed his lips stubbornly again. "Complaining is useless. I'm not going to waste precious time mourning what happened in the past, we still have so much to learn and so much to do."

Combeferre just looked at him sadly.

"Enjolras." He called his friend's name sincerely, and took his hand in both hands. "Life must contain pain, vulnerability, complaints and mourning. This is part of who we are as human beings. Don't you even me and Cole Can't you trust it?"

"Weakness does not solve the problem," said Enjolras. "Many things you believe in—love, beauty, softness, sadness, poetry—are too fragile and too easily destroyed in the face of reality. We have to be strong. , to leave room for the soft things to survive.”

"I do not deny your reasoning, Enjolras. But one does not need to protect soft things by turning oneself into stone," said Combeferre. "Perhaps I should go to university a year late and stay at home with the You together—I am sorry that you have to face your mother's death alone, Enjolras."

Enjolras shook his head. "Don't say that. How could it be your fault?"

Combeferre sighed softly. "Talk to Cole. If you don't think it's useful, take it as a reassurance, okay?"

Enjolras showed a look of disapproval, but in the end, he nodded slowly.

The author has something to say: this chapter is from the perspective of Enjolras & Combeferre, so Corona is called "Cole".

Enjolras & Combeferre: Crazy brain supplement, digressing thousands of miles.

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Enjolras' family background included is personal.

Hugo's description of Enjolras in the original Les Miserables is this:

"He poured out only one passion: human rights; one volition: the removal of obstacles. . . . The throat could not have moved him more; for him, as for Almodius, the flowers serve only to hide the sword. He never shows his face in joy. He never shows anything that has nothing to do with the republic. Seeing it, I lowered my eyes shyly."

Of course, we know that this is a romantic and deified description of characters, with elements of artistic processing.But leaving aside the perspective of artistic processing, just looking at such a person...

... Don't you think there must be something wrong with his psychology? ! !

So I wandered between "writing him as an adult" and "maintaining the idealized image of the original book", and filled in some of my own personal settings.Part of Enjolras' character was influenced by his control-crazed father, so he eventually grew into a person who struggled against violence and pursued freedom, probably like this.

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Then, two more things:

1. Due to the requirements of the list, an update was added yesterday.

2....I'm sorry everyone, I'm going to ask for leave again...

I don't want to either! !Anyway, sorry! ! !This article is probably poisonous. After opening it, all kinds of things will fall from the sky! ! !Next time I will save the full text and start the article! ! !

It will probably take about a week or two, not more than two weeks! I will definitely be back before the 15th!

In addition, in short, the main reason (probably 90%) for taking a leave of absence is that there is no time, and various things in the three dimensions.But there are also a small number of people who can't adjust their mood because of recent events. They have a little time to open the document, and they always feel dissatisfied with what they write.Including this chapter, I felt bad after writing it, deleted it and changed it, and temporarily dragged it to the present.

The pockets are getting tighter and tighter, the threshold is getting higher and higher, and the scrutiny is getting stricter.While writing about the 19th century boys and girls pursuing freedom, in the new era of communist countries in the 21st century, I was told, "You can't write this, you can't write that, and everything that has been written is blocked."

How can I write about the so-called freedom.

Even though my own article may have been lucky enough not to touch the line drawn this time, it is really sad as a reader and an author.

"Jane Eyre" and "Anna Karenina" are the third party. "The Thorn Bird" is an unlucky love. "Lolita" is pedophilia. The heroines of La Traviata and Ball-of-Fat are prostitutes. "Les Miserables" describes prostitutes and revolutions.But their literary and artistic value far exceeds these moral labels.

Of course, not every literary creation has the same value, but the outstanding works of each era are washed away by the waves, emerging from the midst of countless mediocre works.These great works would never have been produced had the subject matter of any shade been entirely banned.

Of course, I can't change anything, so there's no use complaining.On behalf of myself, I can only ask you to never report any online creation, even if it is a work that you do not agree with.