[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

"Is there? - if I have, I must not remember it!" said Coronne. "I have been staying in Paris. Have you seen me before somewhere?"

"That sounds unlikely. I just came to Paris this year to study. However, I always feel that you look like a friend I know."

Corona felt that this must be the pinnacle of her acting skills in her life.She tried her best to look a little confused: "You said that you met me, and then you said that I was like your friend. I really don't understand." She complained, "What's your friend's name? Don't you Would you happen to know my father, or my sister?"

"Her name is Corona Evremonde. Do you remember?" said Courfeyrac.Corona had a feeling that although the other party seemed to be chatting casually, he was actually observing her carefully in secret.

"That's definitely not my sister." Coronna said, shrugging, "I'm afraid you misidentified the person."

"Corona Evermond?" Enjolras asked. "Isn't that the one who subsidized the literacy class for female workers?"

"What literacy class for women workers?" Courfeyrac asked.

"Ah, I forgot that you haven't heard of it when you first arrived in Paris." Enjolras said, "That lady rented a primary school in the factory area, and set up a literacy class for female workers... "

He paused, "However, there is someone here who is more suitable for introduction than me. Cole, tell me."

God, this must be God's punishment for hiding her identity.Corona shrugged: "I don't really understand, after all, I am neither a student nor a teacher there—but the literacy class was led by a female worker named Anne, and I happened to know her again, so Every time I talk about the topic of literacy classes here, I always talk more."

"It's his little girlfriend." Baalei added fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"What girlfriend! Don't talk nonsense, Bahore."

They apparently mistook her reluctance for shyness, and laughed teasingly together.Corona pursed her lips, deciding not to continue to pick up on this. "In short, I can only introduce some information I heard from them." She said, "I heard that this literacy class was originally Anne's idea."

She weighed her words very carefully, neither wanting to expose her identity so unpreparedly, nor to lie to them. "Everyone here is familiar with its development a little bit. Now I have to introduce it from the beginning. I really don't know how to start." She concealed, "It seems that they only planned to teach a few people at the beginning, and then the news spread Here, many female workers knew that it was free, and they all planned to listen to it. Maybe at first they had the mentality of joining in the fun, but later many people decided to continue learning, so their number increased. Divided into several classes—that’s how it’s been taught until now.”

"You're summarizing too briefly," said someone behind them.

"Fuilly! When did you come here?"

"I just got off work—just came in," said Feuilly.Several people hurriedly moved the tables and chairs, and put the three small tables together.Feuilly sat down again and continued: "What they did, in my opinion, is very remarkable. This should be the first literacy class for female workers in Paris. As far as I know, there is no second one. Not only does it not charge tuition fees, but it also pays the female workers who have studied well in reverse. Just last winter, I don’t know how many people were saved. Miss Evermond, who taught them, even compiled the teaching materials herself, and compiled them very carefully. "

"Feuil works in a fan factory, and the printing factory is next door. He and a few other workers sometimes help to print textbooks and various pamphlets for the literacy class." Enjolras introduced to Courfeyrac, "For that Literacy classes for women workers, the two of them know the most. I would say that although we all have the ambition to change the suffering of the people, these two are probably the two of us who have done the most practical things."

"What kind of a real thing is this! Forget about Feuilly, what I can do is really limited. At most, I will occasionally bring this matter up here for a chat, and then pass on everyone's ideas." Corona said.

"You're more than a sounding board, Cole."

"I hope!" Corona said with a smile.

It was really the longest evening she had ever spent in Collins.

She kept trying to change the subject without a trace, and soon she did succeed--it is easy for young people to jump from one thing to another in the ramblings of young people.But this does not mean that she also successfully diverted Courfeyrac's attention.Throughout the night, she could always keenly feel his vague gaze.This gaze may be hidden to the young students, but to Corona who goes to the noble banquet, it has not been hidden to the point where she can't find it.

Courfeyrac must have recognized her more or less.

But he didn't say it out—why?Is it because he was so kind and tacitly lied for her?Is it because he wants to take advantage of it and use it as a threat to achieve any exchange of benefits in the future?Or did he not recognize her, or was he not sure of her identity?Maybe a little bit of all three.But these are untenable, in the final analysis, she is not sure that he will not recognize him at all, or will not speak at all.

What is he thinking?Corona couldn't figure out his thoughts at all.Such worries were quite exhausting. When she came home at night, she took off her coat and sat down on a chair, so tired that she almost didn't want to take off the disguise.

From that day on she began to dislike Courfeyrac.

When they met at Courfeyrac's house, they still admired each other quite a bit.It was not because he had changed that she hated him now.Seriously speaking, during these years, Corona has become more.She hated Courfeyrac, not because of him, but because she had always regarded the tavern in Collins as a sanctuary, a place of escape during those evenings disguised as Cole: Considering social relationships, you don’t have to flatter anyone, and you don’t have to deliberately put on airs; you don’t need to take care of anyone, and you won’t be taken care of; as a lonely teenager, Cole has no responsibility and is not subject to any constraints, regardless of family or society. They didn't make any demands on her, it was like going back to her childhood life, when she could do whatever she wanted, learn painting if she wanted to, and refuse to learn sewing if she didn't want to.You can make friends with whoever you like, and you don't have to worry about your status and wealth.In the gap between supporting the family alone and taking care of the lives of poor women workers, she obtained a false, fleeting, but still joyful freedom.

Courfeyrac shattered this fantasy overnight.

Although Coronna was more or less aware of this problem before, she made excuses and was always procrastinating.The appearance of Courfeyrac finally proved to her that this was a problem that delay could not solve.The name Cole Caton is not independent of her other identity. Collins is not a paradise, but still a part of the world in which she lives.The freedom belonging to a false identity is also false, and once her identity is exposed, this freedom may be lost immediately.

She was unwilling to face such a result, so it was unfair to blame Courfeyrac.She herself understood this truth, but the grievance and injustice in her heart were really hard to dispel, and there must be an outlet——Courfeyrac unfortunately became the scapegoat.

Out of this hatred, and out of fear of being exposed, she deliberately hid Courfeyrac from then on.But Courfeyrac was hard to hide: a well-to-do, idle college student always had a lot of time, and he could even go to Collins every night.As for Corona, she only has one or two nights in a week that she can barely manage at her disposal.

She could not help running into Courfeyrac often.Maybe because of her guilty conscience, every time she met, she always felt that Courfeyrac's attitude towards her was different from that of ordinary people. The more friendly Courfeyrac was, the more guilty she felt—he must have discovered something, but he neither made it public. I questioned it, and I didn't ask her in private.Corona harbored the hope that he might forget about it, knowing in her heart that it was impossible.So the more Courfeyrac kept silent, the more flustered she became.In the end, she even began to hope that Courfeyrac would speak out quickly—he would have said it earlier, and had simply made this decision for her, so that she would not have to speak by herself and didn't know what to say!

Collins was no longer a source of freedom, but another kind of torture.Every time she went there, she always had to worry about whether Courfeyrac would appear; he did, and she kept watching his reaction.It was more tiring than a noble banquet, and in the end, she gradually stopped going there much.

"You can go to his house and find him?" said Courfeyrac, as he entered Collins.It was still afternoon, and the workers had not yet finished their work. Collins was empty except for that one table, so their conversation could be heard clearly at the door.

"I have been—there is no one in his house," replied Enjolras.

"But he's supposed to live there anyway?"

"Yes. I asked the surrounding residents, and they said there are still people coming and going."

"That's good. You can go at a different time next time, and I will knock on the door when I pass by. --- Ah, good afternoon, Goofy!"

The three of them hit it off immediately, and they got along very well, and Combeferre could no longer call him by his full name.Courfeyrac sat down on the third side of the table, between them. "Good afternoon! What door are you knocking on?"

"It's Cole. Enjolras wants to borrow one of his English books. It's hard to buy in Paris now. I asked several second-hand bookstores and they said they don't have any."

"I thought about it too." Enjolras nodded towards Courfeyrac, and continued the original topic, "but he said that he has a sister—if we go rashly and bump into the female family members, it will be a bit awkward I'm sorry. After all, you and I have never met his sister, she should not recognize us."

"Didn't he say that his sister hardly lived at home?" asked Combeferre.

"I'm afraid that might be his excuse to comfort us. After all, the room is full of women's clothing and daily necessities, cosmetics are on the dressing table, and I saw a pair of women's shoes next to the bed. If his sister really There is another place to live, these things should be put away."

"So Cole has a sister?" Courfeyrac asked interestedly. "His sister doesn't live with him—is she married?"

"...Thinking about it carefully, he really didn't say that his sister didn't live with him." Combeferre said slowly, thinking back, "but he said that his sister and father had some troubles before, Therefore, it may be considered that the two places are separated...even, maybe the house we went to at the beginning was not his own, but his sister's? After all, he led us not through the main entrance, but through a small path behind .”

"You're confusing me, it seems like there's a long story behind it—so what's going on?" Courfeyrac asked.

So Combeferre told him the whole story of the riot: they didn't see it as anything worth hiding.But Courfeyrac listened with twinkling eyes and felt that everything was coming together.

I see!He thought in his heart, so that's the case, so everything can be explained.

The author has something to say: the lost horse will be a little behind...

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