[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

"What society?" asked Feuilly.

"Revolution!" Bahoret said eagerly.

"We definitely can't directly call ourselves a revolutionary society." Cole frowned and said, "That's too dangerous. It's just rushing to give the police a hand. We need a cover."

"I have no objection—but proceed with caution," said Combeferre.

They had a lively discussion for a while, and Enjolras just listened in silence.But when he finally spoke, there was an involuntary silence around the table: "I think it's a good idea to form a club—we can be more unified in our goals and act more unitedly. But there are risks. I think our goals It is revolution, freedom and human rights, and no one should object to it. But what name to use as a cover also needs to be carefully considered.”

"Study group?" Bossuet asked.

"Do you think half of us here are serious about studying?" Ruoli laughed, "But I think learning is a good idea. Or education?"

"Education is good!" Gongbefei responded positively, "How about civic education?"

"Is the citizen still a little sensitive?" Cole asked.

"Girls' education?" Bahore asked, clearly teasing him.Several people laughed, but Cole didn't smile. Instead, he pursed his lips, looking slightly displeased.

"Forget about women's education, few of us really know anything about women's education—even if it's a cover, it should be a topic that everyone can talk about a few words."

"And children's education?" asked Combeferre.

It passed unanimously.But then it was difficult to name it.No matter how to name anything in the world, everyone has a few good names in their hearts, and everyone thinks that these names are not good enough.So there was a lot of talk, and the fight was late.Finally Cole yawned and stood up first.

"I'm really going—I'm afraid the family is already worried," he said. "Talk it over, gentlemen! But in my opinion, the name is of secondary importance, and what you do is the most important thing. If you If you can’t make up your mind like this, why not just—”

He paused suddenly.

"...how about calling it ABC?" he said.

And so the ABC—officially known as the "Friends of the People" Society—was formed.

Right now, this is just a society with a simple name, and they didn't start to do anything vigorously as soon as they came up.Those who should go to class are still in class, those who are used to playing truant are still absent, and Grantaire still holds his bottle of wine every day.But there is a club here, which seems to make everyone more or less cohesive.There are more and more people coming every day, and even Cole, who often doesn't see anyone for a long time, seems to be a little more common.

This exposed a shortcoming of Collins at present, that is, the place is too small.When there are too many people, they have to put together several tables and sit crowded, with wrists and arms fighting all the time.Furthermore, since the place is small, they can't allow the entire tavern to entertain only a few of them, and they still have to do other business.So sitting with other drinkers, it is not so convenient to discuss some sensitive topics.They spent a lot of time thinking about this, and finally, Courfeyrac found a suitable place.

"Cole!" On the street, Corona was stopped.

This is a rare free afternoon.She originally wanted to go to the factory area in this attire, to places that were inconvenient for a rich lady, but she recognized Combeferre's voice, and suddenly changed her mind. "Combeferre!" she turned, "—oh, and Bahoret and Jean! Where are you going?"

They are at an intersection.The direction Gong Baifei and the others were heading was obviously not in the direction of Collins.

"Let's go to Miao Shang." Re'an replied.

"Miao Shang?"

"Cafe Mussant, we've been there before. Courfeyrac persuaded the boss there—from now on, apart from Collins, we can also meet in the back hall of Café Mussante, which is a little more spacious and closer to the students " Gong Baifei told her, "Do you want to go with us? There should be quite a few people in Miaoshan today."

Corona hesitated for a moment. "Okay," she said.

"What's the matter?" asked Combeferre, "if you have other plans to-day, don't force yourself. We will always be there."

"It's hard to say what arrangement—"

She spoke very slowly, stopping after half a sentence, as if she was undecided in her heart and couldn't make up her mind.Combeferre and Jehan waited patiently. "Just one thing, I wanted to tell you on Saturday. Now that I ran into it today, maybe God arranged for me to say it today."

"What's the matter?" Gongbeferre asked with concern, "Is it something that always made you frown?"

"That's right, that's it."

"If there's anything we can do to help, you can always say so. You don't have to pick a particular day," Rean said.

"Thank you." Corona said.

She had nothing else to say.For the matter of her true identity, no amount of foreshadowing will be enough.But she had made up her mind--she seldom went to Collins now, for fear of the secret being revealed.This is putting the cart before the horse.If she was going to lose these friends no matter what, then she had to lose them openly, instead of asking them to discover the truth by themselves, force them to come to their eyes, and despise her for not having the courage.She had been debating this matter with herself repeatedly in her heart for more than a year, and now she was determined to not back down halfway.

But that doesn't mean she's not nervous.It was as if she was reunited with Enjolras for the first time—no, the first time she opened an art exhibition by herself—no, she was much more nervous than that.She rubbed her cuffs and hem nervously with her hands repeatedly, and when she suddenly woke up, she didn't know how long she had been rubbing.Combeferre might have noticed her nervousness, so he casually brought up a topic: "Speaking of which, Enjolras has been obsessed with a new book recently. I wonder if you've heard of it?"

So they gossiped along the way, jumping from Rousseau and Voltaire to poetry, then to Jean, then back to Courfeyrac, and finally when they stepped into Moussand, Combeferre was talking Enjolras' views on revolution. "We are increasingly different in many points of view. Enjolras believes that sometimes violence is necessary for social change, like a sharp knife cutting away carrion to heal a wound. I agree with this metaphor, but sometimes For some less serious wounds, he also used a knife, but this seemed not prudent enough."

"He's like this..." Corona said, but Baare suddenly remembered that he also had something to say, so she was interrupted. "Yes, speaking of Enjolras, I remember that he discussed with Courfeyrac this morning that there should be some rules in the back hall of Moussin—since we are going to form a society, there must be some pretentious rules."

"I don't believe that Enjolras is the kind of person who sticks to the rules." Corona laughed. "Then, what rules did they finally set?"

"There are only two. First, only friends who share the same ideals can be brought into the back hall."

"As it should be," said Combeferre.

"Rule number two, no woman is allowed in the back hall."

Corona stopped abruptly in the narrow corridor.Combeferre, who was behind, couldn't hold back his feet, and almost bumped his head on her.

"Did Enjolras order this too?" she asked, her voice cold.

Bahore looked at her puzzled. "It was Courfeyrac's own initiative. He said, 'This may not always be a place for serious conversation. Any place that can only be serious is boring! But it must not be a place for merrymaking either. .My friends, I heard that it was originally ruled that no woman should enter the back parlour, so let that rule be maintained!'"

Corona laughed angrily. "In this way, in his mind, women are equivalent to pleasure-seeking. What a playboy!" she exclaimed. "This is simply the logic of robbers! It is men who look for women in order to satisfy their desires." Fun. When they are satisfied with themselves, they turn around and accuse women of only having fun. Disgusting prostitutes but not clients, rejecting girls but accepting young men, what is the difference between this and a capitalist who eats people but does not spit out their bones ?”

"Courfey is an honest and good man at heart, and it would be an exaggeration to compare him to a capitalist," said Combeferre. "If you object to this, we can still discuss it."

"Why, besides me, is there no one who objects to this?" Corona asked, turning around angrily and looking around at the other friends.Baare crossed his arms, impatient in confusion, obviously unable to understand why she was so angry.Re'an looked at her in bewilderment and anxiety, while Gongbefer was more helpless: "Goufei's original intention is good - I know, you always think that outstanding women can also contribute to the revolution, I have no objection : Mrs. Roland is the proof. But there are too few women like Mrs. Roland. What's more, you have to know that this article is not aimed at women: think about it, we are all young people. If you bring in your companions and talk about love here, then the revolutionary atmosphere will disappear. This is not to exclude a certain group, but just out of practical considerations.”

"If you want to ban love and talk, then ban love and talk! Why do you bring women into it?"

"Of course we can change this to prohibit love - if you object to this rule, this can be discussed. After all, ABC's rules always have to be agreed by everyone, as long as anyone disagrees, it's okay Take it out and discuss it later." Re'an said in a persuasive tone.

"That's right. Enjolras and Courfeyrac are inside. If you are not convinced, go to them yourself and tell them, why are you losing your temper with us here?" Bahore said impatiently.

This made Corona calm down a little.She was too surprised just now, and was dazzled by the anger with a sense of betrayal, but she was not a noisy and unreasonable person.She paused, and was about to apologize.It's a pity that Baare also has a fiery temper. Hearing Corona lose her temper just now, his own anger also came up.He continued: "Besides, what's wrong with banning women? I have lived for decades, and I have never seen any woman who can be among a group of young students and still make revolution with peace of mind! According to me, ancient There is nothing wrong with Felak's proposal."

Corona's anger was instantly ignited again.Her hands were shaking with anger, her head was heavy, and her cheeks were stinging from excessive excitement. "Is this your common opinion?" she turned to Combeferre and Jehan. "That was what you had in mind when you agreed with Courfeyrac?"

The narrow corridor was pitch-black, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.Dimly she saw Jean tug on Rabaare's arm. "I think this statement is too absolute." Combeferre replied calmly and gently, "Personally, I would like to be friends with all those who are interested in revolution, human rights and freedom, regardless of Identity. I think our revolution must be like this in order to be successful. However, some of the risks that Courfeyrac said - such as turning a place where there is serious talk about revolution into a place for romance - should also be taken into account. It does exist. If women are to be allowed to join, they need to go through strict inspections.”

"That is to say, you all welcome men to join in. But women have to go through inspection?"

"Men are also tested: they're historically and socially proven."

Corona stood where she was, without saying a word for a while.The door to the inner hall opened and Enjolras came out.

"I heard you outside. Why don't you come in and talk?" he asked.

Bahoret immediately passed in, grumbling and complaining, while Jehan and Combeferre remained round Coronne.Enjolras turned sideways to let Bahore in, and he himself was still watching them, obviously noticing the tense atmosphere among them. "What are you arguing about?" he asked.

The afternoon sun is good.The sunlight came in through the windows in the back hall, encircling Enjolras' figure with a circle of gold, especially making the edges of his blond hair shine beautifully.It is well known that Colcatton admires Enjolras, not much worse than Grantaire: usually when Enjolras appears, his attention will immediately turn to Enjolras.But today Corona still stood sideways to him, without turning around.Her voice trembled slightly.

"I heard that Miao Shang has set two new rules here, one of which is that women are not allowed to enter the back hall."

"Yes. You disagree with this one?"

Corona sneered.

"I just don't know that you've always been so ashamed of meeting women," she said, "and if that's the case, you'd only be ashamed of me if you wanted to be my acquaintance—starting today, we won't call each other friends. "

She didn't wait for them to answer.She passed Combeferre sideways, and left the passage almost at a trot.Behind him, Gongbefer and Rean were calling Cole's name, and Gongbefer seemed to be chasing him a few more steps.But Corona didn't look back.

They called Kirk Carton, a man.They were not calling her.

She trotted to the square, stopped the nearest public carriage, got on the bus, and directly said the name of Anne's factory.She ran into the factory, running among the roaring machines, until she saw Annie.She called her name and grabbed her arm.Annie gave a cry of surprise when she saw her. "Come here," Corona said, dragging her aside.

"Hey, I'm working here! Don't mess around." Annie complained.

"Annie!" Corona wailed.

Annie frowned and looked at her carefully for a while.Then she didn't object anymore, allowing Corona to pull her to a secluded corner. "What's going on?" she asked.

Corona flung herself on her cotton-stained and dirty coat, crying loudly.

The author has something to say: Long time no see, everyone... I'm sorry that Chapter 1, which I haven't seen for a long time, is a breakup, and I don't want to, and I can't help it just by writing here...

Miao Shang’s inability to enter women in the back hall is the plot of the original novel, and I struggled with this for a long time (. Just, let’s take it as Hugo’s big fault...

And, although I am too angry to speak now, my contract with LJJ is until July 2021.

On the one hand, I still want to fulfill the contract, on the other hand, it is not a problem to run away halfway through writing an article.Although this article is very cold, I like Corona very much in my heart, so I will continue to write, please read it with peace of mind.