[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona hasn't been to their party since then.

Her sudden cancellation of regular outings on Thursday and Saturday nights naturally attracted the attention of her family.Corona told them that it was because they were too busy to spare time.This is indeed part of the truth, but at the same time, it is just an excuse.

In fact, who can blame this?It was she who concealed herself and dared not reveal her true identity to them.Corona knew that her friends had no ill intentions towards her. They thought she was a man, and they didn't think it was discriminating against her.They might even be baffled, wondering what on earth was on her mind.Maybe—the thought almost made her laugh—maybe they thought she was unhappy because they couldn't bring their little lover over!

They mean no harm.Oh, yes, of course she knew her friends were good at heart!They hadn't even known she was a girl before.Corona tried hard to convince herself like this, but every time she thought about it, she still felt deeply hurt and disappointed, as if she had been betrayed by the closest person.

Maybe it's not fair to them.Almost everyone in the world sees women this way, they're just not the exception.But... She really thought that her friends would accept her true identity.

She really hoped they would accept her.The hope she harbored was so strong that the pain she felt when it was dashed was all the more acute.

Cole Carton was gone, and Corona Evermond was on her way to fame.The Marquis and Marquise of Saint-Meran praised her greatly, even if she was an ignorant person, their praise could make her a painter.What's more, Corona's skills are genuine - her teacher, Basil Howard, is famous for her portraits, and her own portraits can be said to have surpassed most French painters, and she doesn't need a model to sit upright The ability to paint on the opposite side is even rarer.Her worth has been rising, and the prices of unsold paintings have doubled several times. People keep coming to ask for paintings. Some people hope that she can draw dead parents or children by virtue of descriptions. Some fat ladies hope to draw themselves thinner. Somehow, the old general asked her to draw the heroic figure of her youth.

Corona is not omnipotent.Some of these requirements, she can not do.But just the commissions she received, the works she painted, and the praises of those high-ranking officials were enough to elevate her reputation to a new status.She used painting, writing teaching materials and various social activities to fill the time she had vacated. The number of posts she handed over was instantly overwhelming for the concierge, and the nobles rushed to invite this increasingly dazzling new artist.

But she was not happy.

She lost her only freedom, and she clearly saw that she might not have any hope of pursuing the freedom she had been looking forward to.What surrounds her now: fame, status, respect, money, the pursuit of nobles and mutual bragging among painters...all these chasing things seem dull and pale in her eyes.She knew very well that many aristocrats' appreciation of art was no better than those workers who dredged the sewers. They touted her only because she was famous, not because they really appreciated it.Such bragging does not bring a sense of accomplishment.

The only two things she wanted—to be able to do whatever she wanted to do, with no secrets, and to help other women do what they wanted, with dignity—had just been ruthlessly rejected. negatively.During the past journey, the friends of ABC have always been one of her supports. Now, if she wants to let go of them and move forward alone, she will inevitably have to go through a difficult journey.Cosette's study and the literacy classes of the female workers are the only bright colors in her life, but the literacy classes twice a week can hardly calm her anxiety.Once she went a little early, and the previous elementary course taught by Anne had just ended. Anne was talking to Feuille at the door of the classroom. Feuille was holding the draft of the new self-study textbook in his hand. While talking, gesture with him.Corona didn't get off the carriage.She hid in the carriage and watched them through a chink in the curtains until Feuilly turned away.

Indeed, she is no longer the confused and overwhelmed little girl who desperately needed encouragement when she first met Enjolras a few years ago. She can continue to fight without anyone's approval: the female workers she taught , those female workers whose destiny was changed by her are true and powerful proofs.But what if the people on the other side of the battlefield are friends she really loves?

But what if Enjolras, who taught her to fight in the first place, thought she shouldn't have such a pursuit from the beginning?

Another year of winter has come.

There is already a very perfect system for the relief of female workers, but what Corona has to do is not reduced at all: no matter how perfect the system is, there will be loopholes. Although she does not lack a few francs, she must stop the deception in scholarship Scams are still necessary.Therefore, she knows almost every female worker in the literacy class and understands their family situation.For everyone who can take the intermediate class, she must take time to visit their homes at least once and have a little chat with them.Tia, one of the students in the literacy class, had a father who drove a carriage, so her father, Duranto the Old, became Corona's exclusive coachman, but sometimes, in the daytime, in a safe place, she still likes to be in the street by herself. Walk up and down.

It was just such an ordinary winter day.Corona walked through the factory district, returning from the home of a female worker.She deliberately took a detour and passed Collins' door: that was already a habit of hers these days, and in fact, she didn't expect to meet anyone.

But suddenly she heard Enjolras' name.

"Enjolras said a lot about this last week! You weren't there that day, but I'm sure he'd be willing to tell you again..."

The voice came from inside Collins, and it was getting closer and closer to the door. It was obvious that the people talking were walking outside.Corona immediately recognized the speaker: it was Courfeyrac.

Why Courfeyrac! !

If it was someone else, she could still pretend that she was a passerby by chance, but Courfeyrac knew her.Corona quickly glanced around, and without thinking, she plunged into the four-story building opposite, hiding her body behind the half-open door.

Even though it was daytime, it was at the back of the building, the sunlight couldn't come in, and the corridor was dark.If you look from a bright place to a dark place, you can at most make out a person's figure, but you can't see who is standing there.Corona hid in the corridor and listened with bated breath. Courfeyrac's voice floated out from the tavern, mixed with two other voices that were very unfamiliar to her.The three chatted about things in the school, and gradually drifted away.

Corona breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and then she froze: in the dark corridor, a hunched figure stood behind her.The two old and dim eyes hidden in the dark stared straight at her.In an instant, she was so shocked that her spine went cold, and her cheeks went numb, as if an electric current flowed from the back of her head down her spine.She unconsciously put one hand on the holster hidden at her waist, and at this moment the figure like an old ghost spoke.

"What do you want?" an old man's voice asked.

Corona took a deep breath, her nose was immediately filled with the smell of dust and rust.She regained her composure, and finally saw the old man in front of her clearly: he had a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, and he should be the concierge of this building.

She exhaled lightly, stirring up a weak wind in the stagnant room.She was amused by her overreaction, embarrassed and ashamed at the same time: why was she hiding from Courfeyrac?She did nothing shameful.Hiding in suddenly, it looks like she is hiding her head and showing her tail, sneaking around, what does she look like!

The old man stared at her suspiciously.If it weren't for the good material of her clothes, which showed her good family background, she suspected that he was going to call the police. "What's the matter with you? Are you looking for someone?" the old man asked again.

"No, I'm fine." Corona said quickly. "I am--"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a yellow, old rental notice on the wall.Almost without thinking, the words blurted out: "I heard that you have a house here for rent."

When she said this, she was surprised.But the porter looked her over and seemed to reassure her. "The house to rent is on the third floor. The third room on the third floor. The rent is 84 francs a year."

"Who is the landlord?"

"it is me."

"Can you show me?"

Trembling, the old man led her upstairs.The corridor was dark and damp, but it wasn't cramped. She got in through the back door, and two steps forward was the spacious hallway. There were stairs on the side of the hallway that could accommodate two people in parallel leading to the upper floor.The corridor on the third floor was darker than that on the first floor. The old man took out the key and fumbled to open the door for her.

Corona's eyes lit up.

Because the floor is higher, the light from the windows illuminates the interior very brightly.The house is small, with only one room. Obviously, no one has entered it for a long time, and it has already accumulated a layer of dust, but it is clean and tidy, and the furniture is complete. There are dark blue sheets and cloth curtains of the same color. There is a large cabinet in the corner, half As a wardrobe, half as a locker.Opposite is a small desk and a chair.

No wonder it hasn't been rented out for so long.Such a beautiful and lovely small room is naturally asking a lot of money - 84 francs is a very expensive price compared to such an area.Those who can afford this price are either already married with wives and children, and such a small space cannot accommodate a family; or they are young students with rich families, but this place is a little far from the university.She walked around the room, finally went to the window, and looked down: Collins was downstairs. From this angle, she sat at the window and just saw the front door of Collins.If you stand up and look farther, even the alley by the back door can be vaguely seen.

"I've rented it," she said, without hesitation, on a whim she didn't fully understand. "Where's the contract?"

She followed the porter back downstairs and owed the rental contract. 84 francs is not a lot of money for Corona. She paid three months' rent in advance with the money she had with her, and got three keys: one for the house and two for the house. It corresponds to the front and rear doors of the apartment building.She fastened the three keys with a string and carried them in a secret pocket in her skirt.

She then went out the front door of the apartment building and went straight home.Cosette hadn't finished school yet, Jean Valjean went out, and Fantine was sewing a small skirt for Cosette in her room, humming softly while threading needles.Corona greeted her, then went up to the third floor and shut herself in the studio.She took out the bunch of keys from the secret pocket, spread them out in the palm of her hand, stared blankly for a while, then suddenly threw her hands aside, buried her head, and put her hands in her hair.

"What are you thinking?" she said to herself. "My God, Corona, what are you doing?"

She rented a room opposite Collins.She even went out of her way to look at the window.Was that really just an excuse, didn't she know what she was doing?Of course she knows it all.The only purpose of that room was that on those nights when she wasn't going to Collins, she could see her friends -- no, Enjolras -- through the cracks in the curtains.

She wanted to see Enjolras.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry I forgot to set the manuscript box...||||||||||||

In the future, it will still be updated at [-]:[-]!I will remember it well!

And just in case I said it in advance, it won't become as exaggerated as STK, at most it's the level of a girl hiding at the door and secretly taking a look at her sweetheart