[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

She wanted to see Enjolras.

She hadn't seen him for months, and she hadn't thought it a big deal: hadn't she not seen Enjolras for over a year?Didn't she also get caught up in the Marchioness's entrustment and didn't go to Collins for more than a month?What's the difference between this and then?

It does make a difference.The difference is that she knows in her heart that Enjolras is in Paris, maybe in Collins, or in Moussamp, as long as she puts down her pride, as long as she throws away her worries and fears, and musters up the courage to go in openly, she You can see him, you can see that blond hair, those bright eyes, that proud and majestic look, you can see his unwrinkled neckline, his slender fingers, and a strand of curly hair beside his left ear. .Once again, he could hear him talk about the future of the Republic in a beautiful voice, not loud, but the whole room fell silent to listen to his words, like describing a dream, but they were so true.

But she can't go.

Go, Corona, go!Every Thursday and Saturday night, she couldn't help but want to go out, with her hair in a bun, wearing a skirt, and striding directly into Collins or Miaoshan, what a big deal! ——But she hesitated every time.Every time, when the time dragged on for too long and the night was dark, and it was doomed to fail, she would blame herself for being so cowardly and hesitant.This has never been her style of acting, she has always had the courage to fight!The worst result is to be blamed by them, so what?She clearly believed in her heart that she was right.They were never afraid to argue with each other, so wouldn't she dare to argue this matter?

No, it's the only thing she didn't dare to do.

She had wavered when Enjolras and Combeferre inspired her, especially Enjolras.He was the only one who encouraged her to fight, and he was so radiant when he said those words that she always had that shadow in her heart. It has not disappeared from her heart.Over the years, Enjolras has been almost half of her spiritual support, supporting her to continue on the road that the world does not allow.He made her fight, he taught her how to use a gun, and he encouraged her to take up knowledge and logic as weapons.It was Enjolras who taught her how to fight, turning the dark fire in her heart from nowhere into a bright flame.

It was Enjolras who supported her, so only Enjolras can destroy her.If he couldn't accept that she was a girl, if the only person who ever made her fight, told her to her face that none of these things should be done by her—

She couldn't accept the result.All she could do was close her eyes, cover her ears, turn around and flee from the ABC party.She cut off relations with them cleanly and completely. She seemed to be straightforward and decisive, but in essence she revealed inner cowardice.This cowardice is not because she is a woman, but because Enjolras is Enjolras.

She sat there for a long time, her elbows on her knees, her head in her hands, in silence.Until it was getting dark, Fantine knocked lightly on the door outside the studio. "Cosette is leaving school." She asked softly, her voice sounded like a happy smile, "Do you want to pick her up with me?"

Corona raised her head, quickly wiped away the dry tears on her face, and cleared her throat. "Okay, I'll be right there." She said briskly, standing up.After a moment of hesitation, she walked across the room, picked up the bunch of keys, and put them back in her pocket.

That room eventually came in handy.

Because she was afraid of being seen by friends, and because she dressed as a woman when renting the house, she always entered and left the house only as a woman.For the sake of safety, she hired old Duranto every time she went there: the father of this woman worker faithfully and diligently drove the carriage to drive her from the beautiful mansion on the Avenue Saint-Germain to the dilapidated apartment building opposite Collins. Then he drove the carriage and waited for her downstairs, and took her back to Boulevard Saint-Germain from there, never asking or saying a word.Because of his daughter's admiration for Corona, this diligent and simple old man seemed to have a kind of blind trust in her, thinking that she was a saint sent by God, and would never do anything improper.

This view is too exaggerated, but Corona did not do anything improper.She just added an easel set, canvases, paints, a few lamps and a few books to the house.Four or five nights a week, when she went there, she would just listen to the noise from across the street, read a book, and paint a few oil paintings.Sometimes a familiar voice would come out of the commotion and she would listen with bated breath--often it would be Grantaire yelling drunkenly, or Bahorey yelling in his thunderous voice. Laughing, or Feuilly was lecturing excitedly.Very occasionally it is Courfeyrac, almost never Enjolras and Combeferre.There was only one occasion when Corona could hear the voices of her two oldest friends: usually when the night was dark, when the crowd dispersed and the bustle of the tavern became quieter, they could be heard at the door. Say goodbye to friends.At that time, if she was not afraid of splashing a few more paints on the carpet, she quickly dropped the paintbrush, opened the curtain a crack, peeped through the gap, and could see two shadows standing under the dim street light.

This is the experience accumulated over many months.In those days, the paintings she made in this room were enough to hang one wall of the room.With her current net worth, any painting would cost at least a thousand francs, and she just put them in the corner so casually.She gradually discovered that Feuilly was often absent on Sundays, Tuesdays and Fridays, Courfeyrac was mostly absent on Saturdays and Mondays, and Bahoret, Bossuet and Joly were really out of order.

She also found that every Thursday and Saturday, at least one of Enjolras and Combeferre would be there.

——Maybe it's just her self-righteousness, maybe she's just thinking too much.But every Thursday and Saturday, every time she heard their voices when Cole would have been there, she still felt her heart burn, and she still felt close to tears each time.

Maybe one day, she thought.

Perhaps there will be no such day.

She always hides behind the curtains.Hasn't that been the status of women for thousands of years?It is a shadow that never sees the light of day behind a man.Thinking of this, she always felt ironic in her heart.There was only one time when Enjolras somehow raised his head and glanced at her position.

Corona knew he couldn't see anything.She tried it herself on the street, and the people below could only see a thin slit of the curtain showing the light, without any other abnormalities.Enjolras would not know that someone was watching him, let alone her identity.But at that moment she still froze, her fingers clenched the edge of the curtain, unable to move.Enjolras looked up for a while, shook his head, and lowered his eyes again.

It was as if a star had cast a chance glance at her, so bright and so fleeting.

The author has something to say: I guarantee that the next chapter will not be a knife (jumping