[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

When they returned, Enjolras was holding the quilt, and Corona walked in front, holding the lamp in one hand and helping to clear the vines blocking the way with the other hand.Combeferre, sitting beside Courfeyrac, resting his cheek on one hand, raised his head at the sound of the door.

Together, they folded a few thick sheets and covered them on the sofa, suppressing the blood and dust on them.There were three couches in the living room, surrounded by coffee tables on three sides, Courfeyrac occupied one, and the other two just fit Combeferre and Enjolras respectively."Where do you live at night?" asked Combeferre.

Corona picked up the last stack of quilts and gestured to a door on the side of the living room. "I'm in the study."

"Aren't you going back?" Enjolras asked in surprise.

Corona raised her eyebrows: "I'm going back, if someone asks you why you are in this house, how do you plan to respond?"

She tried to be calm on the face, but her heart was actually beating violently: living in the same room with two unmarried young people, separated by only one door, for an unmarried girl from a good family, it is already considered a shameless act After all, Corona couldn't help but feel a little guilty. After saying this, she didn't wait for the other two to answer, she turned around and walked into the study with the quilt in her arms, and hurriedly closed the door.

Only Combeferre and Enjolras are left in the drawing room, and Courfeyrac is unconscious.Enjolras put out both the lamp and the candle, leaving only one candle flickering faintly on the table.He lay for a long time on the sofa with his eyes closed, then opened them again, and by the light of the candle he saw Combeferre change his position and put his arms under his head.

"Your hands will be numb tomorrow morning." He said in a low voice.Combeferre looked up and blinked.

"You haven't slept yet?" He also answered in a low voice.

Enjolras nodded.

"Guffy's injury is not serious, but he lost a lot of blood. If we don't have a fever tonight, we can leave here tomorrow morning. I don't know what happened to the workers - I heard that the one who rushed to the front was arrested by the police Most of them are workers in cotton mills."

"You still have morning class tomorrow, go to class first. I will send Gu Fei back, and then go to the cotton mill to inquire about the situation."

"It depends on the situation. I hope that Gu Fei's wound won't be infected, otherwise, no one would care about the morning class." Gongbefei sighed lightly, one hand hangs down from the edge of the sofa, and his fingers happen to touch the blood-soaked place .He withdrew his hand back. "I don't know how he—she will deal with so much blood."

Enjolras was taken aback.There were too many things before, and his thoughts were too chaotic, so he didn't even think about it. "I'll ask her tomorrow morning if she needs help," he promised. "Go to sleep."

"That's Cole—don't be too hard on her." Combeferre smiled softly. "Good night, Enjolras."

"Good night."

They each listened to the other's breathing for a while after that.Gongbefei turned over a few times, and after a long time, his breathing gradually slowed down, and he finally fell asleep.Enjolras lay still in one position with his eyes closed.

But he was not sleepy.

He first came into contact with revolutionary theory when he was eight years old. If it was the first time he felt that a corner of the once solid cognitive world was faltering, now he feels the precursor of the second shock.

There are certain things that a young man yearning for revolution can do, and certain things that a superficial rich lady who pleases the upper class cannot.He has one attitude towards friends and comrades, and another attitude towards women.But Ke Er and Corona are the same person, she forced a gap in his position, standing in the chaos, so that he didn't know how to treat her for a moment.

She is wrong.A few years ago, he might have thought so.There are some areas where women should not get involved. This is not his prejudice, but their own conclusions.The aristocratic ladies he had seen waved their fans and despised those honest laborers, just like a Persian cat who was content to stay in the pile of brocades.Some of the young girls he met were too lazy to work, and thought that they should accept the support of their lovers just because of their sex and a little beauty.Of course, he had also seen respectable women: his mother, for example, was of noble birth and still had sympathy for the poor.For example, many female workers who work in factories, or some poor mothers struggling in poverty and struggling to support their children.He has respect for these laborers, and it is only respect: none of them can make him agree with him ideologically.Therefore, as a youth, he never felt the beauty of women: they were either vain or ignorant.

Corona is completely different.She is neither a canary in a cage nor a wild thorn in the mud, but she seems to have the characteristics of both.He already knew her ambitions and believed in her talent, so when she questioned him in the dim light with tears in her eyes, for the first time he didn't see the label that said "female".

He saw a real person.

That was the first time he felt the beauty of a woman, and the tearful blue eyes and the dim light on his cheeks were engraved in his memory from then on, making him unforgettable, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

Should he modify Mussamp's rules?Should he continue to befriend an unmarried maiden?Was Corona Evermond a rare exception, or proof that they were wrong?

If he was really wrong, how many people in the world have made the same mistake?And how many people have endured the injustice brought about by this mistake for generations?

It was a sleepless night for many, but not Courfeyrac.He slept deeply, and had a low-grade fever for a while in the middle of the night, but fortunately it subsided quickly.At dawn, Compass flew up to check his condition again and change the bandages. Courfeyrac was awakened by the painful wound and raised his hand in a daze to rub his eyes.The moment he lifted his arm, the wound on his waist caused a sharp pain. He took a hissing breath, and was completely awake this time.The candle on the table had burned down to only a small half, and with the dim light from the candle end, he could barely see the person in front of him clearly.

"Comberfer?"

"You're awake." Immediately two people surrounded him: not only Combeferre, but also Enjolras.Combeferre felt his forehead with the inside of his wrist to see that the fever was no longer in him. "how do you feel?"

"Feels alive," said Courfeyrac, looking around. "Here is..."

"This is Cole... er, Coronne's house. 88 Rue Plumet. You walked here by yourself, do you still remember?"

"I have the impression," said Courfeyrac, keenly grasping the loophole in Combeferre's words, "Do you say this is Cole's house or Coronne's house?"

Combeferre and Enjolras looked at each other.

"By the way, you don't know that yet," he said, putting his hand on Courfeyrac's shoulder and pinning him in the sofa. "Miss Corona Evermonde's name in masculinity was Cole? Stuck and stopped."

Courfeyrac bounced under his palm like a fish in a barrel.

"What?!" he asked in amazement, "are they the same person?"

"Yes. There is no such thing as Cole Carton at all. Corona has always been pretending to be a man." Combeferre smiled wryly, "If we were not worried about your situation at that time, maybe you could see The most surprised expression of everyone in ABC."

"This is impossible……"

His voice gradually lowered, and turned into a thoughtful expression.Enjolras shook his head.

"In fact, she has a lot of flaws, and we didn't think about it. I don't want to say that she looks very similar. The time when Cole went to Collins and the time when Corona taught female workers was always staggered. He told our family about the situation. It's also compatible with Corona. He is good at painting, but he doesn't seem to have the intention of selling paintings-Miss Evermond is a famous female painter, and she doesn't need to use a false identity to sell paintings for profit. He never brought up the idea of ​​going to college, and now we get it."

Courfeyrac held his forehead with one hand and smiled wryly.

"Laugh at me, my friends, lying before you is the greatest fool since Louis XIV!" Thought Cole was an illegitimate child!"

There was an apparently unrepressed snicker from behind the sofa.

"Sorry, what do you think?" Corona stood at the door and asked with a smile.

Courfeyrac stretched his neck forward, and Combeferre helped him sit up with his hand. "Did we wake you?" Enjolras asked.

"I heard you talking in the study, so I came out to have a look." Coronne said as she walked towards them, and on the way, she used her hands to collect the broken hair around her ears and tidy them up, "But, Mr. Courfeyrac, illegitimate child?"

Courfeyrac covered his face with his hands.

"You know how many rumors there are about your own parentage in Paris!" he replied dully. "Having an illegitimate child, it seems not surprising to have a second, and you look so much alike."

Coronna shook her head with a smile on her lips.

"I was sure that you must have guessed my identity. After all, you are the only one who has seen Cole and Corona." She said, "The illegitimate child... I didn't think about this explanation."

Courfeyrac sighed, dropped his hands, and looked up at her.In order to prevent him from twisting his neck in a strange posture, Coronna took the initiative to go around to the front of the sofa.Then Courfeyrac looked directly at her seriously.

"I want to apologize to you," he said.

Corona was quite surprised: "Is it because of the illegitimate child? You don't have to. I do know that there are some rumors about my life experience, and most of the words are much worse than yours."

"It's not just because of this." Courfeyrac said, his eyes fell on her dress: she had no chance to change clothes during the night, and the blue skirt was still covered with mottled and dried blood spots on the half of her body. "I can see that you don't want us to know your real identity very much, so you could pretend that you didn't find me, or send me to any doctor at will, that's your kindness. But You insisted on finding Combeferre, and probably exposed your identity for this.—For this, I want to apologize to you. I didn't think that coming here would drag anyone into such a mess."

"Nor did I think that one day I would feel like I was listening to two strangers' compliments when listening to you," said Combeferre.

Courfeyrac laughed. "Of course the apology must be formal," he said, winking at Corona, "but compared to Miss Evermond who is cold and distant, I wish we could continue to be casual friends in Collins. What do you think Woolen cloth?"

Corona laughed too.At present, her dress is disheveled, her hair is in a mess, and she has not applied any makeup, but this smile is more vivid and real than any smile Courfeyrac has seen at any banquet.

"I think so too," she replied briskly.

"Speaking of Collins," Enjolras asked inappropriately, "everyone should know who you are by now. What are you going to do after that?"

The author has something to say: I feel unsatisfied with a part of the content temporarily, so I changed it a little, so it is a few minutes late today.

...Enjolras and Courfeyrac are put together, Enjolras is so straight that I can't bear to look directly...