[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Corona grew up day by day.She is more beautiful and smarter, with golden curly hair, blue eyes, and a slender and graceful figure. She is like a little swan about to fly.But what makes Carton more disturbed day after day is her demeanor, her lips are so red, her cheeks are so bright, her eyes are so clear and warm, as if there is a cold fire burning inside.The Caton and Darnays can no longer lie to themselves: Coronne is not at all the "just a little mischievous and curious" they'd hoped for, and her interests are genuinely different from those of the other kids.

She was not interested in finery, and Corona grew impatient when Miss Pross tried to teach her various techniques for combing her beautiful golden hair.Miss Pross complained many times: "How can a little girl not like to comb her beautiful hair!" But it was true.There was a kind of enthusiasm and determination in Coronne that ordinary little girls did not have, as if faintly foreshadowing what they were most afraid of—after all, she inherited the blood of the Defarges.The blood and passion of the Defarge family still flowed in her veins, and this quality seemed to gradually emerge as she grew up.

No one was more alienated from Corona because of this, they were as close and gentle to her as before, but the faint worries in their hearts grew uncontrollably.The worry was not for themselves, but for the child they loved: No one wanted to see an angel grow into a demon.Caton was still struggling in the last attempt, hoping to teach Corona some of the soft and beautiful virtues that women should have, so he hired a tutor to teach her music and oil painting, hoping that her enthusiasm would at least be directed toward art. direction to develop.

His purpose was partially achieved, Coronne loved painting and was extremely talented.When she was standing or sitting quietly in front of the easel, that disturbing expression disappeared, and turned into the quiet thinking of her childhood.She can hold the paintbrush for a whole day, and sometimes she realizes that she is too tired to stand up. At this time, Carton turns to feel sorry for her and stipulates that she is not allowed to stay in the studio for more than a few hours a day.

On the other hand, it must be said that Carton also approves of Corona's extraordinary talent and her uncommon temperament in women.What he has is an extremely contradictory mood: on the one hand, he does not want her vigor to cause setbacks in the future; on the other hand, like every father, he has great pride in his daughter's wisdom.They lived a simple life, but Caton ensured that Corona was educated like a noble lady, and her painting teacher was the most talented painter he could invite.Besides, Lucy taught her music, Darnay taught her French and Latin, and even Dr. Manette sometimes allowed her to look through his medical books and kindly answered her questions.Carton himself was her teacher.After dinner every day, sometimes the father and daughter would go to Darnay's next door to hang around for a while, and everyone chatted and laughed; sometimes they stayed at home alone, and they chatted together.Corona would talk to Caton about some trivial things in life, such as how many new roses bloomed in the yard, a lark flew out of the window, and a few wrong stitches in lace crocheting. At this time, Caton smiled silently. Listening carefully, watching her cute little mouth open and close, golden eyelashes fluttering.Or sometimes Corona would ask some other questions about literature, law and society, and Carton would answer every question.Once, for her question about Apollo, Carton put down all the cases at hand and spent a whole day telling her a whole Greek mythology from beginning to end.

Corona, on her part, is also Ecarton.She painted him, hugged him, kissed him, learned how to bake him bread, put flour on his clothes.Only once, when she was eight years old, asked to read little Sidney's textbooks, Carton did not agree: "You are a girl, there is no need to learn those." Corona got angry with him for this, and stomped her feet: "Why? , I’m not as stupid as brother Sidney!”

For this reason, she did not speak to Caton all afternoon.At dinner, she pouted to eat, and saw a book next to her plate, picked it up, and it was little Sidney's textbook.So she broke into a smile, threw her arms around Caton's neck, and the father and daughter reconciled.There has never been a more serious conflict.They lived a simple life, but everything was needed, and Corona lived a life like heaven.If God had a list of the happiest children in the world, she must be on it.

It is almost sinful to stain such immaculate joy, but there are occasional shadows of cloud in the sun.On her ninth birthday, Corona received a brand new set of oil painting tools as a birthday present for Caton.She was so happy that she decided to use the new set of paint sets to paint a portrait of Carton-she was already very good at painting portraits.

Rarely raised a little childish, she was determined not to let her father know about the painting until it was finished, and to give him a surprise.This was no easy task, since in their house the two of them kept no secrets from each other, except that Corona's bedroom was hardly accessible to outsiders.Apparently she couldn't paint in the bedroom, so she could only paint intermittently while Carton was away at work, and when she heard his footsteps on the garden path, she quickly hid and replaced it with another landscape painting with a similar tone.

When the oil painting was finally completed, Corona had already poured her heart and soul into it for half a month, and it was the most satisfying painting she had ever done since learning to paint.Carton in the painting is wearing his old dark brown coat-this is because Corona always thinks that old coat is more familiar than the new one he wears to work; There seemed to be the sad look on his face forever.His gray hair and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are very similar, and the shadows cast on his arms are also drawn correctly.She tilted her head in satisfaction, looking at her work, when she heard familiar footsteps on the garden path. In the past, this sound meant that she was going to hide the paintings in a hurry, but today was different.Corona jumped up briskly and walked out of the room.

"Father!" She entered the living room with a smile, "You're back! Come here, I want to see you—ah! My God, what's the matter with you?"

The cheerful words suddenly turned into an exclamation in the middle: Corona saw Caton's face.His face was pale, and he sat slumped on a chair, with his head down, his eyes blank, and his hands trembling.He didn't even come back with his handbag.Corona ran over, knelt down at his feet, raised her head and looked at him eagerly: "Father, what's the matter with you? Are you sick? Can you hear me talking to you? Wait a minute, I'll call the horse Grandpa Nate come here!"

She eagerly shook Carton's hands—his hands were as cold as ice—and was about to jump up and run out the door, but Carton grabbed her tightly behind his back.For the first time, Corona realized how strong he was, and the bones in her hands seemed to be broken; but she didn't say a word, just knelt down and sat back on the spot: "What's wrong? Let go, I I need to see a doctor to see you!"

Carton shook his head: "I'm fine."

His voice was also low, not like the usual tone, but like the echo from the tomb.More ghostly than human.Corona looked at him anxiously and worriedly: "What are you talking about? Look at your face so pale and your hands so cold! Let me call the doctor, soon, I will run to the next door, immediately Just come back, can you wait for me here?"

"It's not necessary," Carton said, but for the first time he looked up at her.There was a light in his eyes that Corona couldn't understand, and she was frightened by this look, and almost flinched. "I'm not sick."

"Then take it for me, okay? I'm worried about you." Corona was almost pleading.She almost blurted out "You scared me!", but stopped just in time.For unknown reasons, she was far less afraid of Caton's inexplicable look than she was afraid of admitting it.Especially when he admitted it in front of Carton himself—she had a gut feeling that he wouldn't want to hear it.

Those children who are favored by their parents may not necessarily realize this, but they will instinctively use this favor and turn themselves into a bargaining chip that can be used to bargain with their parents.Corona's words worked.As if sleepwalking, Caton nodded and let go of his hand.

Only then did Corona feel that her hands were numb.She jumped up and ran to the door, then stopped suddenly, turned around and shouted, "Sit there and wait for me, I'll be right back!"

Without waiting for Caton to respond, she ran out and stepped on a branch of a primrose that she usually loves without realizing it.She skipped three flights of steps without manner, and knocked on the door with all her might—in a strange half-knuckle, half-hand position, because her hand was still numb and couldn't make a good fist.Knocking on the door, she called out, "Grandpa Manette!"

The door opened almost immediately, and Darney came running to open it.They all knew that Corona had never learned to be as chaste and demure as Lucy and little Lucy, but she had seldom such flustered moments.Lucy supported Dr. Manette and followed.Corona called: "Father seems to be sick, can you go and see him?"