[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

They didn't need to go all the way to the Boulevard Saint-Germain, because Corona happened to be in the girls' high school at this time.

Since [-], there was a faint tendency to burst out of the revolutionary enthusiasm underground, and Coronne cherished time more and more day by day.Even a person who is about to go to the grave will not experience the preciousness of time more than she does.As long as she hasn't arranged all the things she feels responsible for, she can't devote herself wholeheartedly to the cause she is passionate about.

And among all these waiting arrangements and handovers, waiting for her to groom someone else as heir without her knowing it, the school was the most important and the most crucial thing.Coronne has subtly faded out of the social world as early as half a year ago, declaring that she wants to concentrate on creation.She allocated most of her energy and time to the school, enabling the school, which has only been established for more than a year, to quickly establish a complete set of operating procedures.But now she often stays at school very late, because she is afraid of any unexpected accidents in this carriage that has just started running on the road.

Cosette thus brought little Gavroche before her.Gavroche didn't recognize her, and Corona didn't remember being followed by a child while disguised as a man.Cosette relayed the situation to her, and after a few words, Gavroche interrupted him—he disliked that the facts that had been repeated several times had been distorted in detail, so he insisted on repeating it himself.After Corona finished listening, she asked Cosette first: "How do you think we should solve it?"

"Two little children, there is no way to solve it simply by giving them money. You have to find their parents." Cosette said thoughtfully, "or, if their parents are dead, they have to find someone who is willing." Who raised them—are their parents gone?" she asked Gavroche.

"I don't know," said Gavroche.

Extreme poverty will wear down the connection between people. Even relatives and friends, even parents and children, will degenerate into indifferent passers-by when they are so poor that they have nothing. able to give.Among the army of street children in Paris, there are not a few whose parents are still alive but are equivalent to dead. There are even children who go home to sleep at night and wander outside during the day.If the child does not come back one day, or even completely loses news from then on, the parents will not even shed a drop of tears.Coronne herself had seen no fewer than twenty such working-woman families.

"Why are you asking me about this, not them themselves? What do those two children think?" Corona asked.

"Their clothes don't look bad," replied Gavroche with a shrug.

This is a very clever answer, and indeed it can explain a lot of problems. "Maybe it's a lost child." Corona speculated, "or something happened at home. I think it's best to ask about the situation at home. If there is still a place to go, ask the police for help. Finding their families, that would be the best."

While talking like this, she already thought of a candidate in her heart, that is Javert.But she didn't say it on the spot, because Gavroche had been staring at her guardedly since he said the word "policeman".

It was not the first time Corona had encountered this kind of guarded mentality, she smiled and stood up. "You can come with us," she said. "I guess you're at least a little curious about who their parents are?"

Gavroche found the little brothers without much trouble, and though parted in the morning, the two inexperienced children did not know how to beg for life, and starved and slept like elephants at night. Wandering around, seeing Gavroche, she ran towards him excitedly, like a chicken that has been lost from its flock suddenly found its hen.Gavroche told them: "I've got someone to help you find your parents!"

As he expected—of course, he was a little disappointed—the two children showed no resistance at all, and both showed extremely excited and expectant expressions. "Is it true?" they asked repeatedly, and thanked the two girls politely.Although the clothes on his body were dirty, they could still be seen to be well-tailored under the light of the street lamp.Cosette knelt down and began to ask them kindly, their own names, the names of their parents, where they lived in the past, what buildings were around them, and what relatives or adults they knew.Ask if there was anything explained to them the day the mother left.Some questions were answered by the two children, while others could only shake their heads dejectedly.After asking, she looked up at Corona, asking for her permission.

"I guess that's enough information for the police to find out where they used to live?" she asked.

Corona graded her answers as if she were grading homework. "It's really enough." She encouraged with a smile, "I just need to add a little bit."

She also knelt down and asked the little brothers, "If you find your mother, are you willing to go back to her?"

Both nodded very eagerly.

"But if your mother has no way or is unwilling to support you for various reasons, what will you do then?"

The two children looked at each other in panic, not knowing what to do.Corona asked: "Are you willing to be adopted by other relatives? Or orphanages, orphanages? Are you willing to be arranged by the police to go to a place, or would you rather wander on the streets?"

"We can't get enough to eat on the street," the smaller child replied softly.

"We just want a place to sleep. Anywhere," said the brother tremblingly.He is a little older, and has already understood the meaning of being abandoned by his parents, and now there are tears in his eyes, trying not to let them flow.

Corona sighed and stood up. "Okay, then let's try to find your family first." She said.

They drove around in a carriage to the outpost a few blocks away.Gavroche refused to approach the police station, got out of the car and hid in the corner next to him to peep.He only saw those people going in from a distance, and it took a while before they came out again.The carriage was still waiting, and Gavroche slipped back into it and asked suspiciously, "What did the police say?"

"Investigator Javert said that they will check the resident files. During this time, they can borrow and live in other people's homes. Corona and I know that some workers may be willing to take them in temporarily, so we can ask them one by one."

Gavroche sneered: "Are you going to compare the files? Let me tell you, in other words, it's nothing. Don't count on it. When will the police be reliable? Tomorrow he will tell you that they can't find anything, and then send them directly to the police station." To the orphanage. Hey!"

He stopped the carriage, jumped out of the carriage, and called the two little brothers back, "Hey, are you going?"

The two children looked at him bewilderedly, and then at Cosette.Corona raised the curtain and looked at him. "It's not appropriate to classify a group rashly," she said softly. "If you don't want to hear people say that waifs are a bunch of hooligans, you shouldn't say that the police are all useless people.—If you Yes, you can come to the school and ask about it any time later. Whatever the outcome, we will tell you."

Gavroche made a face at her, but Corona didn't take it seriously.He turned his head and asked the two children, "Are you really not leaving?"

There was no answer from either of them for a moment, and Gavroche walked away gracefully with his hands in his pockets.

The matter was later entrusted to Cosette.

She did a good job, although she was a little awkward and timid when dealing with the police, she was already very skilled on the workers' side.She temporarily boarded her two children with a worker's family. The mother of this family was in a literacy class, and the eldest daughter, who was nine, had just entered a public elementary school.There were originally two little boys below, but they both died of the wind and cold the previous winter.The mother accepted Corona's temporary support, so she poured all her excess maternal love on the two children who lost their homes.

Javert, despite his fearsome reputation and iron heart, was unequivocal in his work.He quickly found out that the two children were originally raised by Miss Mayi, so he found Miss Mayi who had been imprisoned, and learned from her that the two children were originally supported by Mr. Gillenormand.He took Cosette to find Mr. Gillenormand's annual interest agent, and the two coordinated and signed a new contract: the working family will continue to raise the two children and get [-] per month. allowance in francs.The family situation of this family of workers improved immediately, and although the treatment of the two children could not be compared with that of the past-the education provided by the parents of workers who are not very literate is really limited-they can continue to have enough to eat. Dress warmly.As for Mr. Bash, the annual interest agent, he doesn't care, after all, the child is not his own son.

It took only two days to get everything done.Cosette had reported to Gavroche and Coronne, and she was also very happy in her heart.She couldn't help strolling to the back garden that night, to sit on the stone bench and wait for Eponine.

Eponine has not been here for a long time.Half a month had passed since she threw a note in a hurry that day, and Cosette never saw her shadow again.She was always full of curiosity, thinking that when she saw her again, she must ask what was going on.Then on this cornerstone, she piled up the things she wanted to say to her one by one, like a child building a tower with stones.She wanted to talk about the thrilling robbery, she wanted to talk about a book she had read recently, and she wanted to talk about the wisteria blooming in the garden.Now that another piece was added to this stone tower, she wanted to tell the story of the two children, how she had done it properly, and was worried to death for a while.

When she walked to the stone bench she used to sit at the back of the garden, she found a stone there.

There is no doubt that no one in the family would do this.Somebody must have put his arm through the gate and put the stone in.And there was only one person Cosette could think of who would do it.She cheered happily in her heart, and immediately ran to the iron gate, climbed on the railing with both arms, and looked out through the gap.But there was nothing outside, all she could see was the empty road illuminated by dim street lights.

She waited there for quite a while, but had to give up, and returned to the stone bench in disappointment.At this time, she looked at the stone carefully, only to find that there was a white corner exposed under the stone, which was an envelope.Cosette picked up the stone curiously and opened the envelope.It was a white envelope, without wax or writing, but contained several sheets of paper.She pulled out the letter paper, stood up and walked into the iron gate, and read the letter by the dim light outside.It reads in beautiful letters:

【Reduce the universe to the only one person, and expand the only one person to God, this is love.Love is the worship of the angels to the stars. 】

【How sad is the soul, when it is sad for love!What a emptiness it is to miss the One who alone fills heaven and earth!Ah!How true it is that a lover becomes a god.It is easy to understand that God would be sad if the father of the world had not created the universe for the sake of the soul, and the soul for the sake of love. 】

[Being able to see a slight smile under a purple ribbon and white knot gauze hat from a distance is enough to make the soul enter a wonderful dream. 】

……

A total of fifteen pieces of letter paper, the ink is thick or light, seems to be written in different days, but they are all similar words expressing love.Cosette, forgetting the dim light, read and reread, savoring the words.Every word of those mysterious words dazzled her, and immersed her heart in a strange radiance.Who wrote these letters?Now that Éponine's name had disappeared from her mind, she was sure in her heart that it was him!It must be him!He has been here!

She trembled in a flash of the passion of love that she had once felt in her walks in the Luxembourg Gardens.She climbed the iron railing and looked out again, but still found nothing.So she squeezed the letters between trembling fingers, took up the envelope, and pressed them to her breast.She trotted upstairs, returned to her room, looked at them again and again, and even imprinted the change of ink thickness in each letter in her heart.Had Jean Valjean seen her at this moment, he would have trembled at the uncontrollable gleam in her eyes. "Yes!" she thought. "It's definitely him! He sent it to me!"

The stone tower in her heart collapsed in front of these fluffy letter papers.At this moment, she thought of the stone bench in the back garden, and her mind was full of the young man she admired, and for a while she completely forgot about Eponine.

The author has something to say: the content of the letter and a small part of the subsequent description are from the original Les Misérables.

After the plot entered 1832, it felt very difficult to advance...

When I open the document every day, I ask myself countless times, is there any character that I haven't written? Hurry up and write!Once on the barricades there is no turning back!