[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Cosette and Fantine calmly tell the police everything they need to know: Are there any revolutionaries?Are there any casualties?No, how could it be? There is absolutely no need for a decent and wealthy family like them to have anything to do with those violence.Where is Corona? Miss Evermond?She had gone to England, had bought a boat ticket several days ago, and had left the port the day the uprising broke out.Someone saw another blond girl who looked exactly like her fighting on the barricades?How could it be, she was only a painter, and everyone in Paris knew it.A famous painter who can earn thousands of francs for a painting, why can't he think about going to the barricades to fight?

The police were dubious about their claims, but Mademoiselle Evermond, though no longer an aristocrat, kept in close touch with those noble ladies, and the Countess of Morcerf was especially close to her.Moreover, she has a high popularity among the common people.They didn't want to cause trouble, and left after a quick question, without even asking to enter the room to search.

And Fantine, who had a calm and indifferent face, closed the door, and immediately went back to Corona's room—she ran up the stairs, looking expectantly at Cosette who was guarding the bed, and Cosette turned towards her. She shook her head, Corona on the bed was motionless, except for weak, irregular breathing with some noises, she was almost no different from a dead person.

This death-like situation lasted for a full nine days.On the tenth day, Corona moved for the first time.At that time, Fantine was standing by the bed, she caught the slightest movement almost immediately, sat up, and bent down towards Corona. "Corona?"

Corona's long eyelashes trembled slightly.Her eyes slowly opened a slit, but she didn't seem to see her.The pale lips moved slightly, and Fantine immediately moved her ear closer.Corona finally caught the word when she said it for the third time—it was more air than sound.

"……Father……"

On the verge of death, she did not recognize her sister, but called for her father.Fantine tried to hold her hand, and spoke to her: "Corona, Corona, wake up!"

But Corona seemed unable to recognize her voice—no, perhaps she had not heard Fantine at all.It was undoubtedly Sidney Carton she was calling, but Fantine naturally knew that Carton had passed away many years ago.She had complicated feelings for that man, but she didn't know him well.

"Mr. Jean!" She ran out the door and called without hesitation.

Jean Valjean appeared almost at once from the landing. "Corona is awake! She wants to see her father." Fantine explained to him.

In this room, Jean Valjean was the only one who was still a little familiar with Sidney Carton.He quickly approached the bed and leaned over, but Corona had already fallen into a deadly sleep again.

He took over from Fantine and stayed there.It wasn't until the early morning of the next day that Corona on the bed made any movement again.Jean Valjean, who was leaning against the wall with closed eyes, opened them almost at once, and leaned over to the bed. "What did you say?" he asked softly.

"……Father……"

"You want Mr. Carton?"

"Do not."

She seemed to put a lot of effort into saying this word, making it much clearer, even though she said it in such a weak voice, it still carried a resolute flavor, "Don't...let...he...know ..."

Jean Valjean closed his eyes.

"He won't know," he said firmly.

He didn't know if Corona heard this, but she seemed relieved and fell into a peaceful sleep.Jean Valjean sat on the edge of the bed, folded his hands on his forehead, and bowed his head.

"If God is ever merciful," he prayed under his breath, "please don't let him know."

From this day on, she slowly sobered up.The injury did not recur, but it healed very slowly, and in the eyes of distraught relatives and friends, it almost seemed that it was not getting better at all.Cosette ran around like a little lark in several houses and rooms all day long, washing the wraps, caring for the wounded, and bringing new news to her friends in turn.Like the other wounded, Coronne, fully awake for the first time, immediately demanded to know the outcome of the revolution and the condition of her friends.Cosette told her exactly: Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and Eponine all survived.A large number of wounded who were sent away in advance, including Feuilly, Jean, and Father Mabeu, all survived.Bahoret, Bossuet, and Grantaire died on the barricades, along with 26 other workers and students.Marius and Jean Valjean return to the barricade, rescue her at the last moment, and bring back Combeferre and Courfeyrac.At that time the barricade was almost completely taken up by soldiers, who, with few enemies, fought hard. Marius was left behind, was badly wounded, and was sent back to his grandfather's house, but he, too, was alive. And according to the doctor, he's getting better soon.

Corona was taken aback when she heard Grantaire's name.She struggled to sit up and coughed violently. Cosette carefully patted her chest and poured her a glass of water.Corona pushed the water away and asked, "How did Grantaire die on the barricade?! He was obviously not there!"

Cosette was at a loss: "I don't know." She replied that she just heard the name from other places and didn't know Grantaire. "I'll go ask them!"

She pressed the corner of the quilt for Corona, and ran out the door quickly and silently. After a while, when Corona almost fell asleep, she ran back again. "Zuo Li said that he was drinking on the second floor of Collins that day, and then fell asleep drunk and never woke up. Everyone forgot that he was still there." She repeated clearly, "No one knows what happened afterwards— ―No one who survived entered the second floor. But there are rumors outside that he was the last one to die with the leader."

She finished speaking carefully, worried that Corona would get emotional because of it, but Corona reacted calmly this time, and even smiled slightly. "I hope so. That might be a good end for him, too," she said. "So, the legend says he died with the Leader, isn't it? About the Leader?"

Cosette shook her head: "I don't know," she said.But the look on her face said it all.Even if she didn't say it, Corona knew the final result: Enjolras would fight to the last moment.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and didn't ask any more questions.After waiting for a while, Cosette saw that she was lying quietly and did not speak any more, thinking that she had fallen asleep again, so she leaned forward and tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

Only then did she see that there was a clear tear streak across the corner of Corona's eyes.

Corona survived.Also just survived.It was as if her fire, which had burned so fiercely on the barricades, was now exhausted, and only a embers remained alive.When a month passed, and Combeferre, Courfeyrac, and the other wounded were able to walk a little, she remained in bed all day.As soon as Combeferre was able to rise and walk, he went to Corona's room, supported by Feuille.

She was sitting leaning against the head of the bed, teaching Cosette to draw a sketch.Seeing them, Cosette immediately jumped up and gave up her seat.Combeferre nodded his thanks to her, and sat down on the chair, while Coronna looked at him and smiled, relieved.She stretched out her hand, her skin was pale, and her wrist was thin, as if it would snap off.Combeferre shook her hand.

"I will say no more thanks, my dear friend." He said sincerely, "From now on, as long as you want, my life is yours."

"What do I want your life for? Besides, I wasn't the one who brought you out of there in the end." Corona smiled, "Forget about it."

Combeferre shook his head, but said nothing more.In the past ten years, their deep friendship as friends and comrades-in-arms no longer needs to be expressed in words. "Is your injury okay? What did the doctor say?" he asked.

"He said that I would probably be able to survive." Corona said in an overly flat tone, as if she was not talking about her own life or death, "but also—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly bent down and burst into a violent cough.She grabbed the handkerchief beside the bed and covered her lips: the white handkerchief was immediately splashed with scarlet blood spots.Cosette hastened to her body, trembling with coughing, and put her hand on her back, while Combeferre gripped her right hand.

"That knife seems to have hurt the lungs." After the cough subsided, he said worriedly.

"The doctor said yes.—but I think it's a blessing that the heart wasn't pierced."

"Indeed." Combeferre nodded.

Both were still sick, weak, and easily fatigued, so that after these few words Combeferre was obliged to take his leave.Instead, Corona stopped them. "Fuilly," she asked, "do you know where Enjolras is?"

Feuilly seemed a little hesitant, but Corona was very calm. "Don't worry, my friend. I know he must have died heroically—I just want to know what happened to him."

"I've been in touch with some friends," said Feuilly, "and they told stories about the final outcome of the battle on the barricades—that he died a heroic death. It is said that he was the last man to resist on the barricades, and there was a man who participated in the battle." The National Guard say they finally surrounded a fair-haired young man on the second floor of Collins, the man who had killed the gunner, but he could not do so because he 'felt as if he were going to shoot a flower'."

Corona closed her eyes. "But he must have died in the end," she said. "Then his..."

"Someone of us has gone to look for it." Feuilly quickly said, "They put the remains on the street, where they can be identified—I went there myself, and there are other female workers who did not participate in the revolution. Let's look at them one by one. We passed everyone fighting on the barricades, but...we didn't find Enjolras."

"Didn't find it?" Corona asked in surprise.

"No," said Feuilly. "I must have searched all the barricades in Paris, and I assure you that if there is Enjolras, I will recognize him at a glance. But I have never seen him. "

"I once guessed that maybe his father took him away before us." Combeferre added softly, "Even though Enjolras unilaterally severed contact with the family, his father always wanted to control himself. His son... Maybe he is still paying attention to the situation here. I have sent a letter to my family, asking them to inquire about the situation of Enjolras’ house. But I haven’t received a reply yet.”

Corona nodded. "Thank you," she said, without saying anything else.

The author has something to say: the ending of Grantaire has not been changed because... I think Grantaire is already a HE.

I don't think Grantaire is a momentary stumbler who can be persuaded to quit drinking or change his mind.His world view has been formed and is very firm. He is a pessimist who questions everything and believes in nothing. Keeping him alive is not what makes him happy, and death is not the most terrible thing for him.Rather, I think being able to die with Enjolras, being recognized by Enjolras at the last moment, and getting his rare display of humanity is the best ending for Grantaire.

Enjolras lives!But how to live will not be explained clearly until many chapters... The next few chapters will be more complicated. Sorry, if you feel that you don’t want to eat a knife, you can leave a message and ask me to replace the update with the modern AU sprinkle sugar, but the text is still OTZ who had to knife