Chapter 240 six wars begin

Both Cosette and Marius were still in their shelters, and the prairie fire was on the verge of breaking out.Fate is slowly pushing the two of them closer to each other with its irresistible mysterious endurance. These two people, having accumulated enough electricity of love, may trigger a desperate battle like a storm at any time. The soul of love is like two dark clouds full of thunder and thunder. When the eyes glance or the lightning flashes, they will face each other and start a melee. People write so much about the look of the eyes in romance novels that in the end people don't pay much attention to it.We hardly now dare to say that two people are in love because they looked at each other.But that's how people love each other, and it can only be like that.The rest is just the rest, and that's a later date.There is nothing quite like the powerful vibration that two souls give each other as they exchange this spark.

At the moment when Cosette had inadvertently cast a glance at Marius that disturbed him, Marius had not expected him to disturb Cosette in the same way. He made her miserable and made her happy. She had been watching him and studying him since long ago, and like other girls, although she was watching and studying, her eyes were looking away.When Marius still thought Cosette was ugly, Cosette already thought Marius was beautiful.But since he paid no attention to her, the young man seemed indifferent to her. But she couldn't stop herself from saying to herself that his hair is beautiful, his eyes are beautiful, and his teeth are beautiful. When she heard him talking to his classmates, she also found his voice attractive and his walking posture ugly. I must say so, but he has his manners, and he doesn't look stupid at all, he is noble, gentle, simple, conceited, poor in appearance, but good-looking.

On that day, their eyes met, and at last they suddenly conveyed to each other those first things that were concealed, that words could not express, but that Gu Pan could talk about in detail, which Cosette did not understand at first.She returned thoughtfully to the house in the Rue West where Jean Valjean was spending his six weeks, as was his custom.When she woke up the next day, she thought of this unknown young man. He had always been cold and indifferent, and now he seemed to be paying attention to her, which she did not like at all.She was a little angry at this handsome young man who was full of airs.A kind of intention to prepare for war fluctuated in her heart.She seemed to feel, and felt, an intensely childlike pleasure that she must take revenge.

Knowing her beauty, she is very confident - although she can't see it clearly - she has a weapon.Women play with their beauty as children play with their knives.They are asking for trouble. We remember Marius' hesitation, his impulsiveness, his fear.He always stays on his bench and doesn't come near.This made Cosette angry and annoyed.One day she said to Jean Valjean: "Let's go over there, father." Seeing that Marius would never come to her side, she went to him.In this respect every woman is like Muhammad.And, strange to say, the first symptom of true love is timidity in young men, but boldness in young women.This may seem inexplicable, but it is actually very simple.This is the result of the two sexes trying to approach each other and adopt each other's character.

That day, the look of Cosette drove Marius mad, and the look of Marius made Cosette tremble.Marius walked away confidently, but Cosette's heart was in a state of agitation.Since that day, they have been in love. Cosette's first feeling was one of bewildered and heavy distress.She felt her soul grow darker every day.She no longer recognized it.The whiteness of girls' souls is composed of calmness and lightheartedness, like snow, which melts when it encounters love, and love is its sun. Cosette does not yet know what love is.She had never heard anyone else use the word in an earthly sense.In the secular music textbooks adopted by the seminary, "amour" (love) is replaced by "tambour" (drum) or "pandour" (robber).This became a dull gourd for exercising the imagination of those big girls, such as: "Ah, what a drum!" or: "Pity is not a robber!" But Cosette was too young when she left the convent Worry about the "drum".So she didn't know what name to give to her present feelings.Don't people suffer from a disease if they don't know its name?

The more she doesn't know what love is, the more she loves deeply.She doesn't know if it's good or bad, helpful or harmful, necessary or fatal, long-term or temporary, permitted or forbidden, she's just loving.She would be puzzled if someone said to her: "Didn't you sleep well? Don't do that! Can't you eat? It's too bad! Do you feel short of breath? It shouldn't be like this! You see a man in black People appear in the shade at the end of a certain lane, and your face turns red and white? This is really mean!" She must not understand, and she may reply: "There is nothing I can do about something. I don’t know, so how could it be my fault?”

The love she encountered was precisely the kind that best suited her mood at the time.It was adoration from a distance, a wordless admiration, the apotheosis of a stranger.That is the revelation of youth to youth, a dream that has been a good thing and is only a dream, long-awaited, finally realized and has a ghost of flesh and blood, but has no name, no sin, no fault, no demand, no error, In a word, it is an unattainable lover who stays in the ideal realm, a fantasy with image.Cosette was still half immersed in the lingering smoke of the convent at this beginning period, and any more practical and intimate contact would have felt abrupt to her.She had all the scruples of a child and all the scruples of a nun.She had been in the convent for five years, and the convent spirit in her head was still slowly emanating from her, making her feel that everything around her was in jeopardy.What she wanted in this case was not a lover, not even a confidant, but a phantom.She began to adore Marius as something moving, radiant, impossible.

The extremes of innocence and coquettishness are connected, and she smiles at him without meaning. Every day she waited anxiously for the hour of her walk, and she felt an indescribable joy at meeting Marius, and thought she had indeed expressed all her thoughts when she said to Jean Valjean: "This Luxembourg Garden is a wonderful place." The place!" There was still darkness between Marius and Cosette.They haven't talked to each other yet, they don't greet each other, they don't know each other, they can see each other, just like the stars separated by thousands of miles in the sky, they survive by looking at each other.

This is how Cosette gradually grew into a woman, beautiful and passionate, knowing that she is beautiful but not passionate.She is very cute, because she is naive and ignorant.