Chapter 258 Volume 8 Joy and Disappointment

Readers already understand that Eponine, under the instruction of Manon, went to Rue Plumet to recognize the woman living in the iron gate, and immediately stopped the gangsters, and then she led Marius to get there.Marius, after gazing raptly for days at the iron gate, moved by that power which draws iron filings to the lodestone, and the lover to the door of the house in which the lover lives, finally imitated Romeo. The story with Juliet, got into Cosette's garden, Romeo had to climb over a fence that day, but Marius only needed a little effort, and the iron gate was in disrepair, like the teeth of the elderly, One of the dangling iron bars on the rusted door frame was removed from the mortar, and his slender body passed easily.

No one had ever passed that street, and Marius entered the garden only after dark, so he was in no danger of being discovered. Not a single day had passed since Marius had been there since that happy and holy moment when they kissed and committed themselves to each other.Had Cosette, at this juncture of her life, been met with the love of an unruly licentious man, it would have been her ruin, for kind and generous people tend to submit easily, and Cosette was of that nature.One sign of female magnanimity is concessions.Love, when it reaches its absolute height, is often mixed with a feeling that makes people inexplicably throw the concept of chastity to the sky and blindly follow it blindly.But, noble man, what perils you have to go through!Often, what you hold out is a piece of sincerity, while what others take is flesh.The heart is still your heart, and you tremble secretly looking at it.Love never takes the middle route. It does not help others, but it harms others.The whole destiny of man is this dualism.Nothing is more ruthless in the fate of man than love to pursue this dualism of misfortune and blessing.Love is life if it is not death.It is a cradle and a coffin.The same emotion can make two completely opposite decisions in the human heart.Among all things created by God, the human heart emits the greatest light, but unfortunately, it is also the human heart that creates the deepest darkness.

The love that God intended Cosette to encounter was that of a helping one. Every night during the whole of May in 1832, in the little barren garden, among the weeds growing more and more fragrant and lush, there were always those two people who reflected each other in the dark, they were so chaste and so innocent. Innocent, full of happiness in the sky, although they are human couples, they are more like angels, pure, faithful, ecstatic, and radiant.It seemed to Cosette that Marius was wearing a crown, and to Marius it seemed that Cosette was wearing a halo.They looked at each other, held hands, and were close to each other, but there was a certain distance between them that they had never crossed.It's not that they don't dare to cross, but they never thought about it.Marius feels a fence: Cosette's chastity, and Cosette feels attached: Marius' fidelity.The first kiss is the last kiss.From that time on, Marius limited himself to touching Cosette's hand with his lips, or her scarf, or a ring of her hair.For him, Cosette is a fragrance, not a woman.He breathes her.She refused nothing, and he asked nothing.Cosette was happy, Marius was satisfied.They lived in this state of boundless bliss—a state that might be called the admiration of one soul for one soul.It was the indescribable first burning of two virgin hearts in the ideal realm.It is the meeting of two swans in the constellation Virgo.

In that moment of love, when lust is absolutely silenced by the mighty power of admiration, Marius, Marius, pure as a fairy boy, may find a courtesan, but never Cosette's dress. The hem of the robe rose to the height of her ankle.Once, in the moonlight, when Cosette stooped to pick up something lying on the ground, her collar opened a little and began to reveal the hollow of her neck, and Marius turned his eyes elsewhere. What happened between these two men?nothing.They just love each other. At night, when they were together, the garden seemed to be a living sanctuary.All the flowers bloom around them and give them their fragrance, and they, too, spread their souls and spread them to the flowers.The surrounding plants are full of energy and juice, facing these two innocent people who are whispering, they can't help but feel drunk and sultry, and their hearts are full of spring.

What are they talking about?Just noises.There is no other.These sounds are enough to stir and excite the whole natural world.When we read such conversations in books, we always feel that they are smoke under the leaves that can only be blown away by the wind, but the great magic in it is difficult to understand.You take away those harp-like accompaniments and melodies from the depths of the soul from the whispers of two lovers, and all that remains is a black shadow, you say, what!That's all!No, just some childish words, words that everyone said and said again, meaningless joking words, useless nonsense, silly words, but they are also the most outstanding and profound words in the world!The only thing worth saying is also worth hearing!

Anyone who has never heard of these stupid words, these shallow words, who has never said them himself, is a fool and a villain. At that time Cosette said to Marius: "do you know?……" (How, in all this conversation, they could casually address themselves to "you" with that innocent feeling of virginity, neither he nor she could explain.) "Did you know? My name is O'Fraghi." "Ophraj? No way, your name is Cosette." "Oh! Cosette, what an ugly name, it was just called me at random when I was a child. My real name is Euphraghi. Don't you like that name, Euphraghi?"

"Of course I like it... But Cosette is not unpleasant." "Do you think Cosette is better than Euphraghi?" "Uh... yes." "Then I think Cosette is better, too. You are right, Cosette is lovely. Call me Cosette." There was also a smile on her face, which made these conversations comparable to the language of the shepherd boy and shepherd girl in the celestial garden. Another time, looking fixedly at him, she exclaimed: "Sir, you are beautiful, you are beautiful, you are smart, you are not stupid at all, your knowledge is much more profound than mine, but I dare say that when it comes to the three words 'I love you', your experience is better than that of my own. fuck me!"

At this moment, Marius wandered into space, as if he heard a love song sung by the stars. Or, she pats him, and because he coughs, she says to him: "Please don't cough, sir. I don't allow people to cough in my house without my permission first. Coughing is very wrong and causes me concern. I want you to be in good health because, first of all, I, if you are not , I am in too much pain. What do you tell me to do!" This kind of outright words should only be found in the sky. Once Marius said to Cosette: "Think about it, for a while, I thought your name was Yu Xiu'er."

They laughed all night at this. In another conversation, he happened to recall, and exclaimed: "Oh! One day, in the Luxembourg Gardens, I nearly broke the bones of an old wounded soldier." But he stopped immediately and did not continue.Otherwise, he would have to talk about Cosette's garter, which was impossible for him.There is an invisible embankment here, and when it comes to carnal issues, there is a kind of holy fear that makes this innocent and heroic lover shrink back.In Marius's imagination, his and Cosette's life should be nothing but this: He came to the Rue Plumet every night, and put the cane on the iron gate of the president of the court. The old iron bar of adult beauty moved, sat side by side on the stone bench, looked up at the twinkling stars among the branches in the evening, let the folds of the knees of his trouser legs touch Cosette's wide skirt, and stroked her nails , Say "you" to her, take turns sniffing a flower... Forever, forever.At this time, white clouds floated over their heads.There are often more human dreams blown away by the breeze than white clouds in the sky.

Could it be that in this kind of pure love that is almost sincere, is there absolutely no performance of flattery?No."Speaking flattery" to a Quarantine is the first form of tender caress, a tentative semi-aggression.Flattery has the connotation of kissing through a veil.In it, the intimacy thought has stretched out its gentle fingertips covertly.In front of intimacy, the heart backs down for better love.Marius' sweet talk is full of reverie, it can be said that it has the color of blue sky.The birds of the sky should hear these words when they fly with the angels.But there are also life, human feelings, and Marius' great and strong self-confidence here.It is the language in the cave, the prelude to the love talk in the bridal chamber in the future, the tactful disclosure of the true feelings, the confluence of songs and poems, the kind exaggeration of the partridge's cuckoo courtship, and all the beauty that expresses the mood of worship. The beautiful texts and beautiful algae are the indescribable singing in the voices of two hearts.

"Oh!" whispered Marius, "how beautiful you are! I dare not look at you. So I only yearn for you. You are a form of beauty. I don't know how I do it. All you need is the toe of your shoe." Stretching out from under your dress, I get flustered. And what a light I see when you let me guess your thoughts! You speak with amazing persuasive power. Sometimes I think you're just Man of illusion. Speak, I hear you, I admire you. O Cosette! How strange and charming it is, I am indeed going mad. You are lovely, madam. I study you with a microscope feet, study your soul with a telescope." Cosette replied: "From this morning to now, I love you more and more every moment." In this kind of dialogue, one question and one answer, aimless, follow one's inclinations, and in the end, it is always like milk and water blending together, falling in love with each other. Cosette is innocent, simple, sincere, white, frank and bright everywhere.We can say she is bright.She makes people who see her feel as if they are seeing spring and dawn.There is dew in her eyes.Cosette is the condensed female form of the dawn. It was quite natural that Marius admired her as he adored her.But the truth is that this little boarder, newly honed from the seminary, spoke with wonderful insight, and sometimes with reasonableness and thoughtfulness.Her childish words may not be all childish.She can't make a mistake, and she can see right.A woman understands and converses with the tender nature in her--the instinct that makes no mistake.No one can speak as sweetly and deeply as women.Sweet and profound, the whole femininity is there, the whole endowment is there. In such happy moments, they will feel tears in their eyes at any time.A scarab beetle trampled to death, a feather that fell from a bird's nest, or a hawthorn branch that was broken would all make them sad. They would be dazed looking at it, immersed in slight melancholy, and would like to cry about it.The chief symptom of love is a feeling of sentimentality that is sometimes almost overwhelming. At the same time—these contradictions are the lightning games of love—they often laughed out loud, unrestrained, and funny, sometimes almost like two boys.However, although the intoxicated childlike innocence has no scruples, the inborn gender concept is always unforgettable.It still existed in both of them, and it could make a man vulgar or ennobled.However innocent their souls, there was still in this most chaste intimate conversation that respectable and mysterious propriety which distinguishes two lovers from two friends. They respect and love each other like gods. Things that are eternal and unchanging still exist.They are in love, smiling at each other, pursing their lips into a clown face, crossing their fingers, saying "you" and "you" and that doesn't prevent the passage of time indefinitely.At night, the two lovers hid together with the birds and roses in the dark and secret place, poured their hearts into their eyes, and attracted each other's attention in the dark. At this time, the space was full of huge celestial bodies moving.