"Come here, you two come here, I love you so much, ah! How good it is to die like this! You too, you love me, my Cosette. I know that you have always had affection for you, an old man, and how considerate you are for me by putting this cushion on my waist! You're going to cry for me a little, aren't you? Don't overdo it. I don't want you to be really sad. Have much pleasure, my children. I also forgot to tell you that a button without a pin is more profitable than anything else. The cost of twelve dozen was only ten francs, and it was sixty francs when sold. It's a really good deal. So don't be surprised that there will be 600,000 francs, Monsieur Peng. This is innocent money, and you will be rich in peace. There should be a car, and from time to time a box should be booked to go to the theater to see the play, and to make some beautiful ball costumes, and my Cosette, to entertain your friends with a feast, and live very happily. I wrote a letter to Cosette. She'll find my letter. I left the menorah on the fireplace for her. The candlestick is silver, but for me it is gold, it is diamond, and it can turn the candle that is inserted on it into a magic candle. I don't know if the one who gave it to me is happy with me in heaven, but I've done everything I can. Children, do not forget that I am a poor man, and you bury me in any piece of ground and cover me with a slate for a mark. This is my last wish. Don't engrave your name on the stone. It would be nice if Cosette could visit me sometimes. And you are coming, Mr. Peng Meixu. I want to admit to you that I haven't always had a crush on you, and I apologize to you for that. Now you and her, for me, are alone. I am very grateful to you and I feel that you have made Cosette happy. You know, Mr. Peng Meixu, her rosy and beautiful cheeks are my pleasure, and when I see her a little haggard, I am worried. In the cupboard there was a ticket for five hundred francs. I haven't used it yet. This is a handout to the poor. Cosette, do you see your little dress on this bed? Do you still recognize it? Actually, this was only 10 years ago. How time flies! How blessed we were. It's over now. Don't cry, children, I can't go far. I can see you from there. When it gets dark, you just have to look and you'll see me smiling. Cosette, do you remember how scared you were in the woods in Mon Fei Yi, and do you remember when I lifted the bucket handle? That was the first time I touched your poor little hand, and it was cold! Yes! Your hands were red from the cold, Miss, and now your hands are snow-white. And your big doll! Do you remember? You call her Katrin. You regret not taking her to the Girls' Academy! Sometimes you make me laugh, my sweet angel! When it rains, you put the grass stalks in the ditch and watch them float away. One day, I bought a wicker racket and a yellow, blue and green badminton ball for you. You've forgotten about it. How naughty you were when you were a kid! You're playing. You put the cherry in your ear. These are a thing of the past. The forest that my children and I walked through, the trees we walked underneath, the convent where we hid together, the games, the joyful laughter of childhood, are all gone. I've always thought it was mine, and that's where my stupidity lies. The people of the Denardi family are very fierce, forgive them. Cosette, it's time for me to tell you your mother's name. Her name is Fantine. Remember the name: Fantine. When you mention her name, you should kneel. She has suffered a lot. She loves you very much, and her pain is in contrast to your happiness. This is God's arrangement. He is in heaven, He sees us all, He knows everything He does in His stars. I'm going, children, and you love each other forever. There is little else in the world but love. You sometimes think about the poor old man who died here. Yes! My Cosette, I don't blame you for not seeing you all these times, my heart was broken; I walked all the way to the corner of the street where you lived, and people who saw me walking by must have thought me weird, and I was like crazy, and once I went out without a hat. Kids, I can't see it well now, I still have something to say, forget it. Think about me for a moment. You are God blessed. I don't know what's wrong with me, I see the light. Draw any closer to me, and I will die happily. Bring your dear head close to me, and I may put my hand on it. “

Cosette and Marius knelt down, flustered and choked with tears, each leaning on one of Valjean's hands, which no longer moved.

He fell back, and two candles shone on him; His white face looked up to heaven, and he asked Cosette and Marius to kiss his hand desperately, and he died.

The night was starless, it was pitch black, and in the darkness there might be a standing archangel with wings outstretched, waiting for the soul.

The six barren grasses are hidden, and the rain and dew are washed

In the Père Lachaise cemetery, near the ordinary graves, far from the secluded part of the cemetery, away from the strange and ugly tombs that display the fashionable style of the afterlife in the face of eternity, in a deserted corner, against an old wall, under a large metasequoia with morning glories, among the thatch and moss, there was a slab, which, like all the others, was peeled and moldy, mossy and piled with guano. The rain made it green, and the air blackened it. It is not on the side of any road, and people don't like to come here because the weeds are so high that their feet get soaked immediately. When a little sun appears, geckos appear, wild oats rustle around, and cardinals sing in the trees in spring.

The slab was bare, and the man who chiseled it thought only that it was needed to build a tombstone, and did not think about anything other than to make it long and wide enough to cover a person.

There is no name on it.

But many years ago, a hand wrote four lines of poetry on it with a pencil, which were slowly lost under the rain and dust, and today they are probably gone:

He rested in peace. Despite the ill-fated circumstances,

He still lives in secret. He lost his angel and he died;

Things happen naturally,

It's like night falling, and the sun is falling.