Noble Villa [Whistling]

"What exactly do I have to do?" Catherine was persuaded, and she asked.

"Run boldly and go to the border forest, which is within the range of Thrushcross Grange. Hindley will have nothing to do with us. I will find you somewhere at sunset at the latest, and then we can leave together." Heathcliff took a twig and rowed on the ground to explain his plan to Catherine.

"The woods over there are dangerous."

"Don't worry, I have been grazing there for a long time before, and I am familiar with the road there. As long as I enter the woods, I will know what to do. I can find some bunnies and mushrooms. Alan promised to help Where we keep the kitchen, the caretaker in the woods has a hut with food."

"In short, everyone in Wuthering Heights is now waiting for Francis to give birth, and not many people will pay attention to us. This is our best chance, and I have been waiting for a long time."

"Okay, I run fast, no one can catch me." Catherine nodded.

The two children were innocently excited. They had no idea what the outside world was like, and therefore, they were fearless.

Thrushcross Heights has always been known for its beautiful scenery. Compared with Wuthering Heights, although it has a short history, it is more like the scenery of an ideal country manor in people's minds.

The sky is very blue, and there is still a little bit of firewood smell in the air, but it is very comfortable.Unlike London, which smells like death, this is a gift of nature.

Snowy, Christmas is coming, the elegant and beautiful Mrs. Linton is trying to decorate her living room.Especially the Christmas tree made her think hard, and she felt that something was missing no matter what.Although it was already gorgeous in the eyes of others, Mrs. Linton tried to fill in something to make it more attractive.

"Hang this string of bells on that candy belt," said Mrs. Linton to her maid.

The maid hung up, and Mrs. Linton looked at it seriously.

"No, no, it's better to change to this little crutch." Mrs. Linton changed her mind again.

The maid hung it up, and Mrs. Linton looked left and right, but she was still not very satisfied.

"Ma'am, what wine do you want for the dinner?" the butler stepped forward and asked.

"White wine, if there is any leftover, serve some sweet concocted wine as an appetizer." Mrs. Linton looked at the menu and said, "That's what I'm doing, go ask the master."

"Yes." The butler withdrew.

"What should I put on the top of the Christmas tree?" Mrs. Linton touched her chin with one hand, thinking about this question seriously.

"Anything is fine, anyway, it will be reinstalled every year." Edgar said indifferently.

"Whatever! Edgar, how could you treat me like this. I asked you again three days ago, and you are so indifferent." Mrs. Linton vented all the anger she had suppressed for so long.

Edgar also felt wronged, he just said what everyone was thinking.The Christmas tree is just a sign, and no one will pay too much attention to what hangs on the top, as long as it doesn't look very inappropriate, there will be no problem.He was about to defend himself when he heard his father shout.

"Ahem, Edgar." Mr. Linton put down the newspaper he had been using for pretense, and said to Edgar with a smile, "I recently found a very nice snuff pipe, please help me to look at it."

"I don't know how to identify." Edgar was a little puzzled, "Dad, I don't smoke, you know."

"So see, and you'll learn." Mr. Linton didn't change his mind.While Mrs. Linton was not paying attention, he secretly gave Edgar a look.

Edgar instantly understood what Dad meant, and he smiled and said, "Okay, I'm just going to see your collection, Dad."

After saying that, the father and son walked upstairs silently, pretending to sigh with emotion at those things that they didn't know what they were for.