Noble Villa [Whistling]

"How bold, do you know that I can hang you on the gallows?" Edgar said, looking at him.

"But you didn't, so why should I worry about things that didn't happen." Heathcliff lay directly on the bed and said with emotion: "It's so comfortable!"

In fact, it is not. After all, it is on the train. No matter how good the conditions are, there is no way to compare it with the room.

"Hey, don't be so sad, you are not the first." Heathcliff said to Edgar dissatisfied.

"Have you stolen a lot?"

"That's not called stealing, it's called taking." Heathcliff waited for him a look, and said confidently, "When I came in, those people were awake."

"It's just drunk and unconscious?" Edgar added.He knew that many people relied on the potency of wine to relieve loneliness when they traveled long distances, and of course there were not a few people who suffered losses because of it.

"Is it my fault?" Heathcliff suddenly became gloomy. "Those people are so rich that they feed their dogs with plenty of food. I just teach them a lesson."

"So, you think you are a messenger of justice?"

"Except you meddlesome gentlemen who think you are great, most people don't care about titles at all," said Heathcliff sarcastically, "as long as you can live."

"You are really negative like never before." Edgar looked at the person who should have slept in his seat and said, "It seems that Catherine is a wise choice not to elope with you."

"You can say whatever you want now, I don't care anymore." Heathcliff didn't have the expected impulse, "To be honest, I actually think so too."

Edgar looked at this guy who had no fighting spirit, and couldn't imagine why he lost so miserably in the previous life.Reduced to such a point, how can Heathcliff gather a lot of wealth in a short period of time.

"Your ability to rationally judge has returned to the position you already had." Edgar said with emotion, "Actually, you shouldn't have come out. Maybe you will have more opportunities in your hometown."

"For you, of course there are opportunities everywhere." Heathcliff disagreed.

It was late at night and it was dark outside.Street lights sometimes shine in, and it's not very clear, but Edgar seems to see the loneliness on Heathcliff's face.

"Will you go to Catherine's wedding?"

"I can't go in without an invitation," said Heathcliff calmly. "What can I do if I go in? She won't talk to me anymore."

There is probably nothing more uncomfortable than watching your childhood playmates drift away.

"How are you doing recently? What else happened that I don't know about." Maybe it's because it's too quiet here, or I've been wandering outside for too long.Heathcliff actually took the initiative to talk to Edgar.

"My father adopted Mike." Edgar thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the only thing worth mentioning.

"Which Mike, from Uncle David's family?" Heathcliff was obviously a little surprised. Everyone knew that Mr. Linton was a well-known good husband, and those who met the Earnshaw family regarded the adopted son as a sign of betrayal. .

"No, it's Mike the Stable Boy," Edgar explained.

"That weak guy? Sure enough, everyone in your family is the same." Heathcliff sneered disdainfully.

"You know you haven't learned the most important part of aristocratic life, etiquette and decoration." Edgar glanced at him and said, "Anyway, he is a very good boy. Dad has high hopes for him, and even He sent to the United States to study, presumably he will achieve something."

"That's nothing at all. Mr. Earnshaw still wants me to inherit his manor and land, and I'm still what I am now." Heathcliff gave up hope at all, "a stable boy is a stable boy. Don't dare to do anything, I must be secretly despising him in my heart."

"I don't think so. At least Mike will look more like a gentleman than you in the future." Edgar shook his head and retorted.

The author has something to say:

Sometimes I have to be moved by myself, after all, it has been written for a long time

Heathcliff: Huh