[Tess of the D'Urbervilles] Concubine Wan Gui counterattacks the doormat

In the evening, the sky still reveals a trace of light, the brightest one is revealed from a large piece of brightly colored clouds in the west, and the surrounding area has been surrounded by twilight.

At this time, the workers of the Talbothas Dairy Farm began to drive the cows grazing on the lush and juicy pasture back to the barn as usual, and the pollen turned into mist when they touched the weeds that did not reach the calf Flying out, the white petals of the apple trees on the side of the road slowly fell from time to time, making this rural dairy farm bathed in the twilight even more peaceful.

At this time, a crisp harp melody of "Ding Dong" slowly rippled in the night, and with the evening wind blowing, it was sent round and round further into the depths of the valley.The young girls who were driving the cattle raised their heads one after another, and cast admiring and infatuated glances at the attic of the male workers' dormitory not far away.

The young and handsome Mr. Clare is playing the piano again, and it's really nice!

In the attic on the second floor, Claire held the harp, closed his eyes, and skillfully plucked the complicated strings back and forth with both hands.The sound of the harp is unpretentious, blowing into the heart like a breeze, but the heart of its player is not as peaceful as the notes under his hands.

Every night since his return from d'Urberville, he has had a dream about a girl.

In a hazy dream, he saw the process of acquaintance, acquaintance and love between himself and a 16-year-old girl in the Tabotess Dairy Farm.He saw 'he' sent her across the river with an excuse, picked her up but waded unhurriedly, and even made bumps on purpose so that she had to hug him tightly back'; saw 'he' taking advantage of her When milking the cows, he bent down and kissed her lips, which became more and more beautiful under the sun; seeing them sitting in the milk cart, the wind and the storm outside, but "he" entangled with her and kissed her along the raindrops on her face... ...he fell in love with that girl in his dream, and even couldn't wait to dream of her earlier every night.It's a pity that when he woke up, he had already forgotten her appearance, and the only thing left in his memory was the white light emanating from her body.

He loved her, madly in love with her!

He didn't know her name, didn't know her appearance, but he knew she must be a pure and beautiful girl, who attracted him like a moth into a fiery love, unable to extricate himself.

However, the more this happened, the more dissatisfied he became.He desperately wanted to see her, eager to hug her and kiss her like in a dream, instead of having to be separated from her at dawn!This longing is getting bigger and bigger in his heart, and he has suspected more than once that the silhouette he saw at D'Urberville Manor that day is her!

Who is she?Why live in the d'Urberville estate?He even wanted to ask her in person... if it was her in the dream!

However, the gentleman education he received since he was a child made him control himself.Yes, how could he... How could he arbitrarily damage the reputation of a lady?In fact, the above are all excuses. What Claire is most afraid of and the last thing she wants to think about is that the gentle girl sitting by the window with her child in her arms is the fiancée defiled by Alec d'Urberville.Every time he thought of this possibility, he didn't dare to speculate any further, so during the day these days, he was tormented repeatedly in wild thinking and impatient waiting.

Just wait...just wait...no!God knows what he was convincing himself to wait for!However, besides waiting, what else can he do now that he is timid?

With a sudden stroke of his hand, he lost the patience to continue playing, and the beautiful sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

"Ah, my girl, my girl! Why do I love you like this!" He threw himself heavily on the bed, buried his face in the sheet and whispered, "Which one of you do I love? The you in my dream is the one who gives me exactly the same feeling in reality.” He continued to mutter, trying to question himself as a bystander, and gradually, he fell into a deep sleep, meeting the one in his dream. the one she had.

Drowsy, he couldn't hear what she said to 'him'.All he could see in his eyes was her pain, self-blame, and even despair.

She knelt at 'his' feet, staring blankly at him with beautiful eyes without tears, but 'he' stood up abruptly, with a distorted face but burst out laughing, he didn't know what to say in his mouth, But he guessed that it was definitely hurting her. She begged 'him' hard, but was hurt even more by him. The harsh words came out of his mouth, but 'he' seemed to be enjoying her pain, accusing her even more, insulting her, causing her to cry in despair and collapse to the ground.

He felt very familiar with this scene, as if he had experienced it himself. A series of huge and complex negative emotions such as remorse, self-blame, and guilt almost overwhelmed him. With a cool face, I reached out to touch it and found that I was crying in my dream.

At this time, the sky outside was bright, and he could hear the footsteps and laughter of the milkmaid outside the attic, and even smell the smell of cheese being stirred.

He sat up and stared blankly at the only small wooden window in the attic.

Someone knocked on the door, and a crack was pushed open, and someone poked his head in. It was Ferander, a mixer worker who was sleeping next door.

"Mr. Claire? It's time to change your job." He reminded.

After a pause, Claire came back to her senses, "Okay."

Claire was about to get out of bed, but his movements were interrupted by the sudden ringing of a bell.

Not knowing what he thought of, he suddenly looked up in panic and asked Feiande who was still waiting for him: "Is today Sunday?"

Ferlande didn't understand why his expression changed drastically, but he still answered truthfully: "Yes, sir."

Claire got off the bed abruptly, without even putting on her coat, and quickly opened the door to pass Fernande,

"Mr. Claire?" Feander shouted behind him, but he could only see his back disappearing around the corner of the stairs in a hurry.

At the stables, Claire untied the carriage dragged by the horse, stepped on the horse neatly, and galloped away with the whip whipped, only a cloud of pollen that turned into mist was raised.

Wait for me, please, you must wait for me!Claire prayed anxiously.

The horse jumped up the ridge all at once, and drove vigorously on the undulating mountain road.But, not enough, not fast enough, faster!Claire yelled in her heart, whipping the horse desperately, the horse was beaten hard all of a sudden, "咴咴" screamed, her front legs were thrown back, and she fell backwards. Rolling uncontrollably down the ridge and down the valley.

During the tumbling, all the past events came to mind.

"Tess, I can't bear that now, and if I think I can - if it can be done, I'll come back to you. But unless it's me, you'd better not think about it." Find a way to find me."

"You don't understand my difficulty! I will despise myself, and I will even despise you! How can I live with you as long as that man lives? Your real husband is him, not me. If he dies, Maybe this question is different."

"I care more for people who walk away from me," he said cynically. Thousands of them."

"My wife is dead! Dead! Dead!"

"..."

He remembered everything, his lover, Tess he loved the most, the hurtful things he said and did when he knew she was no longer pure, and the regretful things she had done in order to reconnect with her. Together with him, he raised a knife and killed d'Urberville, remembering that she had not forgotten to entrust her sister to him before she died... But, but!How could he live happily with Lisa after he had brutally ruined her with ignorance and selfishness?

He stopped struggling and let himself roll down the steep slope. Before he lost consciousness, he seemed to see the bright morning light in the sky breaking through the morning mist.

At the bottom of the lush and lush hillside, a comatose man lay quietly on the grass. A drop of crystal tears slowly rolled down from the corner of his eye and fell on the grass next to him. Slid down, dissolved into the wet earth, and could no longer be distinguished.

*****

Today is Sunday, the church wedding day for Alec and His Majesty.

Since the pastor had announced the wedding three times on Sunday three weeks before the wedding, and because of the special nature of the couple, there were many people who wanted to join in the fun, so all the seats in the church were filled.

Everyone quietly watched the couple in front of the church.

The groom, Alec d'Urberville, wore a tuxedo-style black dress with a short front and a long back, a white linen shirt inside, an ironed white bow tie of the same texture as the shirt, and white silky gloves The bride Tess Durbeyfield was wearing a white dress with a flared hem. From the almost transparent outer layer of the white gauze, one could see that the inner layer was embroidered with large and beautiful orange flowers symbolizing fertility. The conservative and noble stand-up collar is inlaid with a lot of beautiful lace, which tightly wraps the beautiful neck, highlighting the fullness and beauty of the chest below the neck, and the whole person looks extremely beautiful.

At this moment, the bride is holding a bouquet of large pure white calla lily flowers that are tied into balls with dewdrops in one hand, and holding the groom in the other hand, wearing a long and transparent lace veil that sets off her beautiful and delicate face. Looming, it is more eye-catching than the rosebuds inserted in her rolled-up hair, as evidenced by the groom's gaze at her from time to time.

"All the people of the Lord, we are gathered here today. Under the witness of the Lord and the witnesses of many guests, the bride and groom are about to enter the palace of marriage...Alec d'Urberville, would you like to marry the one around you?" As your legal wife, will this young lady obey the will of the Lord together?"

Alec woke up from his obsession with the beauty who was to be his wife, and answered eagerly, "I would, of course I would."

Some of the guests let out small, good-natured laughter.

The pastor turned to his wife: "Tess Durbeyfield, are you willing to marry this gentleman beside you as your legal husband, love him and respect him, give everything to him, and obey the will of the Lord together?"

Alec held his breath and nervously looked at the empress beside him.

The corner of the empress's mouth rose: "I am willing."

Alec breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously.

As they were coming out of the church, the bellringer of the church began to move the bell. "Boom! Boom! Boom—" a triad of homely bells rang out, and from the transom of the bell tower, it rang so loudly around them that they could even feel the vibrations in the air until they Sitting in a luxurious open carriage, they drove towards the D'Urberville Manor. The bell was still ringing behind them, rippling outward...

Alec looked down at the delicate side face of the woman beside him, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, and let her lean on his shoulder.

She is his now.he thought happily.