[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter25 rest is to start again!

Wait, Mr. Rochester?

Did you walk into the world of "Jane Eyre"?No wonder the terms "Thornfield" and "Mrs. Fairfax" look so familiar!

Jane silently complained about the bad taste of the great god of time travel, silently undertook Mr. Rochester's mysterious gaze, and silently looked up at the sky.

The British sky is always clouded, just like Mr. Rochester's frown.

Then, she followed this gloomy and mysterious man into the same gloomy and mysterious castle.

... Thornfield must have been built in the Middle Ages, who would have built every wall with huge stones in the 19th century?The stones are crooked, different in size, uneven, dark and damp, with the visual sense of vampire castle, bad review!

...Actually, it's not as bad as she complained about.This is an ancient manor that seems to have stood for hundreds of years. It is entirely made of stones, quiet, cold and spectacular.There is no aggressive luxury, nor the solemnity of swearing.

Candlelight shone through a round window with a curtain drawn over it, and the rest was pitch black.The front door was wide open, and it could be seen that the chickens and dogs were jumping inside-because the host didn't play cards according to common sense and came back without saying hello.

When Jane, with a sad face, went upstairs behind the host whose every line conveyed joy and pride, she couldn't help but find that the stairs and handrails were all made of oak, and the windows on the stairs were all tall lattice windows. The latticed windows and the long passage leading from bedroom to bedroom, together with the old wooden doors with bolts, made it look less like a house than a church.

There was an air of catacomb-like emptiness and gloom pervading the stairs and corridors, perfectly suited to Mr. Rochester's style--provided he did not wear a triumphant smile full of sarcasm and mischief.

When Mr. Rochester ruthlessly rejected Mrs. Fairfax's arrangement and led Jane, who looked weak and innocent, into a tidy and clean small room, he finally blurted out a steady stream of jokes: "I'm still satisfied." Did you see that, Miss Bennet?"

Wiping her lips weakly—wiping away the blood spurted out of her imagination—she replied with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Mr. Rochester, I can't be more satisfied."

"I don't know if my performance can be commensurate with the word 'gentleman', picky lady witch?" Mr. Rochester pressed on.

"If you don't stop making such unreasonable ridicule, I will take back my praise, Mr. Employer, who is mean and vengeful." Jane was inspired to fight, and she held her head high and sneered back.

Hmph, I must never let you enjoy it alone!I also have fun interacting!

What about integrity, can I eat it?

"You don't seem to be a lady with a big heart, Miss Bennet!" There was a bit of gnashing of teeth added to the host's words.

"I've never claimed to be a lady, but you, sir, can't bear to be questioned about your 'gentlemanly behaviour'. By God, who is the less generous?"

"Watch out, tricky chick," murmured Mr. Rochester, "go to bed--I mean, if you like, please--to-morrow I'll find time to talk to you and see if you Enough for the job of governess."

"You are such a gentleman, Mr. Rochester!" Jane curtseyed exaggeratedly, poked her head out of the door and smiled at him, shutting the door of the angry male host.

Mr. Rochester took a few deep breaths, his broad chest heaving—then he decided he needed a bottle of bromide.

On the other side of the wooden door, Jane's mood was completely different.She left the door bolt open, took off her hat and cloak, and hung them over the fireplace, with the muff and umbrella leaning casually in the corner.

Although Thornfield completely followed the route of the vampire castle, this small room was furnished in a very modern way—to be exact, it was in line with the modern standards of the nineteenth century.

After three full years of physical and mental exhaustion, Jane finally arrived at a safe and warm haven.

Jane dealt with the wine and sandwiches sent by Mrs. Fairfax in threes and fives. After eating and drinking, she plunged into the warm and soft blanket—she hadn't been lying so comfortably in three years. ——Jane originally thought that she would think about it, but found that she didn't even have the energy to operate her brain cells.

There was no sound, she seemed to be floating in a timeless vacuum, only the occasional flickering candles by the bed, beating and embellishing this quiet time and space.

In the dim candlelight, there seemed to be a voice out of thin air asking her: Why do you want to travel?What is the point of traveling?

I have no idea.she muttered to herself.Maybe looking for it.

What are you looking for?

I can't tell.But as long as I think of all kinds of unheard-of ups and downs, hardships and sorrows, all kinds of people and things, and different scenery waiting for me in different destinations, I can't help but want to start.

At this moment, there are no cockroaches and thorns on Jane's bed, no worries and fears in this small room.She doesn't have to worry about the next meal, and she doesn't have to doubt the benevolence and kindness of the host...

Just like Scarlett who has experienced many vicissitudes and hardships, Jane told herself with ridiculous apprehension and anticipation that tomorrow is a new day.

Tiredness and contentment surged up, and waves of sleep enveloped her gently.

Crisp and melodious music rang in her ears, and the sunlight seeped in through the gaps in the bright blue calico curtains, illuminating the four walls covered with wallpaper and the floor covered with carpets, making Jane almost think that she was back in the Langbourne.

"Do you like this gift, Jane?" A soft loli voice sounded in my ears, in French, as beautiful as the music flowing in my ears.

Jane stretched her waist long, and through thick and heavy eyelashes, she saw two dolls dancing to the music—what a delicate and charming music box.

"This gift makes today my happiest day, Adele." Jane nestled in the soft quilt and replied in the same nasal voice.The reason for the thick nasal voice was that she was not fully awake.

Adele crawled into bed, cheering with joy at finally having someone she could talk to.

"You can talk to me as well as Mr. Rochester. I can talk to you as I can talk to him. Sophia can talk to you too, and she'll be very happy, no one here understands her, and Mrs. Fairfax speaks English again. Sophia is my nurse, and I crossed the ocean with me in a big boat, and there was smoke coming from a chimney, what a thick smoke! I fell ill, and Sophia fell ill. And Mr. Rochester fell ill. Mr. Rochester was lying on the sofa in a nice room called the Salon, and Sophia and I were sleeping on a cot in another place. It was like a shelf, and I almost fell off Miss, what's your name?"

Jane rubbed her eyes, and finally saw what little Lolita looked like.She is petite, with a pale face, slender limbs, small and exquisite facial features, a small pink mouth pouted coquettishly, and cumbersome dark curly hair hanging down to her waist, flowing like chocolate.The big hazel eyes are full of curiosity, like a gentle and docile lamb.

Such a soft and cute loli!

"Jane Bennet, you can call me Jane."

"Jane, Jane . . . I know. Our ship stopped in the morning, before daybreak, and landed in a big city, a big city, and the houses were all dark and smoking. One o'clock Nor was it like the nice and clean town where I came from. Mr. Rochester carried me across a plank to land, and Sophia followed, and we got into a carriage, which took us to a beautiful big house, Bigger and nicer than this one, it's called a hotel. We stayed there for about a week, and Sophia and I went to a big place every day, full of trees, green and green, they called it a park. Except for me , there are many children there, and there is a pond, and there are many beautiful birds in the pond, I feed them with bread crumbs..." The little girl who had been holding back for a long time started talking, chattering non-stop.

There was a plate on the bedside table, dotted with small and cute pastries, which looked like Adele's masterpiece.Jane smiled knowingly, took a biscuit and stuffed it into the little girl's open and closed mouth, and said with a soft smile: "I feed Adele with biscuits, you are more beautiful and cuter than the birds in the park. "

Adele desperately chewed the biscuits in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging like a little squirrel, which gave Jane a pleasant urge to "keep feeding".

After swallowing, the little girl's mouth continued to move: "You are more beautiful than my mother, Jane. I lived with my mother a long time ago, but then she went to the Virgin Mary. My mother used to teach me to dance, sing, and recite poetry." Many, many gentlemen and wives come to see Mama, and I always dance for them, or sit on their laps and sing to them. I like that, will I dance for you now?"

Once permission was granted, little Adele went on to show off her talents - she had changed her dancing shoes in the nursery.

The fluffy gauze skirt swayed as she danced, and the lace-covered French bloomers danced above a pair of little feet in dancing shoes. She was like an elf, like an angel, like a page of the muse... Then she recited a This short poem is very particular about cadence, mellow tone, and decent movements. At her age, it is really unusual, which shows that she has received careful training.

There is a dance factor in the little girl's blood, the desire to perform...why kill it?

Education should teach students in accordance with their aptitude and bring out their talents to the fullest. Why do we have to set a strict standard and train all girls to be demure, gentle, modest and prudent puppets?

Jane made up her mind that she must not be brought up to be so formal and dull as most English ladies.

After eating snacks on the bed and admiring the beautiful and childish performance, the new tutor dressed up and was ready to be summoned by the host.

At the end of the day, Mrs. Fairfax informed her that Mr. Rochester was out again, and his return was to be determined.Despite the depressing news, Mrs. Fairfax gently urged her not to be disappointed.

Thankfully, I finally don't have to cheer up to deal with the critical, hard-to-please, and moody male protagonist... Although it seems cute to molested Mr. Edward Rochester.

Jane quickly lowered her eyelids, she didn't want to laugh like a fool under the kind comfort of the housekeeper's wife.