[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter27 This is a chapter full of sparks!

"Most merciful Father, we humbly thank you for your special favor, Amen."

"Amen."

"Amen."

This is at the breakfast table the next day. Adele, who ate too much Black Forest chocolate cake last night, fiddled with the food on the plate weakly, with a look of "the most merciful heavenly father loves to let breakfast go away, I don't want to see them" The weak and arrogant appearance.

Jane had no choice but to cook by herself again, making some sour and appetizing dishes.

After finishing breakfast with difficulty, she took Adele, who was hungry and suffering, into the library--Mr. Rochester seemed to have ordered this to be used as a classroom.

Most of the books are locked inside the glass door, only one bookshelf is open, on which there are all kinds of books needed for basic education, as well as several light literature, poems, biographies, travel notes and some legendary stories.Jane guessed that these were the books that the governess thought the governess wanted to pass the time when she was alone.

Jane stared intently at the tome locked in the glass door, and shed drooling and sad tears.

One day, she will snatch the right to use these books from Mr. Rochester!

Looking around the library, Jane found a small rosewood piano. Although the range is not wide enough, it is more precise and beautiful in tone.The easel and globe also aroused her interest.

Since Adele is obedient to her, but not used to serious meditation and study, Jane decides to adopt the mode of storytelling first to preach and teach lessons (fog).

Let's start with the globe.

After three years, her hand touched the world again, on another globe.

"Britain is a powerful empire with a vast sphere of influence." Jane stood behind Adele, pointing to the land and sea on the globe, "Fleets and troops depart from here to the colonies of the British Empire..."

"What is a colony, Janet?" Adele Curious Baby Warren asked without understanding.

"Colonies are overseas territories, Adele. When Britain was expanding its industry and production, it found that the small British Isles could no longer meet their expectations for power and interests, and the conquest of colonies began."

Adele said half-understanding: "Aren't the British rich?"

"There is a word called 'greedy', Adele." Jane looked at the skirt on Adele, and she had an idea, and she thought she was very witty and said, "For example, when Mr. Rochester gave you a new skirt , would you like a new pair of shoes to go with it?"

Adele nodded ignorantly.

"After Mr. Rochester bought new shoes for you, don't you think your headdress is not beautiful enough and want to change it to a new one?"

Adele touched the bow on her hair, her little face collapsed.

"You keep wanting, getting, and wanting something newer and better...that's life." Jian changed the subject, stopped talking about life with the seven-year-old little Lolita, and turned to today's Lesson, "British fleets and armies set out, arrived, occupied, expanded, attempted to manipulate the seven continents of the world...no, four oceans and five continents."

She turned the globe, and her slender and beautiful fingers moved upwards.

"From Canada in the north, all the way to South Africa and the Cape of Good Hope in the south." She drew a graceful arc on the globe, her eyes sparkling, "through the Indian Ocean, to Australia and New Zealand, down to Myanmar, China..." Jane After a slight pause, he continued to talk nonchalantly, "India and Malaya. If you can reach these distant places, you will find all kinds of people and landscapes that are completely different from what we are familiar with..." Chu Dong The rare sunlight passed through the half-opened curtains of the library, as if it had come from another world, and projected on that bright and moving, slightly shiny face.

"You don't worship the achievements of our army like the people of the British Empire?" A familiar low voice, with serious, mock surprised and sullen banter, sounded from the library door.

Damn you!Jane staggered and slipped her hand, and the globe began to spin rapidly.

Mr. Rochester came in from the door of the library, just like the god of fire broke into the palace of the muse—he had a stern face, a strong figure, gloomy eyes, and an autocratic attitude of "you must listen to me" from the inside out. mean.He is like a tamed big cat, under the social norms, there is a wild breath that cannot be suppressed by a thick woolen coat.

"I've never been proud of a country's oppression of other countries, just as you are the master, exploiting our labor force, and you don't think it's worth showing off." She calmed down and answered confidently.

"Bring Adele to my lounge at six o'clock tonight for tea." Mr. Rochester frowned, as if this was not an invitation or even an order, but torture for himself, "Oh, I That is, if you have no other arrangements, may I have the honor of inviting you to join me for tea?" His tone was blunt, and it was difficult to make the tone of his subordinates so polite and personable as at dances and dinners .

"If you smoothen your brows a little, your words will be more convincing, Mr. Rochester. Otherwise, I will think that this 'invitation' is made by the host because of wronging me, and I will decline it." Jane replied not to be outdone.

"I finally know the true meaning of the word 'increase an inch', Miss Jane." Mr. Rochester's brows frowned even tighter, and the square and broad forehead twisted violently.

"Then you should thank me, sir." On the contrary, the corners of Jane's mouth got higher and higher, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

Mr. Rochester gave Jane a fierce look—an expression that could scare Adele into tears—but he didn’t take back the invitation, but walked out of the library in strides, leaving behind a message that said, “You don’t come out according to common sense.” card I am very upset" resentment.

"By the way, sir, I hope you will be merciful and open the books locked in the glass cabinet to me!" Jane said to his back, and then happily noticed that the master's footsteps staggered a little.

Who told you not to play your cards according to common sense, Edward, bitter, bitter, bitter, mean, Mr. Rochester?

I am beginning to miss Mr. Darcy... How sweet, sunny, and normal Mr. Darcy is compared with this one!

After the evening's lessons, Mrs. Fairfax kindly reminded, "I think you'd better change into a suit, and I can go with you and help you button it. Here, dear, take this candle." .”

Jane took the dripping candlestick and said dully: "I only have two skirts, Mrs. Fairfax, and one is more shabby than the other."

"Oh God," said Mrs. Fairfax, resting her forehead. "I usually change into evening dress when Mr. Rochester is around. With all due respect, though you are the most beautiful young girl I have ever seen, you Your clothes are indeed out of fashion, crude, drab, and outdated. Perhaps I should advise Mr. Rochester to prepare a suitable coat for you."

Jane quickly waved her hand and said, "Don't, Mrs. Fairfax. I am very touched by your kindness, but you know that Mr. Rochester is a rich bachelor, and I am indeed quite pretty. , that would be out of date!"

"Then as you please, my dear. But I know you are a decent, good girl." Mrs. Fairfax weighed the balance, and said with a sigh of resignation. Speak to me."

Jane thankfully dismissed the nagging and kind wife, and summoned all her energy and courage to face the next severe challenge named "Mr. Rochester".

Crossing the room, passing the arches, parting the curtains and lowered draperies, Jane entered an elegant and refined suite at the other end of the house.

Two candles lit on the table, a delicate candlestick on the mantelpiece, three jade white candles burning in an orange dim light, a ghostly flame blazing in the fireplace, a large black and white dog lolling Lying on its side, bathed in the light and heat of a raging fire, Adele knelt beside it trying to get its attention, Pilot moved her ears dismissively.

Mr. Rochester sat casually on a chair with a thick back, looking at Adele and the dog, his face was reddened by the fire, his frown was twice as serious as Adele's.His eyebrows were thick and wide, and a black hair grew across them, which made the already broad forehead appear more square.

... This was a fairly handsome face at first, although it was not as handsome as Mr. Darcy, at least it could be regarded as an above-average posture ... But under the gloomy expression of bitterness and hatred, all compliments became floating clouds .

——Even if she knows Mr. Rochester's details, that face that can't convey any kindness can hardly arouse her goodwill. Jane can't help admiring the original resident Jane Eyre——she dared to fall in love with him.

Light a candle for your lost soul mate, [candle]

While lighting the wax, Jane didn't forget to look at the host who disappeared after a glimpse and then glanced again.After taking off the cloak, his broad chest and very slender waist were revealed. The strong and fit figure of a typical athlete, the bulging muscles propped up the white shirt high, and the whole figure was carved out of granite. ...

"Do you think I'm pretty, Miss Bennet?" Mr. Rochester originally pretended to be cool, handsome, domineering, I ignore you and I'm impatient, but the governess unabashedly pointed at him Hook's eyes stared hard.

Jane was immersed in YY, so she blurted out without thinking: "It's very tempting, sir."

Mr. Rochester: "..."

simple:"……"

Adele: "..."

Pilot: "..."

Jane: What the hell did I say? !

1 minute of quiet time passed.

Peace and serenity (fog) enveloped them.

Adele spoke weakly, breaking the quiet atmosphere that adults were unwilling to break: "Sir, isn't there a gift in your small box for my Miss Janet?" She took the opportunity to make a request for me.

"Gift? Who ever talked about a gift?" Mr. Rochester said the French word "cadeaux" (gift) coldly and hard. "Are you looking forward to a gift, Miss Bennet? Do you like gifts?" He used a pair of The gloomy, angry, piercing and penetrating eyes searched Jane's somewhat bewildered face.

"Of course I like it, sir, I like it and I look forward to it." Jane replied as a matter of course, and responded with a bright smile.

"You are simply more straightforward and willful than Adele, Miss Bennet!" Mr. Rochester's dark and resolute face seemed to be flushed and distorted, he gritted his teeth and said indignantly, with great emotion The skeptical spirit questions the thickness of the opponent's skin.

"In life, you must have at least one chest and a chest. Just like face and skin, there must be one that can stand the test." Jane's eyes scanned Rochester's rocky face to his broad and strong chest.

Mr. Rochester: "..." His face became darker and darker, his expression became more and more gloomy, and he seemed to have a tendency to darken...

Jane hastened to make amends and said: "I am joking with you, sir! In fact, you have all these four things. Besides, I just put the euphemisms that seem to be necessary in interpersonal communication, but are actually dispensable." Just put it aside, you need to be open-minded, Mr. Rochester." Jane stared at the host's every move with a smile, "Just as you like to do, bossy, abrupt and strict, give orders straightforwardly, and complete them strictly and efficiently. purpose, I think you'll enjoy the conversation."

"Are you pleasing me, Miss Bennet?" When Mr. Rochester asked, the arrogance and self-confidence he showed was very contagious.

The smile at the corner of Jane's mouth widened, and she smiled and said, like a big dog begging for fur and a child begging for praise: "If you want to think that way, you might as well understand it as pleasing. What's wrong with pleasing your employer ?"

"Your eyes are aimed again, miss, your sharp and confident eyes are a needle in the needle. Why can you stare at your employer so boldly?"

"Because this employer will offer me thirty pounds a year, sir, and I must have a good look."

Mr. Rochester misfired again.

"I've never seen such a curt, blunt chick!" he murmured sullenly.

"Repeat the words, Mr. Rochester, and replace 'chick' with 'gentleman' by the way."

Mr. Rochester: "..."

He stared angrily at the fire for a long time, as if trying to make a big hole in the fireplace.After a long time, he turned his bright and scary black eyes to Jane, and said in a softer tone: "Yes, my words and deeds are ridiculous and almost arrogant. Please forgive me, Miss Bennet. In fact, I I never want to treat you as a servant. Although I am better than you, it is just the inevitable result of being ten years older in age and a century in experience."

"The difference in experience is far more than a century, sir." A difference of two full centuries!Jane resigned, fascinated by the idea of ​​"flirting with Mr. Edward Mr. Rochester", and continued to flirt, saying, "I have never considered myself a servant, Mr. Rochester. I am the squire's daughter , with an adequate education. Taking a step back, even if I were an orphan with nothing, I would not be inferior to you, sir. Of course, the above are just my personal opinions, even if you really think I am a Inferior, I will not try to correct your ideas."

"Cunning answer, after I've stated 'I won't take you in person', so many high-sounding and beautiful words." He shook his head.

"I never meant it, sir," said Jane in defense of herself. "I have seen people who are more arrogant than you, and have entered into a deeper level of communication. To tell the truth, Mr. Rochester, rather than calling yourself arrogant and bossy, you should say It's informal. You don't have to say words like 'please', 'if you want', 'if you're willing'... You know, respect is reflected in actions and hearts, not words Courtesy or bombast in public."

Not knowing whether it was an illusion or the reflection of the fire, Jane vaguely discerned a cluster of light in the black and stern eyes of the hero.

Adele was a little tired from kneeling, and wanted to sit on Jane's lap, but was told to continue playing with Pilot, in any position—as long as it didn't disturb his conversation.

"Since it has been mentioned, Miss Bennet, why not tell your tragic story." He said nonchalantly.

"A tragic story?" Jane didn't look surprised, but her sea-blue eyes widened.

"Don't all the governesses have tragic stories? What about yours?" Mr. Rochester lit a cigar, which should have been very elegant, but he did it with strength, not like a gentleman, but more like a pirate. "You must be a storyteller, don't try to put me off - although you have a perpetual smile on your lips, it seems to me that it's just protection and cover. Your eyes are bright, confident and sharp, hiding restlessness Anxiety factor, and aggression that shouldn't be present at your age, trying to defend yourself with aggression... You are like a vigilant feline, Miss Bennet, ready to show up to the world that will hurt you Tooth and claw, so I don't doubt the possibility of a 'sad story'."

Jane was taken aback—unknowingly, she had changed so much.

It turned out that three full years of scrambling changed her from a steamed stuffed bun that didn't know much about the world to a steamed stuffed bun with a copper head and iron bones; Flattened and rounded buns...

"When I was 22 years old, I had a whim and ran away from home."

"Where did you run away from?"

"From home, of course."

"...Well, I should ask bluntly, where are you from?"

Another hemisphere 200 years from now?

"In keeping with the mystery of the witches, I'll just tell you that it's a small village 24 miles from London."

"You hold a grudge, Miss Bennet."

"You too, glad to have found a bosom friend, sir."

"Looks like I should be very honored. You've been in a small village for twenty-two years?"

"you can say it this way."

"No wonder you look like you're from another world. When you walked into the George Hotel and looked around, I almost thought a cold, bruised, but still proud and withdrawn cat walked in. Your parents were who?"

"They are well-known local families, and now they are spending their old age in the village." Jane planned to ask the hostess for leave and go home in a few months.

After three full years of bitterness, pain, and struggle, she finally had a stable position and a stable income, and her dream was preliminarily realized, and she could and should go home.

"I have to wonder, Miss Bennet, how a village isolated from the world could cultivate an extraterrestrial visitor like you."

Jane shrugged and said, "I am also puzzled by this question."

"Who recommended you to come here?"

"I placed an advertisement in the papers, and Mrs. Fairfax answered me."

"Thanks Mrs. Fairfax for the decision!" put in Adele. "Janet is the nicest person I ever met, as good as Mamma and Mr. Rochester."

"Don't rush to make an appraisal of her, Adele." Mr. Rochester seemed annoyed that the rhythm of the conversation was out of control, "Singing praises does not make me partial, I will make my own judgment." He turned to Jane and continued to ask : "Have you ever lived in the city?"

"Did, sir, for several months in the house of a terribly haughty duchess, after a short stay in London."

"Is your behavior taught by this bold Duchess?"

"As a matter of fact, the poor Duchess is being taught by me, sir."

"It's conceivable. Read a lot?"

"I read whatever I come across. I am a fan of books. By the way, I sincerely beg you again, I hope you will allow me to extend my claws to the books locked in the cabinet."

"...I will think about it, Miss." Mr. Rochester rubbed his head wearily, trying to get rid of the feeling of "overwhelmed". "You were 22 years old when you left home?"

"You have a good memory."

"How many years have you been wandering outside?"

"Three years."

"22 years plus three, so you are now 25 years old?"

Jane nodded in agreement.

"You see, mathematics is still useful. Without its help, it would be difficult for me to guess your age. Your face is too young, and your expression changes too much. The difference between facial features and expressions is so great. It is not easy to determine your age. What did you do for a living during the three years you ran away from home?"

"Being a maid, working as a maid, working as a caregiver, fighting against men with malicious intentions and foremen who default on wages all day long. You are right, this is indeed a very tragic story, Mr. Rochester." Jane said in a sad tone , said with a bright smile.

Mr. Rochester: "..."

"In a word, I just ran away from home with enough food and nothing to do. I have stumbled and wandered all the way so far. Is this tragic story satisfying to you, respectful Mr. Rochester?"

After listening to the succinct narration, the cynical and melancholy hero seems to be in a bad mood.On that dark face, where every harsh line was distorted and deformed, was covered with a huge question that could be summed up in modern Chinese as "why gave up treatment".

Jane's smile gradually froze, and her pure and unadulterated eyes pierced through the ceiling and roof, directly into the boundless sky, and answered in a dreamy and pious tone:

"Because there is a treasure, it is empty, it is worth thousands of gold. It is in my heart, and it is on the way."

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