[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter 33 I'm so hard to beat!

"Why did you close your eyes, Jane? Why did you let your rosy eyelids cover your sapphire eyes? Could it be that the harsh sunlight of the European continent is repeatedly bombarding your eyeballs?" Mr. Rochester walked ahead with a walking stick, and when he turned his head sneered.

"No, sir, I want the sun to soak every inch of my skin more thoroughly."

When Jane left England, which was cloudy and uncertain, and stood under the honey-like sunshine of the European continent for the first time, she needed to close her eyes and raise her chin to prevent tears from flowing down uncontrollably.

Sunshine, sunshine!It turns out that the sunshine that can be seen everywhere can also become a luxury, and it can also make people feel so happy.

Jane holds Adele's hand, and Sophie, who has been abandoned by Adele, follows behind with melancholy small steps, and Mr. Edward Rochester, who is no longer bitter and hateful, walks in front with his head held high, full of ambition, and like a spring breeze.

"We're going to Paris by boat, Jane, along the Seine."

Jane and Adele let out a cheer at the same time.

Seeing Mr. Rochester smiling without saying a word but exuding the small eyes of "I knew you would like it", Jane silently despised herself from beginning to end.

Two weeks ago, Mr. Rochester was soft and stubborn, and finally snatched a month of time together from Jane's tightly arranged schedule like a wolf like a tiger.

In a month she would leave Thornfield and return to London, to Elizabeth and Mary.Jane spends most of her time with her two younger sisters who have been separated for 26 years. She can't make the same mistakes again, and she won't be willful again.

The time I spent with Mr. Rochester this month... Although I brought two oil bottles (Adele and Sophie), what happened to the strong sense of sight of "honeymoon"!

Mr. Rochester, you are so dark-bellied!

After boarding the cruise ship on the Seine River, Jane forgot Mr. Edward Rochester, as no surprise.

The male host who was ignored didn't try to fight——Jane, who was looking at the scenery, was very beautiful, as if clumps of roses and blossoming heather were in full bloom behind her.

She squinted her eyes slightly, as if her eyes were blinded by the pale and dazzling sunshine of the mainland. Her dark golden eyelashes covered her eyeballs. landscapes and dreams.

The cruise ship is slow and quiet, slowly moving forward on the mirror-like water with occasional clear waves.

The river is as wide and mighty as the surface of a lake, reflecting half of the skylight, as rich and bright as an impressionist oil painting, dazzling and dazzling, but the bottom of the river contains the last breath of many frustrated people.

Jane crooned a poem:

The Seine flows under the Mirabeau Bridge

our love

should we remember

Joy often comes after pain

Let the night fall and let the bells sing

Time passes and I don't move

We just hold hands and face to face

bridge in our arms

eternal sight below

follow the sleepy waves

Let the night fall and let the bells sing

Time passes and I don't move

Love fades away like a river of spring water

love is gone

life is so roundabout

what a majestic hope

Let the night fall and let the bells sing

Time passes and I don't move

past day and past week

whether it's time or love

don't look back after the past

The Seine flows under the Mirabeau Bridge

Let the night fall and let the bells sing

Time passes and I don't move

"Time has passed and I haven't moved..." Jane repeatedly chanted this line of poetry, expressing 12 dissatisfaction and anger towards the God of time travel.

The passage of time is scary enough, why speed it up?

Rippling and rippling on the Seine, they arrived in Paris, the capital of Europe in the nineteenth century.

There is a blue dome above the head, the sky is bright sunshine, and thin clouds like fish scales blown thin by the wind float in the sky lightly.

The sky is clearer and brighter than London, the clouds are whiter and thinner than London, and the light is drier and more dazzling than London. Together, they quietly stare at this flower capital that is more prosperous, fashionable, noisy and dirty than London.

After they entered the city, Paris rushed toward them——

Paris is like a duvet covered with rich perfume and sweat stains, which is caught off guard and tightly stuffed on people's heads.Comfort can bring the whole body, but it can also make it difficult to breathe—especially Jane, who has just come out of the peaceful and leisurely old country house, the blood is flowing faster in the blood vessels, and she feels that she is about to be out of breath——

As if breaking into a grand theater from a monastery, everyone raised their voices and talked at the top of their voices, every corner was filled with chaos, noise, noise and filth, and the debauchery of feasting and spending money was going on all the time ...

In Paris, there is nothing that cannot be sold in francs if you have money; you can buy everything, and some things might be better for you without them.

They walked on the left bank of the Seine, walking in the streets and parks where the literati once set foot and were patronizing.Jane was in a trance all the time—Paris was so unexpected that she couldn't figure out what was going on in her mind at the moment.

"Do you know what is most popular in Paris, my learned witch?"

"Fashion? Perfume? Beauty? Notre Dame de Paris? Ah..." Jane bit her tongue quickly and swallowed the "Eiffel Tower"—the Eiffel Tower was only built in 1889!

"I've finally got a chance to laugh at you, Jane, and I'm going to seize it—none of them, 'Cafe de Paris' is the right answer, and Paris would be nothing without these palaces of entertainment and art. Mr. Rochester lit a cigar and said slowly, as if deliberately delaying the enjoyment of the ridicule, "tonight we will have dinner at the most famous cafe in Paris."

Seeing Jane's happy expression, Mr. Rochester suddenly didn't want to tease her anymore.

This is a meal that cannot be faulted in sight, smell, taste, touch, and sympathetic nerves.Jane ate three cases of escargot baked in red wine, drank two bowls of Bouillabaisse, ate a whole lobster, swallowed half a roast pigeon, and stuffed a fried goose made from the liver of a goose with fatty liver After the liver was forcibly filled with a few points of dessert...

Adele looked at her from a distance with a kind of admiration.

Mr. Rochester whispered resignedly: "You don't have to scrape the plate, Miss Witch, if you like macaron macaroons, you can ask the waiter to bring another order instead of trying to pick up every crumb. ..."

"It's shameful to waste, sir." Jane replied in the midst of her busy schedule, "Not only flour, butter and sugar are added to the desserts on the Left Bank, but also the latest European literature, art and philosophy are added. How can I be willing to waste even one grain of gentle humanistic care?"

Adele: "Janet's right!"

Mr. Rochester: "...What an admirable quality, Jane." Hurry up and leave as soon as possible. We are already surrounded by crowds...

After having a perfect meal, Jane rubbed her bulging stomach, and asked lazily, contentedly: "What's the next arrangement, Mr. Rochester, master of entertainment?"

"There's a new show tonight, and we're going to the People's Theater to watch a play. I've booked box number five in advance."

Those who provide all-in-one service for food, drink, and fun must give Mr. Rochester a thumbs up!

Paris is worthy of being the capital of fashion, and the theater, which combines socializing and pleasure, has become a stage for fashionable men and women to show off. Stepping into the main entrance of the People's Theater, Jane almost thought that she had come to a high-end fashion exhibition:

Look at the wide, bustier skirts with layers of ruffles and ribbons, at the bows of fabric piled up at the waist, and at the bird and fish tails behind. The skirts dragging on the ground, look at those breasts and fragrant shoulders that want to be exposed, look at those sparkling diamond necklaces and gold bracelets worth thousands of francs, look at those black jj^ Look at those half-gloves that are shaped like fingers, look at those exquisite folding fans and the charming smiles hidden behind the fans... Men wear top hats, slim-fit tuxedos that highlight their slender waists, and wide-leg pants or tapered pants , plaids and stripes are clearly a hit on trousers...

France deserves to be the most dressable nation in the world!To create so many things that are not needed at all!

Jane looked down at the evening dress that Mr. Rochester had customized for herself, and felt helpless: With such a low collar, will the skirt really not fall off?

She's a bit unwell...

Jane walked carefully through the corridors with soft benches—wondering all over the place—by the gas lamps mounted on the walls, by the fashionable beauties covered by heavy makeup and scented folding fans, and by the rouge-stained perfume With a smile, he finally walked into the fifth box.

The walls of the box are covered with beautiful wallpapers, and the gas lamps and candlesticks thoughtfully emit soft and ambiguous light.Mr. Rochester drew up his chair, and, like a true gentleman, offered Jane to sit in it.

Not used to, not used to QAQ...

Fortunately, the play has started, and Jane can concentrate on watching the play without talking.

The cheerful rhythmic music sounded, and a group of girls in tutu skirts came on stage.

Kick, lift, lift, kick, lift, lift... The skirts are raised high, the petticoats and tights are clearly visible, and the girls have provocative and happy smiles on their faces ...

A burst of boredom came to her chest, and Jane couldn't help but feel that her psychological endurance was too poor-in vain to be a fresh and new woman in the 21st century!

Despite ample self-criticism and psychological construction, Jane's breathing became increasingly short of breath.She said in frustration: "It's too stuffy in the theater, Mr. Rochester, I need to go outside to get some air, excuse me."

"I'll go with you, Jane."

"Don't, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me, sir. You'd better stay with Adele, otherwise she might jump off the box excitedly. I'll be back in a while." Jane touched her face, feeling a little bruising on her forehead. Sweat, cheeks a little fever.

"Since you insist on objecting, then Adele and I have no choice but to watch the show honestly and wait for the witch's return by the way."

Jane smiled weakly, pressed her chest, opened the door of the box and walked out.

She walked down the stairs, her steps became weaker and weaker, her face was flushed, she was sweating profusely, and coughed unknowingly, and the cough became more and more severe...

Hell, Jane's body has always been very healthy, if not as strong as a cow, at least as strong... The sudden discomfort made her vision more and more blurred...

"Hey, Margaret! I knew I'd meet you at the theater! Ah, it looks like you're doing it again? I was going to introduce my friend to you!" A frivolous male voice said in It rang in my ears.

"You look very bad, Mademoiselle Gautier." Another voice was worried. "If you like, please allow me to take you home..."

Jane leaned on the railing, rolled her eyelids weakly, and saw a pair of young, handsome and personable French youths. One was sophisticated and smooth, obviously a veteran in the social field, and the other looked anxious and at a loss, apparently just now. Step into the social world.

Wait, Marguerite Gautier?

Not allowing myself to think too much, a shocking, heart-piercing cough mixed with blood roared up from his chest, and Jane collapsed limply on the ground.Dizzy, a certain man picked her up and ran out of the theater in a rampage, constantly saying: "Please step aside, thank you! This lady needs a doctor!"

Marguerite Gautier, the most famous dame in Paris, the most luxurious courtesan, the most charming mistress, and the best debtor-she owed her creditors a full forty thousand francs.

Before she fell into a coma completely, Jane wanted very, very, very much to throw her middle finger at the great god of time travel.

When Jane—now Margaret will be called—was awakened from a resentful stupor, she was in a state of physical and mental torment.

On the one hand, Margaret was tortured by lung disease and was completely free from physical pain; on the other hand...

All gone, all the fruits of my struggle are gone!Pounds and shillings and pence saved between the teeth of four years!A pleasure working with Mr. Mason!Healthy, strong, disease-free body!If it's gone, it's gone, but Nima also made me owe a debt of [-] francs!A whole forty thousand francs!When will I have to repay the debt!

Also, how should I face Elizabeth and Mary!They were cheering and crying because they found their "niece Marguerite Gautier". Nima was shocked that the niece turned out to be a sex worker!

By the way, there is also Mr. Rochester who has to face the mysterious disappearance of his governess...

God of time travel, I firmly believe that you not only hate the male gods in western classics, but also have an undying hatred for me!

The female branch girl... blah blah... Margaret cried out of breath amidst the malice of the time traveler, until she passed out from crying.

The author has something to say: La Traviata, everyone must be familiar with it~

QAQ saw that everyone asked CP questions repeatedly, so I had to explain it again here...

Look at the copy, look at the copy~

An ordinary girl who loves to travel,

To find a gentle and considerate man as a lifelong plan.

Unexpectedly, I walked all the way, wore all the way, and dismantled all the way in Europe.

All they encountered were icebergs, scumbags, bullies...

When she learned from the pain and planned to carry on without CP to the end,

The God of Time Traveling was lenient, and gave her a god-like ending.

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CP is at the end of God's unfolding... so... now please read this article as if there is no CP!

PS: Seeing that everyone doesn't like Mr. Rochester's instructions, then I will change it to "Mr. Darcy's instructions", and I will put it in the next chapter. The author has something to say-=