My years as a menswear boss

Jiqiu came to the single room of the almshouse, which was originally reserved for future volunteers. Now that Gwendelyn is placed here, Mrs. Sharp dared not put her in the dark confinement room anymore.

The sun in winter is warm, not as hot as summer.A beam of light poured on Gwendelyn's peaceful face. She had been washed by volunteer Anne and put on a cotton white dress. She put her face on the window and observed the cuckoo outside the window.

Jiqiu was not confused by her gentle and harmless appearance, stepped into the room step by step, the girl immediately turned her head and retreated to the window.

"I won't do anything to you." Jiqiu raised his hands, indicating that he had no bad intentions, "If you are afraid, I can ask Mrs. Sharp to come in."

Gwendolyn looked at Jiqiu coldly, and quietly hid her hands behind her back to fasten the rivets on the window.

'If this man takes one step further, I'll throw what's in my hand and jump out the window to escape. ’ thought Gwendolyn.

"I've seen a lot of people of all kinds." Jiqiu turned his head and found the sofa behind him and sat down, "You are the most special one I've ever seen. Resistance is an instinct for you, even though you have been persecuted a lot, you have never Give up hope of being alive.

I don't have any interest in you bratty little girl, put down the nails in your hands, if you don't want your palms to be bloody. "

Gwendolyn clenched her hands subconsciously, and the rivets pierced the skin of her palms, pierced into the flesh, and quickly loosened them, but blood still came out.

"I don't know how to get you to respond." Jiqiu pretended not to see the blood on Gwendelyn's skirt, and continued, "I heard from your friend that you were once a kind little girl, her name was Mary, I don't know Do you consider it a friend in your heart?"

Gwendolyn lowered her head, looked at her toes, and said nothing.

"Mary said you like chocolate, and I just have a few pieces left here." Jiqiu took out a few pieces of chocolate from his trouser pocket and put them on the small coffee table next to the sofa, then picked up one of them and peeled off the candy wrapper and put it on under Gwendelyn's gaze. In the entrance, "This is a reward for the behavior you just put down the nail. Every child who loves himself should be rewarded."

Gwendolyn looked at the chocolate on the table that she had only eaten once, and couldn't help swallowing. She stared at the chocolate on the table without blinking.

"My name is Elvis Hyde, and I am the creator of this poorhouse. My original intention of opening the poorhouse is to save more weak people and let children like you grow up well."

Jiqiu chewed the chocolate fudge in her mouth and said, she frowned, it was still the peanut filling she hated the most.

"Okay, this is my self-introduction, how about you, can you introduce yourself?"

Gwendolyn's eyes were indifferent, playing with her own fingers, completely immersed in her own world.

Jiqiu looked down at his watch, "It's time for me to go, I am very happy to spend a pleasant afternoon with you, Gwendelyn."

After the young man turned around, Gwendolyn had been watching his leaving back, and soon felt his eyes were a little sour, blinked, and began to stare at the chocolate on the table.

She was still standing by the window, focusing her attention on the outside.After a while, Gwendolyn saw the strange man boarding the carriage.

"Barton, that chocolate is not very tasty." Jiqiu said to the subordinate in front of him.

"I'll change one right now. Do you have any preference?" Barton shook the reins in his hand, and the horse ran faster.

Jiqiu thought for a while, "Chocolate without any filling is fine. The ones you bought before can be shared with Little Tom and the others."

"Yes, sir."

Jiqiu looked at the scenery outside the window, and she was very curious about what the world looked like in Gwendelyn's eyes.

"Sir, are you still going to the poorhouse tomorrow?" Barton glanced at the young man's face, which was no different from usual.

"Of course, I'll go until Gwendolin is back to normal."

"But you can spend the time on more people, why bother to heal a child who is impossible to heal."

Jiqiu pulled the curtain in the carriage, "If I can't even save such a little girl, how can I be able to save more people."

She thought of those struggling and numb women at the bottom, and she became a little irritable. She had never encountered such a powerless thing before.

'Being a detective is really an easy job. ' She began to miss the warm stove, and this winter she was either in the carriage or on the way to the carriage.

On the other hand, compared with Jiqiu, who is too busy to touch the ground, the life of Bingley and Jane is much sweeter.

That night, Bingley went home and scolded his sister for the first time, and told her that he would only choose the church where he would marry the person he liked.

Miss Bingley cried her eyes wet in the face of her brother's severe accusations, and her dream of wanting her brother to marry Miss Darcy was completely shattered.

Darcy looked at his friend with a resolute look, and began to examine his words and deeds. He was no longer obsessed with breaking up Bentley and Jane. Under Bentley's expectant eyes, he said, "If this is your choice, I will support you, as long as You don't regret it."

Seeing that Mr. Darcy was not on her side, Miss Bingley was heartbroken, calmed down for a while, and said forcefully, "Then I will visit Miss Bennet in the next few days to apologize for my rudeness. "

"You'd better do this." Bingley said flatly.

After Bingley and Darcy had gone out, Miss Bingley gave the sofa a hard blow, and Mrs. Hurst put her hand lightly on hers.

"We still have a chance, dear." Mrs. Hurst said with a smile in her eyes. She can hide her emotions better than her sister, and always observes everyone's every move quietly. "Charles can't Marrying Miss Darcy doesn't mean you can't marry Mr Darcy."

"But he has already been fascinated by Elizabeth Bennet." Miss Bingley frowned tightly, her originally pretty face was distorted under the expression of jealousy, "I really don't know what he likes about that country girl .Reckless and ill-bred, with no social etiquette."

"Fortunately, they don't have the same mind now, do they?"

Mrs. Hurst patted her sister's hand gently to calm her emotions, "Mr. Darcy is a very sensible person, otherwise he would not have persuaded Charles to give up that unequal marriage, and he would not have easily abandoned his family. , take a wife who does not help the family business in any way."

Miss Bingley imagined that Elizabeth and Darcy's family backgrounds were very different, and she felt better, but she still couldn't bear that Darcy would like such a girl.

"Let's go to Miss Bennet's uncle's to visit them tomorrow." Mrs. Hurst emphasized the word uncle in her voice.

Miss Bingley immediately understood what her sister meant, and showed a disdainful smile, "Of course, we will write an invitation to visit."

When Jane received Miss Bingley's letter, she first frowned in embarrassment. She had already seen Miss Bingley's face after passing through the opera house, and she could no longer trust her wholeheartedly like before.

"When you marry Mr. Bingley, you will have to face this situation sooner or later." Elizabeth embroidered the handkerchief in her hand, and she looked up at Jane, "Treat her as you usually sew complicated lace handwork, and you will be able to get used to it over time. , find a way to live in peace with them.”

"I will, Liz. I believe...Miss Bingley has some unavoidable difficulties. Let the past be the past."

Jane said with a sigh that she gave up her plan to go to the poorhouse with Mary, and waited at home for the arrival of Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst.

Elizabeth is not as tolerant as Jane, and she has a worse impression of Mr. Bingley's sisters in her heart, and she doesn't even want to share a room with them.

Mary received the news that Jane could not go to the asylum, and said gently that she could go alone. She preferred to be alone and free, without much sense of loss.

Jiqiu insisted on going to the almshouse to chat with Gwendelyn after get off work every day, but she was the only one talking, and the little girl didn't give any response.

But she was not discouraged. She knew in her heart that mental wounds were more difficult to heal than skin wounds, and she could only be guided little by little.

After two weeks of constant communication, Gwendelyn gradually changed a bit. In her eyes, this strange person became a weird person who could bring candy, and she could slowly take out a candy from the table and eat it secretly.

This was discovered by Jiqiu observing the number of candies, and at last one was missing, so she quietly filled it up with the same candy.

Occasionally, I would talk about the interesting things that happened in my day. I don’t know if it was in the newspaper office. Ordinary things can be told vividly.

Gwendolyn stopped playing with her nails all the time, and sometimes stared at Jiqiu blankly.

Another person would probably be scared away by the weird eyes, but Jiqiu knew it was just her curious reaction.

Jiqiu asked Barton to get a 26-inch small blackboard and put it on the coffee table, and began to explain the [-] letters and their pronunciation to Gwendelyn, and practiced the ability to speak on their own, feeling more like he was explaining math problems to a cat.

The distance between the two was still the same as before, but Gwendelyn never fastened the rivets on the window again.

On the third day of using the blackboard, Jiqiu found a small fingerprint in the corner of the blackboard with sharp eyes. She pretended not to care and wiped off the white lime on it with a handkerchief, and continued to teach according to the teaching progress she made. Simple pronunciation to spelling of words.

At the same time, there is an extra "teacher" in the poorhouse.

"Mr. Mary, do you want some candy?" Little Mary asked holding up a piece of candy.

Mary didn't dislike the melted candy. She knelt down and ate the candy in Little Mary's palm, and stroked the little girl's hairy head. "Thank you, little Mary."

I don’t know when, the children in the poorhouse began to call her Teacher Mary. Mary has been at a loss from the beginning, and now she accepts it with a smile on her face. She made a teaching note and described what she had learned from the tutor Write down the things in the notebook, and then improve it according to the children in the poorhouse.