The heroine of the healing department is very rigid [Pride and Prejudice]

Now, she is standing right under Heathcliff's nose, with her coat sticking to his white shirt, and the top of her hair rubbing against his chin, and she can count the blue stubble on his chin just by raising her head a little.

Then, she stretched out her arms, encircled Heathcliff's waist, and slowly pressed her head against his chest.She heard his heart beating like her own, stronger than ever.The snowflakes fell on her hands, but it was not cold.

The world became quiet, so their mutual heartbeats became more intense, as if they were about to burst out of their chests in the next moment, fall on the snow, burst open, and then bloomed into rose flowers.

"Bang, bang, bang."

They began to lose their hearing and vision, leaving only their hearts beating wildly.All internal organs are burning, accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood cracking.

Heathcliff was stunned for several seconds before slowly and unbelievably hugging Mary back. Then he gradually began to increase the strength of his hand, as if he was afraid that Mary would run away if he let go.He rested his chin on the top of her hair and called softly, "Mary".

"Mary Bennet."

"I like you very much."

"I want to live, to live with you."

He began to wish that he was the Adam who had not had his ribs taken away, and gradually understood why Apollo was crazy about Daphne.But he was far luckier than Apollo.

Heathcliff never knew where he came from, nor did he know his birthday or how old he was.

He often felt that he was not a human being, but more like a breathing corpse.

But now he felt his soul.

He saw his black soul, fused with Mary's, and his soul began to turn a soft golden yellow.He has warmth and real life.

Mary put her head on Heathcliff's chest, sniffing the faint smell of tobacco and ammunition on his shirt, she felt extremely peaceful at this moment.

She has not been an obedient and good child since she was a child, and even after being reborn, she will not learn what it means to be gentle and considerate.In Heathcliff, she saw something called "fit".This thing makes their lives and souls closely connected, and they can no longer be torn apart.

Mary was a little out of breath by his stranglehold, so she moved her body, raised her head, looked at Heathcliff's chin, and asked, "Why did you ignore me just now?" She was blocked by the black crowd just now. Standing on tiptoe desperately in the back, trying to say hello to him, but he didn't even look at her!

Heathcliff lowered his head, Mary's reflection reflected in his black eyes, he gave a low laugh, and stroked her face with his palm.

"Because I'm worried that you won't be there when I see you."

rhetoric.

Mary thought angrily, she was going to argue a few words, this has always been something she is good at, and she rarely loses, so she is full of confidence.But before she could speak, Heathcliff's face began to enlarge infinitely in front of her.

She had seen a lot of Lydia's romances, so she knew what Heathcliff was going to do next, so she instinctively closed her eyes.

It was a superficial kiss, which fell on her forehead.

This seems to be different from what Li said, but it still makes people feel dizzy.

I came into the world as a light, but whoever believes in me will not abide in darkness. ②

Because of his outstanding military exploits and frequent reports of success on the front line, Heathcliff was approved to have a small long vacation.Instead of returning to Hertford, or the house on Greek Street, he applied for an uncomfortable bench in the dressing room of Sacred Heart Hospital as a place to rest for the night.

During the day, he helped in the dressing room, but he often seemed to be in the way, so Mary drove him to the porch to bask in the sun.When it was time for lunch, he volunteered to deliver meals to the wounded with Mary, but the wounded became nervous and excited when they saw him, struggling to stand up and pay tribute to him, making the ward a mess.

In the evening, when all the work was done and the world became quiet, and Mary began to read, Heathcliff returned to the dressing room.He sat across from Mary and wiped the gun and bayonet with a clean white cotton cloth.

The kerosene lamps reflected their figures on the walls and woolen curtains, and the shadows were magnified and elongated infinitely, so it looked as if they were head to head and knees to knees.The wind and snow in the yard are still there, but there is a warm flame burning in the charcoal basin, so the people in the house can't feel the cold.

Mary is very serious, always keeping her head down and holding a pen to draw on the book, with a red army blanket on her lap, occasionally sipping a sip of gin, and then quickly looking down at the book again.Heathcliff was not so attentive, he took out all the bullets in the gun, put them in a row on the table, and wiped the barrel carelessly.From time to time he looked up at Mary, at the loose hair around her ears, at her smooth forehead, and at her delicate fingers.

In the end, he simply stopped what he was doing and just stared at her in a daze.So he discovered that there was actually a small light brown mole hidden in her left eyebrow, just at the end of her eyebrow, unless she observed carefully, she would never be able to find it.He also found that Mary held the pen differently from others, so ink was more likely to get on the pads of her index finger and thumb, which made her skin look fairer.

Mary held the pen and was scribbling on "On Fever". She suddenly felt the scorching gaze from Heathcliff sitting opposite, and she began to feel flustered.Fine sweat broke out from the palm of my hand, printed on the slightly yellowed paper, and smeared the pen marks I just wrote on it.

She pretended not to notice, and continued to concentrate on writing, but she made frequent mistakes, and she scratched the blank spaces in the book, and did not write a complete sentence.

She wanted to take a sip of gin to stabilize her spirits, but the scorching alcohol made her nerves more excited, her mind clearer, and her senses sharpened.So Heathcliff's eyes became more intense.

Mary couldn't take it anymore, she raised her head, straightened her back, and made herself look more imposing.

"It's so late, why are you still in my dressing room?" She raised her chin a little bit and asked aggressively.

"Because I'm sleeping here at night." Heathcliff still had no expression on his face, only his eyes and eyebrows were smiling softly. Under the dim kerosene lamp, the lines of his face looked soft.

"..."

Mary was momentarily at a loss for words.She forgot that Heathcliff specially applied for a bench and placed it in the dressing room, where he slept at night, while she rested in the small compartment full of bottles and cans in the dressing room .He sleeps outside her door, as he said, guarding her

"My pen is broken." Mary turned her head away, dodging Heathcliff's overly enthusiastic gaze, racking her brains to think of a new topic.

She dug out the expensive pen from her clothes.

"I remember, you told me last time that you put it in the box." Heathcliff took the pen from Mary, and her delicate fingers brushed his palm inadvertently, making the air thin and dry .

"..." Mary was a little annoyed, why is this person so speechless!You have to watch her make a fool of yourself, right?

"The nib is broken." Heathcliff checked the nib and pulled out the old nib. "This nib is only available in Mr. Bird's pen shop. After the war, I will take you to replace it."

He closed the pen cap, leaned forward a little, the pen fell into Mary's hand again, and Heathcliff's hand fell into hers, neither of them left.

Mary wanted to pull out her hand, but it was wrapped in Heathcliff's palm, so she couldn't move again, her fingers curled up slightly, and her nails pressed against the table.

"What are you going to do again?" she asked.A strand of hair fell down, blocking her view, and the scene in front of her became blurred.

Heathcliff did not speak. He lowered his head, kissed Mary on the forehead, then on the nose, then covered her eyes with one hand, and began to kiss her awkwardly.

None of them are good at this job.

The snow stopped, and the temperature in the room rose again. Heathcliff smelled the disinfectant on Mary's clothes, and the fragrance on her neck that only belonged to girls.

He let go of the hand covering Mary's eyes, and put his arms around her waist, and kept the other hand on the back of her head, so that she was completely wrapped in his arms.

Mary slowly opened her eyes, and found that they were too close to see each other's face, so she closed her eyes again.

She leaned on Heathcliff's arms wholeheartedly and didn't think about anything.

So this small dressing room has become a paradise in the world, and war, howitzers, and raids have nothing to do with them.The world is restored to peace.

She is no longer the Dr. Mary who was tossing around among the wounded to help the world, and Heathcliff is no longer the god of war on the London battlefield, they are just themselves.

Mary Bennet and Heathcliff.

Mary was back in her back garden in Hertfordshire, surrounded by pink and pink rose bushes, and she stood in the middle of them, hugging her Prince Charming.The afternoon sun splashed on her newly made baroque dress, and everything was lazy and peaceful.

Good news keeps coming from the front lines, and many people are saying that this long war is coming to an end and we are about to win again.

God, it's getting brighter.

The Sacred Heart Hospital is no longer as overcrowded as before, and the work has become easier. It was originally an exclusive hospital for the military region and only accepted wounded and sick soldiers. However, as the situation gradually stabilized, it also began to accept some British citizens who were accidentally injured in the war.

"Tell me your name." Mary stood in front of the hospital bed, checking the wound of the woman on the bed, and asking the assistant to do the routine registration. She vaguely felt that this woman looked familiar.

"Emily Collins," said the woman.