Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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Rochester woke up again, a little confused, and he had a strange dream.

In this dream, he was bewitched by an evil spirit, and Bo Sha did not go crazy, but became a normal person.

He frowned, and while he often regretted marrying out of impulse, he never envisioned a scenario in which Bosha was not ill.

Because even if she is not mentally ill, he no longer loves her.

Her shallowness, ignorance, and vulgarity are completely different from what he pursues.

"Edward, are you awake?" A horrified voice interrupted his thoughts, he frowned and turned his head, the speed almost strained his neck.

Forgive him for using "scary" to describe his feelings, because the voice was exactly like a dream, it was a nightmare.

The owner of the voice is the crazy woman Bosha, the woman who ruined his life, his wife.

It's a pity that this was not a dream, other people soon appeared before his eyes.

"Master is awake," said his servant Leah.

"Monsieur is awake?" Mrs. Falks, his housekeeper, came in immediately.

His black eyes scanned their faces like a falcon, and then looked at the strange Bosha, moved his lips, but fell silent again.

If the nightmare was real, no one would believe what he was telling the truth now. He had no evidence at all that Bo Sha was a crazy woman.

Besides, Bo Sha has already been exposed, and there is no point in hiding it any longer, so let her get sick by herself.

At that time, he will lock her up after all.

"Edward, are you okay?" A silky hand was placed on his forehead, bringing him back to his senses instantly.

"What are you doing?" Rochester frowned at Bosha, and said through gritted teeth, "Go away, you..." Madman.

He didn't say the last word, because several pairs of eyes around him were fixed on him, as if he was some terrible monster.

He knew instantly that if he didn't want to go to the church again to perform exorcisms, he couldn't say "crazy" or anything like that.

Then bear with it for a while, Bosha will be awake for at most seven days, and she won't be able to be proud for long.

He thought so, but soon realized that he was very wrong.

Only a faint sob sounded in the room. The room was very quiet at this time, and this sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Bosha gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief, her eyes were red, and the clear tears gathered like a stream. She choked up and said: "Edward, poor Edward, how gentle you were in the past, you said you loved me, without me you would never be so tender." would die. But now? You are not my Edward."

As she cried out sentence by sentence, the atmosphere changed again, very faintly, but the other two pairs of eyes suddenly revealed suspicion and scrutiny.

Lia and Falks were already suspicious of him, doubting that the devil had not been driven away.

Damn it, why do they trust her so much?

This crazy woman, why didn't he find out that she was so good at acting.Yes, he has already confirmed that she must be acting.

Because the past self never said these words, except for the honeymoon period, he never said anything to her in private.

He frowned and forced her with sharp eyes, hoping that she would stop her boring performance quickly.

If it was Bosha from the past, she would definitely be frightened at this moment, as docile as a dog.

But what he met was not the original owner, and things naturally did not develop as he thought.

"Edward, my poor Edward." Bosha cried and turned to Falks, "Falchs, hurry up..."

"Okay, Bosha, I was wrong, enough is enough." He ground his teeth and decided to compromise for the time being.

He knew that if he didn't do this, he would be sent to the church again, because of Bosha's eyes at the moment.

In a corner that no one else could see, the woman looked at him with a fox-like sly look, with a hint of complacency and threat.

"She is definitely not Bosha. Even a sober Bosha would not show such eyes. Although she doesn't want to admit it, this woman looks very smart." Rochester thought in his heart.

No, she is not generally smart.

How did she deceive his eyesight and escape from under his nose?And how did you win the trust of your servants?

An unprecedented sense of crisis hit his heart. He didn't know her identity, her purpose, and her ability. This was very dangerous.

"Okay, you guys go out, I want to talk to my wife alone." He thought, sat up from the bed, and told the servant.

Falks and Liya looked at Bosha subconsciously, waiting for her instructions.

Although Rochester is the serious host, Bosha is just the hostess, but who told Rochester to have a precedent of bewitched?

But this situation did not intend to displease Rochester, he shouted again: "Get out, immediately."

"Okay, Edward." Bosha didn't want others to be intimidated by him, and immediately interjected, "Falkes, Leah, you go out first, I will be fine, I believe Edward will not hurt me, because I It's his life."

Her words moved the two servants very much, but Rochester got goosebumps when he heard it.

God, how did this woman say such disgusting words? He was about to throw up.

But he could only echo: "Yes, how could I hurt you, my love."

The servants retreated hesitantly, and the room suddenly fell silent.

Bosha glanced at Rochester, sat down on the chair next to her, and slowly peeled an orange next to her.

He carefully observed her every move, and found that she didn't seem to be planning to speak, so he frowned.

She looked exactly like Bosha, with flaxen hair, light brown eyes, and a tall figure.

But this woman is definitely not Bosha, the sober Bosha is just a cat waiting to be petted in front of him, her eyes will never leave him.Instead of turning a blind eye to him now.

"Who are you?" he asked, frowning.

But he got no answer, because the woman began to eat the orange, petal by petal, chewing slowly.

He took a deep breath, let out an angry breath, then got off the bed immediately, and walked in front of her a few steps.

"Who are you?" He grabbed the unhurried and hateful hand with great strength.

"Hiss, it hurts." She immediately frowned at him with a trace of condemnation.

Instinctively, he lowered his head, fixed his gaze, and pushed up his sleeve, only to see a red bloodstain, which was the trace of binding.

He still remembered that Bo Sha was bleeding when she was in the carriage, and then he untied her, but the marks did not disappear so easily.

So, is she really Bo Sha?

Are you stupid? I didn't expect that she was Bo Sha herself, right?

Under his puzzled gaze, Bo Sha pulled back his sleeves and took the unfinished oranges in his hands again.

She looked down and sighed: "You must be curious, right? How can a person change so much?

"How did a crazy and stupid woman suddenly become so smart that she couldn't fight back?" She raised her head and raised her eyebrows, with a smug gleam in her eyes.

It was dusk at this time, and the bleak sunset left traces of silence on the floor, but her eyes were like shooting stars in the night sky, with an incomparably gorgeous posture, crossing the lonely night, destined to be extremely stunning.

Rochester seemed to be stabbed, and looked away from her face, looking frustrated, his deep voice said: "Yes, I'm curious."

"Let's see how I can fool you," she thought.

"Of course you will be surprised, why this person looks exactly like Bo Sha, but his personality and speech are completely different?" She was originally Bosha's twin sister."

In the silent night, these words were like thunder and lightning flashing across the sky, almost deafening Rochester's ears. He subconsciously asked, "What? Bosha's twin sister?"

He looked at that figure suspiciously, but he couldn't remember that Bosha had a younger sister.

"Yes, I was born with Bosha, and her memory is my memory. It's just that I didn't like to communicate with outsiders in the past. What you see is Bosha."

She turned her head as she spoke, with a trace of condemnation and resentment, "But you, Bosha's husband, drove her crazy and fell into a deep sleep forever. I was forced to replace Bosha."

Rochester looked at her in amazement, and could hardly understand what she meant.

But he was quick, and he seemed to understand something.

So, she is just another soul living in Bosha's body, but she thinks she is Bosha's sister?

She said that she has all the memories of Besha.

For some reason, Rochester had a strange feeling, as if he had a wife again.

His eyes followed the figure unknowingly, with a hint of surprise and inexplicable excitement.

He felt that he had to make one thing clear, so he said, "No, I didn't drive Bosha crazy, she made her crazy. You are Bosha's sister, so it's impossible for you to be unclear."

But she seemed to know nothing, frowned slightly, and looked at him in surprise: "What are you talking about, if it wasn't for you, how could Bosha be crazy?"

He finally realized something, looked at her expression carefully, and found that there was an innocent expression on that familiar face.

Bosha is beautiful, otherwise he would not be dazzled by beauty and agree to marry her.

At this moment, this body has changed into a soul, but it seems to have injected a new connotation.

Her every move carries a naive and charming atmosphere, which is fatally attractive to men.

He frowned, moved his eyes away from her face, and looked at the curtain beside her, where the evening wind blew, rippling like water waves.

"I didn't drive Bosha crazy." After saying this, he opened his mouth, but under her curious gaze, he couldn't say anything.

Because she is also a member of the Mason family, if they have genetic mental illness, then she is not immune.

"What's that like?" A strange gleam flashed in Bo Sha's eyes, she stared at Rochester closely, but found that he seemed to have scruples and didn't want to tell the truth.

But, it shouldn't be, it is obviously more beneficial for him to speak out, to whitewash himself, and to gain the initiative from her.

She looked him over carefully, wanting to know the source of this inexplicable scruple.

Her gaze seemed to be penetrating. He tilted his head unconsciously and said in a low voice, "It's not me anyway. If you want to know, you can ask your brother Richard."

"I'll write to him." Bosha's tone was a little arrogant, as if she was acting like a baby, but her expression told you that acting like a baby was just an illusion.

Rochester glanced at her again, without saying a word, staring at the curtain next to him, wondering what he was thinking.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the cold wind of the winter night was blowing in, crackling the curtains.

Rochester frowned and glanced at the window. Bosha seemed to be unable to feel the temperature, and looked outside intently, not knowing what he was looking at.

He waited for a while, maybe 1 minute, maybe 10 minutes, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked to the window and closed it roughly.

Bo Sha was rudely knocked away by him, and with displeasure at being disturbed, she glanced at him, then quickly walked out of the room, and quickly disappeared from sight.

There was an instant silence in the room, like an empty tomb.

Rochester looked back out of the window, but only saw the bare trees. Under the cold moonlight at this moment, they looked like terrifying ghosts, baring their teeth and claws in the night wind.

Mrs. Falks was standing outside the master bedroom at the moment. Grace came to ask the master when the meal was, and she signaled to wait.

Liya said in a low voice at this time: "It seems that Ma'am and Mister haven't spoken for a long time."

Will the husband turn into a devil and eat his wife?

This is exactly what Falks is worried about. All kinds of terrible conjectures have arisen in her mind, and she is hesitating whether to go in and rescue the hostess without authorization.

At this moment, the door of the room opened suddenly, and they looked there for an instant, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Because the hostess, Mrs. Rochester, came out. Although she was not happy at the moment, she looked intact and in good spirits.

"Ma'am, do you want dinner?" Falk immediately stepped forward.

"Okay, I'm just hungry, what's for dinner tonight?" Bosha asked with a smile.

She walked down the stairs lightly, as if the unhappiness just now didn't exist at all.

The air in the room instantly relaxed, and the servants introduced the dinner with smiles on their faces, and walked towards the restaurant happily.

Not long after the hostess sat down, the host also entered the dining room and sat down opposite his wife.

Bo Sha looked at the top of his head that had been restored, and immediately realized that he should be wearing a wig.

At this time, wigs were very expensive to make. Rochester got the wig so quickly, he couldn't help but need strong financial resources and rich contacts.

It seems that the Rochester family still has a certain background.

But she quickly dismissed these thoughts, because the sumptuous dinner was quickly brought to the table.

Grilled skylark, cooked conger eel, stewed pike...

One after another, Bo Sha concentrated on enjoying the dinner, except for signaling to the servants to change the dishes, she didn't give it to anyone else.

The dining room was very quiet, except for the sound of chewing, her occasional orders, and the rubbing of servants' clothes, it could almost be called silence.

But there is no custom of eating without talking at the table in Britain. The nobles like to talk while eating.

Rochester took a sip of the table wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and suddenly asked, "Bosha, is Thornfield's cook okay?"

The flowing air froze for a moment, and Mrs. Falks looked at the lady for a moment, expecting her answer.

Bo Sha didn't seem to expect him to ask a question suddenly, she paused when she cut the roasted pigeon, and looked up at him, but saw his black eyes staring at her, motionless.

"Of course, I am very satisfied." She said and smiled at Falks, "Where is the chef, I want to reward him."

Falks was about to agree, but he heard the host say again: "Just reward the chef? What about the person who hired the chef?"

Falks looked at Rochester in surprise, then at the lady opposite him, and suddenly smiled thoughtfully.

It seems that the husband should have completely returned to normal. He is like what the wife said, and the relationship between the two is very good.

It is a rare thing for him to beg for a reward in front of his wife.

Rochester was a docile boy when he was a child, but his temper became worse as he grew older.

Especially after his father, old Mr. Rochester, left all the inheritance to his brother Roland out of family considerations, he often looked very irritable.

His appearance is really rare, and he is a little cute.

Different from Falks' perception, Bosha only thinks that Rochester is not sick, as if they have a good relationship.

God knows, yesterday he wanted to lock her up like a prisoner in a dark attic.

But she has already set up a character who loves her husband deeply. If she doesn't want people to set up an avalanche, she can only bite the bullet and fake a smile at this time: "Of course, my dear, I am most grateful to you."

Seemingly satisfied, Rochester put down his fork and said to Falkes: "The chef is doing a good job, and I get an extra ten pounds a year."

Then he took one more look at Bo Sha, then walked out of the dining room quickly and went to the study.

Bosha also finished her dinner at this time, she stood up, walked to the sofa in the lounge and sat down, preparing to spend the silent night quietly.

Thornfield is really remote, there is no human habitation for a mile around, and the cold wind is blowing outside the window at this time, which sounds very bleak.

If "Bo Sha" was locked in the attic tonight and heard such wind, what would she think?

It must be very helpless and lonely, like the waves in a storm, beaten to pieces, getting more and more crazy, right?

Bosha is so pathetic.

My dear husband abandoned her in this deserted place, but he went to Europe to show mercy, French dancers, Italian courtesans, German poor girls...

He played with them, and then threw them away one by one, just like Besha.

This Thornfield is like a tomb, imprisoning Bosha's freedom and burying her happiness.

In the end, there was a simple girl who wanted to become the hostess here, taking her last place.

So why not burn it, Rochester and himself, so they can never be apart.

Then another voice sounded:

No, silly girl, what's the use of you dying, he won't remember you, he will just completely forget you, and treat you like a speck of dust.

Live your own life, cherish the present, respect and love yourself, and enjoy life.

The scorching heat flowed through her fingertips, and Bosha came back to her senses in an instant, and found that she was very close to the candle flame, and her fingers almost touched the flame, so she withdrew her hand instantly.

It's terrible, this dangerous feeling will haunt you at any time.

When she relaxes and has negative emotions, she seems to be dominated by "Bosha", always trying to do destructive behaviors.

She took a deep breath, restrained her mind, and tried not to think about negative things.

In order to divert her attention, her eyes searched around the room.

"Ma'am, do you want to play the piano?" Falks was knitting next to him just now, when he raised his head and found her sight, he asked immediately.

Bo Sha also saw the piano by the window, she stood up unconsciously, and sat down on the bench beside the piano.

Under the dim candlelight, the dark piano reflected the faint cold light. In this silent night, she suddenly began to miss.

Eric, she said the name silently on the tip of her tongue, and her fingers danced on the keyboard unconsciously.

The sound quality of the piano is very good, and it is one of the heirlooms of the Rochester family. At this moment, under her hands, it has regained its life.

The tone of the piano is very full, and the notes fly down the mountain stream like a trickle. Gradually, it flows into the sea like a river, roaring and rolling in the dark night, sweeping all the waves.

This sound swept through the air in Thornfield, and almost everyone stopped what they were doing. They were so fascinated by the sound that they forgot where they were. Their hearts were flying in the air and churning in the sea along with the music.

The music stopped and the room fell silent.

Falks looked at the distracted hostess in shock.

I have never heard more beautiful music than this in my life.She couldn't believe that it came from the piano in the room.

At this time, there was a sound of rattling footsteps outside the door, with a hint of urgency.

The door opened quickly, revealing Rochester's somewhat dark face, his black eyes were shining at this moment, searching the room, and soon settled on Bosha beside the piano.

"It's you playing the piano, Bosha?" He walked slowly to the piano and held onto the piano stand.

Bo Sha glanced at him, then quickly looked away, and answered concisely: "Yes."

He felt her resisting attitude, tapped his fingers on the piano twice helplessly, and then said again: "What song is it, I haven't heard it before."

As he spoke, he looked behind seemingly unintentionally. Falks and the servants were all doing their own things, but their attention was focused on them.

Bosha was hinted and looked behind him. At this time, Falks' gaze stayed on him, as if he was surprised by his attitude.

She frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed it.

She looked up at Rochester again, with a slight smile: "Edward, this is Rapids, the name of the song."

"Oh? Which musician's work is it?" He looked down at her, his black eyes focused on the light under the light.

Instead of answering the question, she asked instead: "There are many musicians in the world, how much do we know?"

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes again, moved her fingers slightly, and played another piece of music again.

He didn't get an answer, and he lost the chance to speak again, so he could only stand quietly by the side, looking at her focused profile.

Falks kept looking at them with a smile, feeling more and more that they were a perfect match.

Mr. Rochester was of medium build, but very strong. He was wearing a black suit at the moment, which added a bit of elegance, and his focused figure exuded a dignified aura.

The hostess, Mrs. Rochester, is even more noble, charming and versatile. At the moment, she is like a musical elf, fascinated by the husband.

Bo Sha didn't know what the housekeeper was thinking. After she finished playing a piece, seeing Rochester still standing there, she rolled her eyes and thought of a good idea.

"Edward, let me appreciate your piano skills too, you won't refuse?" She stood up and gave him the bench.

When Rochester saw her sly gaze, he knew that she was planning to play tricks on him, but unexpectedly it came true.

It is difficult for the most outstanding pianist in the world to shine in front of her, let alone his amateur level, I am afraid he will only be ashamed.

He moved his lips, but under her expectant gaze, he couldn't say the words of refusal, so he could only sit down on the stool helplessly.

After sitting down, his first thought was that she had just sat on this stool.Thinking about it this way, he seemed to be able to feel the lingering warmth there.

But he knew it was an illusion, because it was very cold in winter.Even with the fireplace on, the clothes are thick and it is difficult to transfer body heat to the stool.

He soon realized that a momentary mistake had put him in an embarrassing situation.

After hearing the sounds of nature, ordinary music is hard to listen to. He frowned almost as soon as he started.

The melody, which is usually smooth, looks so pale at the moment, with rough technique and dull emotion.

He unconsciously looked at the figure next to him. Bosha was sitting on the sofa next to him, facing him, as if listening carefully.

But if you look carefully, you can quickly find that her eyes are out of focus at all, and she is distracted.

She really didn't hide it.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and those two jet-black eyebrows were frowned into a ball, beating irritably amidst increasingly messy notes.

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