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

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A "bang" noise pierced through the eardrums, and Bo Sha regained consciousness in an instant, frowning at Rochester.

At this moment, he roughly closed the piano cover with both hands, and his black eyes looked straight at her with a hint of annoyance.

"Bosha, all talented people are qualified to despise ordinary people, right?" He walked around the room impatiently, stopped three steps away from her, frowned at her, and walked out quickly. door.

Falks was startled by the sudden noise first, then looked at his leaving back in surprise, turned back with some trepidation, and asked, "Ma'am, what's the matter, sir?"

"It's nothing, you know, Edward has a bad temper." Bosha seemed to be used to it, and managed to perfunctory the butler.

Rochester has always had a bad temper, Falks has long experienced it.It's just that she didn't expect that the husband would lose his temper with his wife.

She looked at Madam worriedly, and found that she didn't seem to take it seriously. She was already reading a book at the moment, and she was relieved.

Rochester's departure did not have any impact on Bosha.

Her main task now is to live strong, resist psychosis, and act as the only patch in this time and space.

She was so busy resisting the negative thoughts that appeared from time to time that she didn't have the energy to pay attention to Rochester. As long as he couldn't lock her up, who cares about him?

But it's too boring to stay indoors all the time, it's time to have some fun for yourself.

"Falkes, how many horses are there in the house?" she asked casually.

"How many horses are there, ma'am, are you going out in a carriage?" Falks immediately asked.

"Well, don't be in a hurry for the carriage. It should be sunny tomorrow. I want to ride a horse." She looked at the sky outside and speculated.

"Of course, ma'am. There is a docile mare in the stable. Old Mr. Rochester almost sold her, but luckily he didn't." Falks said with a smile.

They chatted casually for a while, and it was time for bed.

The servants sent Bosha into the bedroom, and when she lay down, they turned off the lights.

Thornfield Manor is located in a valley, and a clear stream flows through the mountains.

It was late winter at this time, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the surface of the stream.

Beside the stream, there is a vast flat land. Under the sun at this time, a thin white mist is transpiring, taking away the frost on the ground.

Sure enough, Bo Sha found a strong mare in the stable. She looked at the other horses and found a very handsome black one.

But considering that "Bo Sha" has never ridden a horse before, she still chose a mare, and when she gets familiar with it, she will try a dark horse again.

With the help of her servants, she successfully mounted the horse, then slowly drove out of the stables and set off for the flat ground near the manor.

The horse was very docile, and she mastered it with almost no effort. She picked up the appropriate speed and shuttled through the dry woods.

There are almost no evergreen trees near Thornfield, except for the pearl-like rose hips and red hawthorn berries along the way, there are only bare tree trunks.

Riding in the woods, the horses occasionally startled birds, and these brown birds spread out in panic like bees, with endless vitality.

She likes this kind of lively and lovely things, and immediately chases them consciously, observing their lively postures and crisp tweets.

In order not to tire the birds, she dismounted, tied the horse to the stump, and approached them lightly.

The red hawthorn berries taper under their sharp beaks and drop.Occasionally, some fruits would hit her on the top of her head, and she would pick them up and leave them intact.

Gradually, a small packet of red fruit was wrapped in her cloak, and she was about to go back when she heard the flock of birds disperse again.

She stopped to listen, and found a strong horse's hooves approaching, she subconsciously looked there.

I saw a black horse galloping over. The rider on it was wearing a brown cloak and hat of the same color. His face was not clear, but his figure was very strong.

She was thinking about the familiar look of the horse, one person and one horse passed by her, and she instantly saw who he was.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a dull crash.

She subconsciously looked over there, but saw Rochester falling to the ground in embarrassment, cursing something with his brows furrowed.

The black horse struggled to stand up, neighing and looking a little flustered.

She stood there without moving, and saw him stand up limping, looking this way too.

She lowered her eyes quickly, and was about to turn around and leave, when she heard another panicked neigh, and then gradually went away.

Reluctantly raised his head again, frowned at the fleeing black horse, and then at the owner of the horse standing where he was.

Now his brown cloak was covered with mud, and his hat fell to the ground, making him look like a peasant.

He was also looking at her at the moment, as if he was struggling with something.

She was not interested in this, so she turned around and left. After walking three steps, she heard him shouting from behind: "Bosha, help me."

She paused, frowned at him, and waited for the next step.

Rochester smiled wryly, pointed to his leg, and pleaded in his eyes: "Bosha, I'm injured, I can't walk at all, and the horse ran away in fright. If you leave me alone, I will freeze to death here."

Bosha stood where she was, her brown eyes scrutinized him carefully, as if trying to determine if he was lying.

Whether he gets hurt or suffers doesn't matter much to her.

But he is the hero, if he dies, the world will collapse completely.

Bo Sha observed for a while, but found no sign of him lying, so she walked over helplessly.

She was wearing a newly made light green long dress at the moment, with a darker color cloak of the same color outside, and she was holding a red hawthorn fruit in her arms.

It looks like a mountain elf, who specializes in confusing passing travelers, and he fell off his horse because of being deceived.

Rochester stared at her without blinking, and when he smelled the warm fragrance from her body, he said in a low voice:

"Bo Sha, come over a little bit and help me go."

He stretched out his hand to put it on her slender shoulders, but found that she was not moving at the same place, and suddenly wondered: "Bo Sha?"

Bo Sha didn't move. She looked down at his legs. At this time, he was wearing riding boots, and nothing could be seen except the mud.

"Are you really hurt?" She raised her eyes and asked.

No wonder she was suspicious, what happened today was too coincidental.

First, he fell to the ground inexplicably, and then the horses suddenly ran away in fright. It can be called an accident if it happened alone, but it is too strange to happen at the same time.

However, she couldn't figure out his intention to lie.

She looked at him and found that those black eyes were so focused that she could see her reflection clearly in them now.

Seeming to have found something interesting, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a hint of interest flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly understood his intention.

"I'm really hurt, Bosha, don't you believe it?" Rochester frowned, looked at the boots a little irritably, and compromised, "Otherwise I'll take off the boots and show you?"

"No, I believe you." Bo Sha turned around and left after speaking, completely opposite to her semantics.

"Bosha." Rochester's call didn't make her turn back.

His eyes darkened, and he chased two steps forward, the pain was unbearable, he could only watch her back disappear before his eyes, and cursed "Damn" helplessly.

He looked around and sat down on a stone slab.

It was winter at this time, and the stone slab was very cold, which quickly took away the heat from his body.

Although he knew that Bosha didn't like him very much, he didn't expect that Bosha really hated him so much, even hated him.

I'm afraid she won't notify the servants to save him either.

He struggled to stand up, his injured ankle hurt like a pinprick, he moved about two meters, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Looking at this familiar distance, he never thought it was so long.

At this time, a brisk sound of horseshoes sounded from behind, and he quickly turned around, only to see a green elf riding over.

Her eyes shone brightly and dazzlingly in the sun, and her posture on the horse was like a goddess of the wind.

She stopped beside him quickly, and her charming eyes scanned him with a hint of doubt.

"Are you really hurt?" she asked again, pausing for a moment on his pale lips.

"I'm really hurt." His black eyes were fixed on her, and his voice was hoarse.

She looked at the empty surroundings, and finally got off the horse.

"Go up." She gave him the reins, and stretched out her arms to motion for him to help her get on the horse.

His black eyes flicked across the slender arm, and then looked at some impatient eyes, and finally got on the horse with his strength.

Because of the force on his feet, cold sweat broke out again on his face, he frowned, took a deep breath, and sat firmly on the horse.

Looking down at her again, he stretched out his right hand: "Bo Sha, come up."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending, she finally gave up observing and looked away: "I will walk back, you can go by yourself."

As she spoke, she walked forward with light steps, walking five or six feet away.

He looked at the green figure, drove the horse, and quickly followed.

He pulled the rein: "Bosha, it's too cold. If you go on like this, you will definitely get sick from the cold. Come up quickly."

Bo Sha glanced back at him and started on her way again.

He frowned at her, and was about to take further measures when she suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.

"Bosha..." He dismounted quickly, resisted the pain in his feet, and helped her up, "How are you?"

Bosha looked at her red hands, then at this annoying Rochester, and almost wanted to slap him twice.

If it wasn't for him calling her all the time, she wouldn't be wrestling at all.

However, she soon realized that her thoughts were a little extreme, different from her usual style, and subconsciously suppressed them with mental power.

She pulled out her hand and frowned at him: "Mr. Rochester, I'm really fine, you can go."

Anyway, it is impossible to share a horse with him, it will make more negative emotions in the body.

Sometimes she would suspect that there was another "Bosha" in her body, and all her emotions were caused by Rochester, that tragic woman, who would never forget him.

Rochester's hands were clenched, turning white in the cold wind.

He looked at her indifferent back, his face became paler and looked a little blue.

She quickly disappeared into the woods, out of his sight.