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

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Bo Sha came to the lounge while thinking, and sat down by the piano.

Smart notes jump on the black and white keys, and the beautiful melody dances in the air, stirring the purple gauze curtain shrouded in the setting sun, and stirring the mind.

Sir Lynn is a well-known squire in Haizhen, and he is a family friend with the Rochester family. Hearing that Edward Rochester had returned, he came here to visit.

They were talking about some news in the study when they heard a pleasant sound of a piano from next door.Lynn is not proficient in music, but he can also hear that the player is skilled and full of emotion.

He stopped and listened for a while, and was a little curious about the player, so he turned around and asked Rochester, "It's really exquisite, who is this outstanding musician?"

He waited for a while, but did not get an answer, and asked again. Rochester came back to his senses, turned his head to look at him, and asked in a trance, "What?"

He looked a little absent-minded, his eyes kept running towards the door.

Lynn looked at him suspiciously, and began to wonder about the identity of the musician.

The playing stopped quickly, and Rochester slowly looked away. He looked at Lynn and asked, "What did you ask me just now?"

"Why don't you let me meet this wonderful musician, Rochester?" Lynn asked expectantly.

"Musician?" Rochester froze for a moment, and quickly understood who he was talking about, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Yes, Mrs. Rochester is an excellent musician."

"Mrs. Rochester? Is she playing?" Lynn was very surprised, and said impatiently, "Then I can't wait to meet the mistress of the manor."

Rochester respected the guest's wishes, in fact, he stood up almost immediately, and walked quickly towards the door.

Lynn saw that he seemed to be more anxious than himself, smiled thoughtfully, and followed quickly.

Bo Sha played a piece of music that was not finished in the previous world. She tried to play a piece just now and felt unsatisfied.

She made a little adjustment and played it again, feeling smoother and more closely connected to the climax.

The smile on the corner of her mouth deepened unconsciously. In the bright sunshine behind her, she looked like the goddess of spring, exuding a mysterious and charming charm.

Sir Lynn stood behind his friend, looking at the Lady of Spring in astonishment, for a moment forgetting words.

He believed that Mr. Rochester was not much better than himself, because he hadn't changed his posture for a long time, and he was looking at the front without moving, fascinated by it.

Bo Sha quickly found them, and when she inadvertently raised her eyes, she saw Rochester standing at the door.

Behind him, there is a tall strange man, who should be the visiting guest.

Because of their arrival, she had no intention of composing any more music, so she stopped.

"Edward, why don't you invite the guests in?" She got up from the piano bench, walked slowly to the door a few steps, and curtseyed.

Lynn quickly returned a salute, and said for his friend: "Mrs. Rochester, are we bothering you? It's a pity that I can't finish listening to this wonderful fairy music."

"No, in fact, the piece is not yet finished." Bosha said with a social smile and an elegant tone.

At this time, Rochester also came in from the door, walked up to her, lowered his head and asked, "Bosha, what do you mean, is this the piece you composed?"

"Let's say this, although a friend of mine gave me some advice." She didn't say much, and turned to Lynn, "Edward, you haven't introduced this gentleman yet."

Rochester gave up asking who that friend was, and then gave them a brief introduction, and everyone sat down on the sofa.

"Rochester, I'm really curious, how did you find such an outstanding wife?" Lynn said in an envious tone, "You know, I'm still a bachelor. As someone who has experienced it, can you give me some advice?"

The guest praised the hostess was a common social statement, but Lynn's tone sounded so sincere that even Bosha was a little unsure if he was serious.

She took another look at Lynn, and saw that he was very tall, half a head taller than Rochester when he was sitting, with a square face that was very energetic, and his tone of voice was sincere, making it easy to be liked by others.

Sitting next to her, Rochester glanced sideways at her and replied to Lynn: "Actually, I can't give you any advice, God made us husband and wife, our father was a friend, and decided to be related to each other. "

Lynn smiled immediately: "It seems that I should also ask my father if there is such an old friend."

Hearing this, Bosha turned her head and glanced at Rochester, but said nothing.

But what happened to them, they knew each other well.

In the month of just getting married, Rochester and "Bo Sha" also fell in love briefly, because he is a deep face control, and simply fell in love with "Bo Sha"'s face.

But soon, he became dissatisfied, and when he learned that Bosha's family had a genetic gene for mental illness, he became even more suspicious, and gradually became indifferent to "Bosha".

This is also the trigger for "Bo Sha" to go crazy. Even if it is not the root cause, he is not innocent, not to mention his fickleness after "Bo Sha" went crazy.

At this time, the other two in the lounge were still talking, and the topic changed to winter pastime.

Lynn said that she had been bored for a long time and was going to hold a dance party and invited them to it.

"Rochester, Mrs. Rochester, the ball will be held in three days, remember to come and attend." Lynn said goodbye.

Bertha and Rochester sent him to the gate, saw his carriage disappearing on the hillside, and went back again.

"Bosha, I'm much better. If you want to go to the town, I can see you off." Rochester stopped her when he entered the door.

Bo Sha paused and looked back at him.

Rochester was standing by the door, the sunlight slanted back from behind him, making those black eyes even brighter, and he was looking at her intently.

"Bo Sha, what do you think?" He asked persistently, as if he really expected her to send a letter.

He didn't know that even if Richard explained clearly why "Bosha" went crazy, she wouldn't like him more, she just wanted to change Bosha's indifferent attitude towards him.

"Okay, is there time to go now?" Bosha said and looked at the sky. At this time, the sun was gradually approaching the hills, and it was almost dusk.

Rochester glanced back, and immediately said: "It's too late, Bosha, you don't know yet, the dusk in Thornfield comes very early, but it is very long, and the night will take a long time to come."

Then he glanced at her again, walked out of the room quickly, and called to the groom loudly: "John, John, fasten the carriage, my wife and I are going out."

Bo Sha glanced at him, then turned back and went into the study, wrote a letter with letter paper, and sealed it with wax.

When she returned to the door again, Rochester was already waiting there. He changed into black clothes and a thick cloak, and raised his eyes to look at her when he heard the voice.

"Bosha, you are wearing too little." He sized her up, and then called to the butler, "Falkes, Falkes."

The butler quickly came down from upstairs, took a thick fur coat, and put it on for her.

Bo Sha ordered her servants to buy this dress in the town, and she herself had a dowry of [-] pounds, so she was naturally generous in spending it.

It's just that it was a temporary purchase in the end, and some don't fit well.

He frowned at the dress, and then told the butler: "Falkes, let the tailor come over tomorrow and make some clothes that fit."

The butler immediately agreed, and then he stretched out his right hand again, motioning for her to take his arm.

Bo Sha glanced at him, then at the many servants, she didn't refuse, and gently pulled him up.

He immediately covered her with his left hand, touched her hand through two layers of gloves, and focused too much on the face that was close at hand.

"Edward, we should go." Bosha frowned slightly, then quickly let go, reminding with a smile.

He quickly came back to his senses, led her slowly to the side of the carriage, helped her into the carriage, quickly jumped on himself, and closed the door.

Under his order, the carriage immediately started to drive, passed by the nearby small river, and gradually climbed up the nearby hills.

There are many withered dry grasses and hedges on the side of the mountain road. At this time, it is approaching dusk, and everything is silent, except for the creaking sound of the carriage on the road, there is only a slight movement from the distant village.

In the sea town not far away, blue smoke rises, under the fiery red sky reflected by the setting sun, it looks like a magical and ethereal picture scroll.

Looking at this scene, Bo Sha came up with another idea for composition, and was fascinated by it for a while.

"Bosha, do you like Thornfield?" Rochester sat opposite, observing her expression, and suddenly asked.

Bo Sha came back to her senses, glanced at him, and replied, "It's okay."

Rochester smiled slightly when he heard the words, and continued: "Actually, we still have a manor called Fending Manor, which is located in a lush forest."

"Although it's too humid in the rainy season, it's cool in summer and we can go on vacation," he added.

She instantly knew where it was.

In the original book, Thornfield was burned down, Rochester was disabled, and he lived in the remote Ferndean Manor, where Jane Eyre found him.

When Bo Sha thought of this, she was very disgusted for a moment.

She frowned and looked out of the window for a moment: "No, I don't like it there."

Because she suddenly remembered that Rochester once wanted to lock "Bo Sha" there.

Because it is more remote and almost deserted, it is a good "prison".

Although he later found out with conscience that the climate there was not good and that "Bosha" might die soon, and gave up this plan, Bosha still had a shadow over it.

Rochester didn't know what offended her and made her reject him even more, so he could only look at her with a frown, and didn't speak anymore.

They soon heard voices, and Bo Sha looked forward, only to see a bustling town in front of her eyes.

Under the fiery red sunset, many shops in the town are still open, but there are few customers.

They stopped at the gate of the post office, and Rochester mailed the letters with her, and asked her if she wanted to buy something when they came out.

"I want to buy some painting tools and paints." Bosha said while patrolling the surrounding shops with her eyes.

"I know where it is, Bosha, come with me." Rochester took two steps, then looked back at her.

Bo Sha glanced at him and followed him to a store.

The clerk was already listless. Seeing them, he quickly greeted them and enthusiastically asked about their needs.

"Are Mr. and Mrs. local residents? I don't think I've seen you before." The clerk said, placing different kinds of paints on the table, motioning them to check.

"Yes, Thornfield Manor. I'm Rochester, and this is Mrs. Rochester." Rochester frowned at the clerk and said impatiently.

The clerk immediately realized that the gentleman was not in a good temper, smiled mischievously, looked at the lady who looked milder, and introduced his products graciously.

Bo Sha carefully checked the color of the paint, maybe because it was too extravagant before, she soon felt that these things were ordinary.

But there is no better one in the store, so I can only reluctantly buy it first.

Since Rochester brought her here, there might not be a better store than this one in the town, so she bought some drawing paper and painting utensils, and finished shopping for today.

In fact, sending letters is only incidental, and purchasing is the main reason for her to go out.

After leaving the store, Rochester asked her what else to buy, Bosha refused, and they quickly boarded the carriage back.

The setting sun descends on the hills, and the moon rises slowly, reflecting the sky blue, like a beautiful canvas.

Hearing the sound of cackling horseshoes running through the field, Bo Sha turned her head to look out the window.

"Bosha, do you like painting very much?" Rochester's voice was very clear in the quiet carriage.

Bo Sha turned her head and glanced at him, without denying it: "Yes, I like it very much."

"Then do you like sketching or oil painting?" When Rochester looked at her, his brows slightly stretched.

"Oil painting, I like light, shadow and color." Bosha lowered her eyes and answered very simply.

He looked at her and pondered for a while, then asked, "Then do you like Da Vinci? Bosha, I have a painting by him."

Bo Sha looked up in surprise, with a hint of doubt: "Really? What is it?"

This wouldn't be donkey for her, would it?

Leonardo Da Vinci is the originator of the painting world, and his use of light, shadow and perspective is superb. His paintings have long been hard to see on the market.

Rochester smiled slightly, watching her dark eyes light up slightly, with a hint of joy, as if pleased by her expression.

"It's in the study, Bosha, you'll see it soon." His voice became deeper, and his eyes looking at her were extremely bright under the moonlight.