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

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For the first time, Bo Sha felt that he didn't look so annoying, hesitated for a while, and asked, "You also like painting?"

His eyes widened slightly, flattered by her active inquiry, he squeezed his cane with his right hand, and replied in a hurry: "Yes, I like painting, although my talent is not good, but my eyes can appreciate it, Bo Sha. "

Bo Sha didn't speak anymore, but just looked at him carefully, as if evaluating something, he unconsciously changed his posture, and looked at her with a look of inquiry.

"That's good. Art can make people noble and get rid of low-level interests." Bosha's words were pointed.

Appreciate more high-level art, and you will not be so superficial, only like women's faces.

Rochester didn't understand what she meant, so he asked back: "Then, can I admire your paintings, Bosha."

He seemed to like calling her by her name very much, almost every time he said a word he would call her by her name.

When Bosha heard him say that, she looked at him in surprise, and she recognized that Rochester was flattering her.

She said to let him appreciate high art, and he said that he wanted to appreciate her paintings, which means "high art = her paintings".

It seems that she underestimated Rochester.

She thought he was a violent and shallow man, but in fact, he still has some emotional intelligence, and he is very good at pleasing others if he wants to.

As if to prove her conjecture, Rochester stared at her closely, and asked again: "How about we set up a studio in Thornfield, Bosha?"

As if to convince her, he added: "Just above the study is a vacant room. It is sunny there, and the windows are facing the stream and woods not far away, and the scenery is picturesque."

It has to be said that Bo Sha was shamefully moved. She happened to be interested in painting that stream, and his proposal was very much in line with her intentions.

Perhaps seeing something from her expression, Rochester asked again in a low voice: "What do you think of this idea, Bosha?"

How about it?Of course it's great.

She raised her eyes to look at him, it was already dark outside at this time, there was no light in the carriage, his face was hidden in the darkness, only his eyes were faintly glowing, and he was looking at her intently.

"I think that's a good idea." She began slowly, and added softly, "Thank you."

As she spoke, she frowned slightly, feeling that the scene was a bit strange and unexpected.

She originally thought that Rochester was useless, but she didn't expect that it didn't seem to be the case. She felt a little uncomfortable with this subtle change.

"Bosha, you don't need to thank me." Rochester's voice was low, as if whispering, "I am very happy, Bosha, I am very happy now."

The atmosphere in the carriage was a bit weird, Bo Sha didn't know what to say, so she could only turn to the window.

At this time, the carriage has already entered a valley, the stream is winding, and the path is inevitably rugged.

She subconsciously wanted to grab the wall of the carriage, but felt that the carriage suddenly bumped violently, and the entire carriage instantly dumped to the left, almost at forty degrees.

Bo Sha was thrown out in an instant, and even though the carriage turned back quickly, the inertia still made her fly to the left.

At that moment, her heart was almost in her throat, because she was facing the window on the left, if she fell out, she might not die or be seriously injured.

When she almost saw the stars outside the window, her whole body was firmly grasped by a strong arm, and she was pulled back into the carriage in an instant, just shaken from shock.

"John, damn it, are you free?" Rochester's angry voice rang in his ears, he scolded the coachman while looking down at her.

"How are you, Bosha?" She couldn't see his expression, but it was easy to guess that he should be frowning and anxious.

"I'm fine." She came back to her senses and immediately wanted to stand up, but found that she was being "hijacked" by him, and immediately fell back to that hard chest.

He was wearing a thick woolen coat today, and it was slightly rough when his face hit it.

She immediately realized what the scene was now, she was firmly fixed in her arms, and seemed to have forgotten to let go.

She could almost feel his more and more rapid breathing, she was a little nervous, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed them away.

He really didn't move at all, as if he hadn't heard anything.

On the contrary, it was her friskiness that gave him some hints. He looked down at her without speaking, but the distance was getting closer and closer.

"Master, a dog suddenly appeared and surprised the horse, I'm sorry." John's voice sounded in time.

He paused and froze in place. She found an opportunity and took the opportunity to get out.

He seemed to want to sit next to her, but she stopped him immediately: "Rochester, enough is enough."

Her tone was not good, making his movements stiff, and the hazy moonlight reflected on the floor of the carriage, outlining his silhouette into a focused silhouette.

He just looked at her like that, wanting to get closer but having some concerns, he stood there for a while.It wasn't until the carriage started running again that he sat down slowly.

Bo Sha sat facing him, almost completely covered in his sight, the car was very quiet, but filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

The moonlight shrouded the gray battlements, and the manor was already brightly lit, looking so warm and comfortable.

Bosha has never found Thornfield so cute.

When the carriage stopped, she couldn't wait to open the door, jumped out of the carriage eagerly, and quickly entered the bright house.

At the same time, she heard rattling footsteps following her, with some eagerness.

Without looking back, she knew it was Rochester.

Although he can walk alone, but the foot injury is not completely healed.If you listen carefully, you will find that the steps are of different weights and speeds.

Therefore, he has not caught up.

For some reason, she felt an inexplicable fear of him at this moment, always worried that he would lose control and tear her apart like a wild beast.

Rochester tonight was too dangerous, out of intuition, she didn't dare to be in the same room with him, and went directly to the second floor.

Not long after she sat down, she heard Leah knocking on the door, asking if she wanted to come down to dinner.

"No, Liya, I feel a little uncomfortable and want to eat in the room." Bosha said while listening to the movement outside.

Leah seemed to pause for a moment, asking for someone's opinion.

Then a sound of footsteps approached, and Rochester's voice came from outside: "Bosha, what's wrong with you?"

Sure enough, he was right outside the door, but just now he asked a servant to knock on the door.

Bo Sha immediately replied: "No, I'm just a little tired. I want to rest, Edward."

Her voice was slightly tired, and when she called him, she had a unique ending, as if she was scratching her heart slightly, a little itchy and soft.

There was silence outside the door for a while, and then Rochester whispered: "Okay, Bosha, you have a good rest, I will let Lia bring the food."

Then the sound of clattering footsteps faded away.

Bo Sha made sure he left, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

But that doesn't work.

Rochester is the owner of the manor and the husband of this body, if he asks for intercourse, she cannot justifiably refuse.

Time to make him a little self-aware.

Under the dim light, Bosha's face was mostly hidden in the shadows, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, like an evil witch.

Lynn's visit seemed to turn on a switch, and Thornfield became very lively, with visitors coming from time to time.

Some of these people are the celebrities of Millcote, and some are the nearby country gentlemen. The words of different tones are like a melody around the manor.

Due to the arrival of these people, Rochester became very busy.Bosha made an excuse to say that she was not feeling well, so she rested upstairs and avoided meeting him.

In the afternoon, a married couple called, Colonel Dent and his new wife.

It was at this time that Rochester came to Bosha's room again.

A fireplace was always burning in the room, warming the air.

Bo Sha sat by the window sill and raised the curtains high. The window was half open, but it was not cold at all.

In front of her is an oil painting canvas. At this moment, she is looking at the grove outside, drawing a rough outline with a thin brush.

At this time, there was a familiar sound of footsteps, followed by two short knocks on the door.

Immediately afterwards, a deep voice came: "Bosha, you said you are not feeling well, how are you doing now? Do you want to see a doctor?"

It's Rochester.

Bo Sha paused, turned her head to the door, and said loudly: "I'm much better, just take a rest."

"That's good." Rochester immediately responded, "Bosha, I'm very worried about you."

Then he paused and said, "If you feel better, can you come downstairs? I have a friend who came with his wife, and they would like to see you too."

Bo Sha didn't speak for a moment.

She thought about it, and felt that it was not an option to hide all the time, she needed a chance.

Bo Sha agreed and said that she would go down later.

Rochester couldn't keep ignoring the guests, so he could only go downstairs to the lounge first.

About half an hour later, Bo Sha changed her clothes again, and with an elegant and decent smile, she stepped into the lounge.

At this time, the three people in the room were sitting on the sofa chatting, and they laughed easily from time to time.

Rochester was facing the door sideways, as if hearing her footsteps, he turned his head to look at her immediately.

Seeing Bo Sha, his eyes lit up, he stood up immediately, and walked in front of her a few steps.

"Bo Sha, you're here." He stood a step away from her, looking down at her with deep eyes.

Judging from his walking posture, his foot injury has completely disappeared and he is recovering quickly.

"Edward, won't you introduce me to two distinguished guests?" Bosha raised her chin behind him, signaling him not to be rude to others.

Rochester turned around and introduced her to his friends: "As you can see, the charming lady in front of you is Mrs. Rochester."

His words were a bit nasty, Bo Sha glanced at him, and curtseyed.

Then he looked at Bosha again, and said in a low voice, "Bosha, this is our neighbor and friend, Colonel Dent, and Mrs. Dent."

Both guests were well dressed and greeted her with elegant smiles.

After a brief introduction, the two ladies held hands and sat down on the sofa, while their husbands sat on the opposite sofa, chatting with each other.

Mrs. Dent was a typical lady, slender, fair-skinned, fair-haired, mild-mannered, and courteous in conversation.

Because they are all newlyweds, Mrs. Dent feels that she and Bosha have a lot in common.

They have been discussing various issues of the newlyweds, such as how to manage the manor, how to get along with their husbands...

In this world, Bosha certainly didn't experience any of them, but her experience was quite rich.

As the former hostess of the Rose Manor, Mrs. Darcy, she can handle these easily.

So in Rochester's strange sight, what she said was quite impressive, and it didn't sound like she was just making up.

At least Mrs. Dent had made her a confidant.

"Bosha." Mrs. Dent called her Christian name affectionately, and then looked at the man, "Just now Mr. Rochester has been praising your superb piano skills. Peter and I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I don't know if there is any This ear blessing?"

Mr. Dent's Christian name was Peter, and Mrs. Dent's Christian name was Mary.

Hearing that Rochester had boasted about her piano skills, Bertha immediately looked across.

Rochester had been paying attention to her silently, and immediately met her gaze.

Because he was called by Mrs. Dent, his eyes drifted away for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and smiled.

Bosha looked away, smiled at the two guests, and said that it was her responsibility to make them happy, and she was happy to play for them.

"It's just, Mr. Dent, Mary." She said modestly again, "Mr. Rochester compliments me too much, I hope you don't poison your ears."

"Just play it, Mrs. Rochester." Mr. Dent immediately encouraged, "I don't think Mr. Rochester will talk about it, even if he wants to please his sweetheart, he can say it in private. But you were not there at the time, so what you said is truth."

When talking about "sweetheart", Mary smiled knowingly, looked at Rochester jokingly, and then looked at Bosha.

Rochester immediately looked this way, but Bo Sha didn't look at him, she felt embarrassed besides embarrassment.

She showed a perfunctory smile and sat down at the piano.

The light notes sounded quickly, and Bo Sha played a little waltz, which was very brisk and lively.

While playing, she saw Mr. Dent ask his wife to dance. Mary was a little shy, but quickly agreed.

Almost at the same time, Rochester came to the piano.

He stood just two steps away from her, looking at her quietly, his eyes focused, his brows stretched, quite intoxicated.

Bo Sha tried her best to ignore his presence and focus on the piano and the intimate guests in front of her.

The Dent couple quickly ended the song. They were full of joy and smiles, and they kept praising Bosha.

"Oh, Bosha, you are such a little villain. You are obviously a musician, but you pretend to be ordinary, which shocked me." Mary pulled her up and invited her to go for a walk.

"I've wanted to visit the beautiful scenery of Thornfield for a long time, Rochester, you have to fulfill my little wish." Dent immediately echoed his wife.

Rochester looked at his guests, did not agree immediately, but looked at Bosha and asked: "Bosha, what do you think?"

The Dents also looked over immediately, waiting for her answer.

Although Bosha felt that she didn't want to get along with Rochester, she couldn't refuse at this time, so she smiled and said, "Of course, Mary, we should grant you this little wish."

As she spoke, she immediately took Mary's arm and pulled her out of the living room.

Seeing that the two ladies were about to disappear, Mr. Dent raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned his head and smiled at Rochester: "Mrs. Rochester is really hospitable, and she is even more urgent than us now."

As he spoke, he immediately followed, without seeing Rochester's dim eyes.

How could he not understand Bo Sha's thoughts?

There are four of them in a group, and there are only two combinations.One is that the ladies walk arm in arm, with the men escorting them behind, and the other is, of course, a pair of couples.

In this way, Bosha will either walk on the arm of Mrs. Dent or on the arm of Rochester.

And now, her choice is obvious.

He thought that her attitude had improved when she went out yesterday, but it turned out to be an illusion.

Rochester stood for a while, then showed a stiff smile, walked out of the lounge quickly, and followed their footsteps.

The four of them walked out of the hall, passed the lawn covered with withered grass, and the winding path, and came to the hillside.

They stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, only to see the small sea town looming, and the vast fields looked like a bleak picture scroll.

In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a picture, because someone has already made it a reality.

"William, I said why I couldn't find you anywhere, but you have hid here." Mr. Dent's voice came from a col.

Everyone immediately turned their heads and found a man in disheveled clothes facing them. His hair was disheveled by the mountain wind, and there was still some dirt on his clothes.

Bo Sha noticed that he had a sketchbook in his hand, and he should be sketching.

She unconsciously took two steps over there, looked carefully, her eyes lit up.

What he painted happened to be the scenery in front of him, with smooth lines and a unique composition, and it could be seen that it was a good painting before it was finished.

"Mrs. Rochester, what do you think?" The painter suddenly turned his head and asked in a questioning manner.

Only then did Bosha see his face clearly.

Different from when we first met, he looked inexplicably depressed at this time, his eyes were a little wandering, as if his mind had flown to an unknown place.

"William Dent?" Bo Sha thought of this neighbor she met by chance.

William didn't wait for her answer, and looked down at his painting again, frowning.

He looked a little strange, as if he was in a bad mood and not very polite.

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