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

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Colonel Dent looked at the Rochesters with some embarrassment, and explained: "William is obsessed with painting, and according to him, he has recently encountered a bottleneck, so he is a little emotionally disturbed, and it is not intentional to neglect."

Mary also said: "Yes, when William is not painting, he is still a gentleman. I hope you don't mind."

At this time, Rochester asked thoughtfully: "William is your brother? I heard that there is a Kent nearby who is very famous in the oil painting circle. Is that him?"

Mr. Kent immediately nodded and said yes, hesitating to interrupt his brother's train of thought.

"Let's not disturb him, I think he will find the key points soon, and his painting skills will improve." Bo Sha immediately stopped him.

Mr. Kent stopped immediately and looked back at her, as if he was a little puzzled.

Rochester also looked at her thoughtfully.

"I see, I see!" William Kent suddenly yelled and stood up, almost falling off the hillside because he got up so fast.

Mr. Kent immediately grabbed him and asked in surprise, "What do you understand?"

William's face was still flushed with excitement, he looked around, and his eyes stopped on Bo Sha.

"Mrs. Rochester, I heard what you said just now, may I hear your opinion?"

William's gaze is very direct, overly focused with residual agitation.

Rochester frowned, as if he took a step forward unintentionally, blocking his sight.

Bo Sha glanced at him, her eyes flashed, and she smiled and said to William: "Of course, you can see the conflict between the two techniques in your painting. Presumably the painter is exploring a new painting method."

William immediately asked: "Then what do you think of this new painting method?"

His eyes were blue and now glistened in the sunlight.When asking questions, there is a childlike thirst for knowledge, combined with a handsome face, forming a unique charm.

Innocently sexy.

Bo Sha sighed in her heart, and said in her mouth: "Each painting method has its advantages and disadvantages, but I feel that this new painting method has a wider range of applications and a stronger control over the picture."

William's eyes became brighter, he looked at Bosha, and wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Rochester.

Rochester was smiling, but the corners of his mouth were a little stiff. He slightly increased his volume and said to everyone: "Okay, my friends, the mountain wind is too cold. Compared to here, a warm fireplace is more suitable for us. We Let's go back first."

Then he turned his head to Bosha and raised his arms: "Bosha, hold my hand, and I will take you down the mountain."

Bo Sha looked at Rochester, seeing that he was looking at several other people intentionally or unintentionally, she knew that he was using them to threaten herself.

She didn't want her avatar to collapse, so she could only bear with it, and gently took that thick arm.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, she found a trace of a smile in Rochester's eyes, she gritted her teeth, feeling very depressed.

At this time, William Dent was behind them, and the Dents walked at the back, talking about the nearby scenery from time to time.

Rochester followed suit. He looked at Thornfield not far away, and said courteously: "Bosha, when spring comes, Thornfield will not be what it is now. It will be full of wild roses, and the stream will also change. It's very lively and very pleasing."

Bosha was in a bad mood, so naturally she wouldn't cooperate with him. She smiled perfunctorily and replied, "That's good."

Rochester looked at her sideways, his eyes became darker in the light and shadow.

He seemed to think of something, and quickly started another topic, and said in a low voice: "Bosha, how about we go to admire Da Vinci's masterpiece after they leave? I think the studio has also been furnished, and we can Appreciate it there."

When mentioning the painting, Bo Sha glanced at him and said nothing.

William Dent was walking between the two couples, but he didn't seem to realize his embarrassment, his eyes lingered on the surrounding scenery, very focused.

At this moment, he overheard the conversation between the Rochesters and his wife, and his eyes immediately brightened.

He quickly walked to their side and asked, "Mr. Rochester, I'm sorry to overhear your conversation. But what you just said about Da Vinci's paintings, is that true?"

He didn't notice that Rochester had already frowned, eagerly waiting for an answer.

Bosha looked at Rochester, then at William Dent, rolled her eyes, and smiled: "Yes, William, Mr. Rochester is inviting me to appreciate this painting, why don't you come together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rochester frowned even tighter.

He looked at Bosha, saw a smug smile on the corner of her mouth, and a trace of helplessness in her eyes, and then looked at William Dent, hoping that he would be more sensible.

However, William Dent could not see anything other than the paintings at this time, so the development of things was naturally the opposite of what Rochester expected.

So, 10 minutes later, a group of people came to the studio on the second floor.

As Rochester described, this place is facing the woods and creek not far away. Opening the windows is an excellent oil painting.

But at this time, no one was in the mood to look at these. They stood in front of one of the paintings, admiring the works of Leonardo da Vinci, the master of the painting world.

"This is... Da Vinci's work, a girl?" Mr. Dent was a little puzzled. He looked around, hoping to get some hints.

Mr. Dent is also a gentleman with high cultural literacy, but he has never heard that Da Vinci has such a work, and the style of the painting is rough, and there is really no trace of Da Vinci.

Like her husband, Mrs. Dent was also a little puzzled, and then looked at other people.

Rochester looked at the two guests, saw Bosha looking at the painting intently, and explained: "This is an early work by Leonardo da Vinci, which was obtained by our ancestors in Florence, and it has been 100 years."

"In that case, it should be true." Mr. Dent nodded immediately, and looked at the painting again.

"That's not necessarily true." William Dent frowned. "The girl's face in this painting is so clumsy, it looks like a child's graffiti. How could it be Da Vinci's work?"

Mr. Dent immediately looked at his younger brother, and then at Rochester. Before he could speak, Rochester frowned.

He only heard him retort: ​​"But this is indeed Da Vinci's work. This is a wedding portrait painted by Da Vinci for a young girl. Although the painting technique is a bit rough, it is still a good painting."

"A good painting?" William immediately questioned, "If this is considered a good painting, then there are too many good paintings in the world."

Rochester still wanted to defend, but he heard Bosha beside him say: "It cannot be ruled out that this is Da Vinci's work."

Her voice was not loud, as if she was talking to herself, but she managed to attract everyone's attention.

William Dent suddenly wondered: "Why do you say that?"

Rochester was feeling annoyed at first, because William Dent questioned the family heirloom, not only insulting himself, but also making fun of the Rochester family.

But he couldn't refute William's doubts, so he was even more embarrassed.Seeing that Bo Sha had something to say at this moment, her eyes lit up and she looked at her expectantly.

Bo Sha glanced at them, pointed to the painting wrapped in tarpaulin, and explained: "Look, that girl's chest, that piece of tulle."

Everyone immediately looked at the tulle in the painting and fell into deep thought.

"In this way, it may indeed be the work of Leonardo da Vinci." William Dent was the first to react, and he moved closer, his eyes fixed on the small piece.

"What's going on, Bosha?" Mrs. Dent was a little puzzled.

Rochester originally wanted to ask, but seeing William react, he was at a loss, and out of an inexplicable sense of self-esteem, he didn't ask.

Seeing Mrs. Dent's question at this time, she immediately pricked up her ears, looked at Bosha intently, and waited for her point of view.

Under the curious eyes of everyone, Bo Sha said slowly: "Look at the tulle on this girl's chest. Such a thin layer has been handled extremely skillfully by the painter, and the use of shadows is extraordinary."

"So, this is indeed Leonardo's work?" Mary asked.

"It's not necessarily true, but what is certain is that this is an outstanding work. The artist's use of shadows is no worse than Da Vinci's." Looking at the painting, Bo Sha felt much better.

"So, this is indeed a good painting." Rochester said in time, and he glanced at William secretly, "Bosha, you still have vision."

It's a pity that he winked at the blind man.

William Dent didn't notice his gaze at all, his attention was completely on the painting and Bosha.

After William finished watching the painting, he immediately turned his head to look at Bosha, his eyes were extremely focused, as if he was in another peerless painting, with a hint of fanaticism in his love.

"Mrs. Rochester, I wonder if I have the honor to be your friend?" William's eyes were very gentle, as if he had become the gentleman he was when we first met again.

This remark was beyond Mr. Dent's expectation.

Because William usually looks gentle, but he has never been close to any lady.

And he quickly noticed Mr. Rochester's expression. At that moment, he looked at William as if he was about to shoot a knife out of his eyes.Mr. Dent doubted his own judgment for the first time, because although William's request was abrupt, it was not offensive.

Fortunately, Mr. Rochester quickly looked away and looked at Mrs. Rochester again. He quickly regarded what happened just now as an illusion.

Bo Sha immediately noticed Rochester's eyes.

Similar to the anticipation in William Dent's eyes, those black eyes looked at her intently, with a hint of cryptic pleading.

He didn't want her to get too close to William.

Bo Sha immediately realized this, and immediately guessed his mind.

She didn't expect that Rochester was so jealous.

But this is just right, it can make him realize the reality earlier.It is impossible for her to like him and really be his wife.

So she looked away from Rochester's face, and smiled happily at William: "It's my honor, Mr. Dent."

William Dent smiled immediately: "Call me William, may I call you Bosha?"

Bo Sha glanced at William Dent in surprise, she didn't expect him to be so good at it.

Under Rochester's gloomy gaze, she smiled and said, "William, of course, my friend."

"Bo Sha, you must be very good at drawing, can you show me your paintings?" William asked again.

"Okay, but it won't work until after I've finished it. The previous paintings are not here." Bosha seemed not to see Rochester's gloomy face, and looked at William with a smile.

She discussed the techniques and techniques of painting with William again, as if they hit it off right away, leaving everyone else behind.

At this time, Mr. Dent suddenly said: "William, I think it's getting late, we should go back, and visit our friends next time?"

Mr. Dent could no longer deceive himself, the look in Rochester's eyes was not his illusion, but real.

When William and Mrs. Rochester had an intimate conversation, Rochester's expression was very cold.

Those dark eyes stared at William from time to time, and they were definitely not friendly.

William still wanted to have a chat with Bo Sha, but when he heard his brother urging him, he felt that he was a little strange.

She glanced at him suspiciously, followed his line of sight to Rochester, and frowned.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, felt the other's subtle hostility, and quickly moved away.

William turned his head to face Bosha, his eyes changed again: "Bosha, then I will visit again tomorrow and leave."

Watching the Dent family's carriage go away, Bo Sha turned and entered the hall, about to go upstairs alone.

Rochester stopped immediately: "Bo Sha, it's time for dinner soon, why don't you stay downstairs for a while?"

Bo Sha paused, leaned on the railing of the stairs and turned her head, looking down at the black figure standing at the stairs.

"No, I'm a little tired, and I'm having dinner in the bedroom." Her eyes were a little careless, and she didn't have the enthusiasm of talking with the guests just now.

After she finished speaking, she continued upstairs and quickly disappeared into the corridor.

The light at the stairs was very weak, Rochester's face was hidden in the shadows, and he looked at the empty corridor for a long time.

The next day many gentlemen came to visit one after another, and Rochester was busy receiving them in the study.

Bo Sha was in the studio and could hear different tones coming from downstairs. She went downstairs inadvertently and continued to paint the unfinished painting yesterday.

At ten o'clock in the morning, William Dent really came to visit again.

Bosha asked the servant to take him to the studio, and at his plea, showed the sketch he had just completed.

"Bosha, you are a genius..." William's tone of praise was very gorgeous, and he looked at her with sparkling blue eyes, very focused.

Under this look, Bo Sha almost had the illusion that she was William's deep love.

She looked away, lowered her eyes and smiled, "I've only just started, and there's still a long way to go."

William didn't speak for a while, Bo Sha felt his eyes rest on her face for a while, as if thinking.

Then he chuckled lightly, his voice lowered: "That's right, we all have a long way to go, why don't we go together?"

Bo Sha felt that his voice seemed to be in her ear, and immediately turned her head, only to realize that it was not an illusion, he didn't know when it was very close to her.

She smelled the perfume on his body, which was similar to the smell of lily and cedar, a bit deserted, not the same as his gentle expression.

His breath is close at hand, and those blue eyes, at the moment, seem a little too blue, as if they are as shallow as a stream, and as quiet as an ocean.

Bosha was stunned for a moment.

She looked carefully, but only saw his gentle smile with a trace of focused eyes.

She took two steps forward seemingly unintentionally, put aside the almost ambiguous feeling just now, looked out the window and said, "Why don't we draw a picture together, just draw the stream outside."

"Okay." William looked at her back and agreed immediately.

Bo Sha glanced back at him, then went to get some drawing paper and laid it out. At the same time, William laid out the same one next to him.

"So, it's started?" He glanced at Bosha with a smile, then lowered his head.

At that moment, his expression changed immediately, his smile disappeared like a bubble, and he became very devoted.

Bo Sha glanced at him, smiled thoughtfully, lowered her head, and began to draw a draft on paper.

When Rochester finished delivering the last guest, he only learned the news of William Dent's visit from the butler. It has been a long time since then.

He immediately sank his face and hurried to the studio.

Under the bright sunshine, the lavender curtains were wide open, and the breeze brought the slightly cold air outside the window.

But the two people in the studio seemed to have never heard of it. They looked at the scenery outside the window very intently, and looked at the drawing paper in their hands with the same intent eyes.

They didn't talk, and the distance couldn't be called close, but there was a tacit understanding that no one else could penetrate.

An enviable rapport.

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感谢在2020-09-1116:05:59~2020-09-1217:17:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 forest on both sides of the first world;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of two forests in one life;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!