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

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As soon as Bo Sha walked out the door, she heard a painful sound coming from the room.

She paused, then quickened her pace, quickly entered the studio, and closed the door tightly.

When she picked up the paintbrush, her hands trembled badly, she could hardly move the brush, and her rush of destruction almost made her collapse.

Rochester's fierce words made "Bosha" agitated, rampaging in her body, as if she wanted to confront him face to face.

Who is the heart of stone?Who wants to die together?

No one has more right to speak than "Bo Sha".

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"You are wrong, Bosha, Rochester is wrong, but you are even more wrong." The calm voice inside said.

"What's wrong with me?" asked another frantic voice.

"You are wrong. You could have chosen to stay in Jamaica and live with your younger brother. But you came to England with Rochester, willing to be a prisoner. You were so wrong." The calm voice replied.

"But I love him and don't want to leave him." The crazy voice lowered.

"You know that he doesn't love you anymore, what's the use of following him? It will only destroy yourself and him." The calm voice said cruelly.

"No, I'm right, I'm right, am I wrong..." the crazy voice said to itself.

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Bo Sha took a deep breath and finally calmed down her body.

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She picked up the brush again and drew a familiar outline on it.

A figure hidden deep in her heart.

The day passed quickly, and Rochester's physique was very good. At night, he recovered a little, and his face was not so pale.

When visiting him as usual, Bosha didn't have that violent desire this time, maybe that's why he didn't look so pitiful.

Although his body was improving, his expression became more painful, and it seemed that he was suffering and hating deeply.

When he saw her coming in, he just stared at her. Those black eyes were like a faint black hole, absorbing all the light, which was a little scary.

Bo Sha glanced at him and frowned.

But because "Bosha" didn't have an attack, the long-lost conscience returned to her body, and Bosha realized belatedly that what she said this afternoon seemed a little too much.

At least, she can wait for him to recover before saying those words.

She looked up at him again, just in time to meet those deep eyes, her eyes met each other, her eyes wandered for a moment.

She cleared her throat and said uncomfortably, "Don't think too much, just have a good rest."

A trace of doubt flashed in Rochester's eyes, but he still looked at her and remained silent.

"What I said in the afternoon wasn't true." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "I...I'm in a bad mood, and I said it too aggressively."

Even if he doesn't like him, it's not enough to hate him, let alone he was seriously injured.

It's just that she was too uncomfortable at the time, and with anger, she was a little out of choice.

Seeing his eyes light up again, looking at her quietly, Bo Sha looked away in embarrassment.

She seemed like she shouldn't have said that, she didn't like him in the first place, and shouldn't have given him hope.

The room was extremely quiet, and Rochester's gaze made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, and her days felt like years.

When she returned to the bedroom, Bo Sha sighed, she didn't know if it was because of her "going crazy" body at any time, or Rochester's misfortune.

I just hope that the days to come will be calmer and that she can complete the task smoothly.

When the early spring sun came over Thornfield again, Rochester woke up from his lethargy.

Not long after breakfast, a light and lively piano sound came from downstairs, flowing into the dry heart like a clear stream.

Hearing the music, he couldn't help imagining Bo Sha's appearance at the moment.

She must be playing with an intoxicated expression, her honey brown eyes are in a blurred posture, and there is a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she is talking to an angel.

He thought about it, and couldn't help smiling.

After a while, he rang the bell and asked his servants to carry him down.

John struggled a little, wondering if he should be moved, and didn't carry out the order right away.

"John, I'm much better. The doctor said that I should maintain a good mood. Now, carrying me downstairs is to make me feel good. Hurry up and execute the order." Rochester frowned slightly, urging the servant to act quickly.

After all, John couldn't convince the master, so he could only call a few more servants, and put the master on the recliner and move him down.

The lively melody lingered in the building, and Rochester kept his eyes on the direction of the first floor.

But when he walked to the corridor on the first floor, he suddenly made a sound.

He whispered: "Don't interrupt her, put me down."

The servant was surprised by his order, but put him beside the fireplace anyway.

John hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Master, why don't you go in? Madam will be very happy for your arrival."

Rochester glanced at him distractedly, and found that his expression was indeed very sincere, and he was not mocking his master.

That is to say, John, and perhaps the other servants, thought he and Betha were a loving couple.

Rochester had to admire Bosha's successful cover-up, but for a moment he couldn't figure out the reason for her doing so.

If she was worried about locking her up at first, now she doesn't have to worry at all.

How could he be willing to lock her up?

Bosha didn't know that Rochester was nearby, otherwise she could have answered the question.

She did not believe in Rochester's character, and her body was not as calm as it appeared on the surface. Once she lost control of her body, it was hard to say that she would not end up in the same fate as "Bo Sha".

Therefore, she can only win more chips for herself.

A wife who loves her husband deeply is always admirable, and when she is mad, she is even more sympathetic.

Public opinion and people's hearts are things that a gentleman must be wary of. Rochester dared not go against public opinion, that would be his own death.

After all, such a calculation is not in line with her heart. At this time, she misses Phantom even more.

If he is by her side, no matter how crazy she is, she will never have to worry about being abandoned or imprisoned.

How can Rochester compare with him?

His appearance did not conform to her aesthetics, his character and talent were not bright, and his soul was pitifully mediocre.

The only saving grace, perhaps tenacity?

Of course, tenacity can sometimes be said to be dead-headed.

A burst of crisp applause broke Bo Sha's trance.

She followed the sound and saw Rochester lying by the fireplace in the corridor, clapping his hands and watching her closely with those eyes.

"Edward, why are you here?" Bertha immediately entered the role of Mrs. Rochester, walked over quickly, and looked at him with disapproval.

"Bo Sha, I feel dizzy from sleep, and I want to listen to your music to make me feel better." Seeing that she was really covering up in front of outsiders, Rochester also cooperated with her performance.

Bosha was interrupted to miss the phantom, and she was a little disgusted with his arrival, her smile was a little stiff: "Okay, but you can't be tired, you have to go to rest after listening to another song."

Rochester looked at her, paused, and answered in a low voice.

Next, Rochester was moved to the piano, Bosha sat on the piano bench again, and played a piece absent-mindedly.

"Bosha, your piano sound is intoxicating." Rochester, as always, praised him sincerely.

It's a pity that Bosha didn't think she played very well, because she just played the piece casually, so she felt a little bit ache about his flattery.

"You should go to rest, Edward." Bosha coaxed helplessly, but the smile remained on the surface.

"I'll just lie here, Bosha, don't let me stay in the room alone." Rochester's low voice almost begged, Bosha couldn't refuse at all.

But what can they do together?

No matter what she did, his eyes always followed her everywhere, and his focused eyes made her upset, and then bored.

She walked around in the lounge, then stopped and said with a smile, "Edward, I don't want to play the piano, I want to read a book, shall we?"

When reading a book, I can't always look at her at the same time, which makes her upset.

"But I'm injured and can't read, Bosha." He knew what she was thinking, and he smiled wryly.

Sometimes, he really wished that he was stupid so that he could enjoy her hypocrisy and be intoxicated by it.

Hearing what he said, Bo Sha was not stumped, as if she had already thought of a way.

She glanced at him, her eyes fluttering, and then she walked to the door and called, "Leah, Leah."

Liya came over immediately, waiting for the hostess's order.

"Lia, I remember you can read, read this book to your master." Bosha gave her a travel book, sat down at the desk next to her, and picked up a book to read.

Leah received this task, and earnestly carried out the order, reading the content word by word, but Rochester didn't listen at all.

His eyes followed Bosha, seeing that she was very focused on the book, not knowing where she had read, he suddenly smiled.

That smile is like the warm sun in spring, and like a rose in April, it is extremely charming.

He looked at it, his eyes were a little blurred, and he murmured unconsciously: "Bosha."

"What did you say, master?" Liya didn't hear clearly, so she stopped and asked.

Rochester came back to his senses immediately, glanced at Leah impatiently, and told her to leave.

Liya didn't dare to disobey him, and immediately put the book back where it was, hesitating where to go.

Then I heard the master calling anxiously: "Bosha, where is Bosha?"

Liya turned around immediately, but saw that the master was anxious and was about to get up, so she hurried over to support him.

"Master, do you have any orders?" Leah asked quickly, a little frightened by his expression.

"Where's Madam?" Rochester looked around the room, but found nothing.

Leah followed suit and found that Madam really disappeared at some point.

At this time, John heard the movement, walked in immediately, heard the master's question, and answered honestly: "Master, the lady must be in the room. I have been guarding outside, and I didn't see her go out."

"Where is it?" Hearing this answer, Rochester looked around the room again.

The lounge was large, and there was a reading area inside, which was blocked by tall bookshelves at the moment, and Rochester immediately looked there.

Seeing that the master was about to walk, John immediately supported him: "Master, slow down, you can't walk by yourself."

At this time, Rochester's face was a little pale, and he felt dizzy belatedly. He was forced to pause and ordered: "Listen, John, move me over here."

John immediately helped him back to the chair, poured him a glass of water, and then persuaded him: "Master, you can't keep moving, let me go and invite Madam out?"

Rochester took a deep breath, felt the pain in his head, waved his hand immediately, and said in a low voice: "No need, she hasn't come out yet, she should be too serious, she didn't hear the sound outside, she should be drawing. "

John nodded immediately. Madam was really serious when she was painting, and would ignore the movement of the outside world.

Rochester lay down again for a while, feeling better.

He looked at the reading area again, hesitated for a moment, and said to John: "Go and see, Madam, have you finished painting?"

John immediately agreed, and then came back quickly with a strange expression on his face.

Rochester frowned at him and asked, "Is the painting finished?"

"Master, I saw from afar that Madam is almost finished painting." John said in a low voice, not daring to look directly at the master.

"Yes." Rochester agreed, then glanced at him again, and asked in a low voice, "Can you see what the painting is?"

John raised his head immediately, then quickly lowered his head, denying, "No, master."

John was not very good at lying, Rochester immediately knew what he was hiding, and asked forcefully, "What did you see?"

Rochester was very dignified in front of his servants, and John dared not defy him.

"It's a portrait of a man, master." John muttered with a strange expression.

The air in the room was suffocating for a moment, Rochester's face was stiff, and he looked at John like a sharp sword: "Did you see clearly?"

John swallowed, and said in a low voice, "I didn't see the face clearly, but I can see it's a man."

John's expression didn't look like he didn't see the face, and Rochester immediately understood that the man in the painting was definitely not himself.

I also want to know that with Bosha's attitude towards him, it is impossible to use him to paint.

If not him, who could it be?

He remembered something almost immediately, his brows were furrowed, and his face was pale.

"William Dent?" He stared at the servant fiercely, like a hungry wolf whose territory had been violated.

John was frightened by him, and stammered: "No, not necessarily, that man is wearing a mask, so he can't see clearly."

With a mask?

Rochester was a little surprised, and asked again: "Where are the eyes? Are they blue?"

William Dent's eyes were blue.

John stammered even more: "This, I really didn't see clearly. I didn't dare to disturb Madam, I didn't get too close."

"Then what did you see?" Rochester became impatient. Since the servant knew it wasn't him, he must have seen something.

"I... didn't see it clearly, master, it should be a stranger." John couldn't describe that feeling, he only felt that the man in the painting was scary.

Rochester was about to be pissed off by the servant, he said he didn't see clearly, and at the same time he said a stranger, speaking incoherently and illogically.

But people in this era are like this. The servants have never read a book, their intelligence is average, and their logic is confused.

He had no choice but to give up asking, looked at the bookshelf, and wanted to see the painting himself.

But before he had time to get up, the servant suddenly came to announce that William Dent was visiting.

Rochester immediately frowned and sat back, frowning to let him in.

William Dent came in quickly. He seemed in a hurry. After a brief greeting, he asked straight to the point: "Is Bo Sha there? I have something to say to her."

"Mrs. Rochester is very busy. I'm afraid I don't have time to see guests, Mr. Dent." Rochester lay on his side with a cold expression.

William glanced at him, feeling his usual hostility, and ignored it.

He looked left and right, and said with a smile: "Mr. Rochester, Bosha's paintings are brilliant in the exhibition, has she told you about this?"

Rochester gritted his teeth and said, "Unfortunately, no."

It turned out that this was the art exhibition. Bosha went out suddenly that day and left him at home alone.

"Didn't she say it?" William was surprised, but a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at the door again, "I came here this time to tell her about it, because I have to go to London temporarily and want to Say goodbye to her."

"Goodbye?"

Bo Sha's voice sounded from behind.

Bosha finished the portrait initially and was about to paint it carefully, but found that the paint was not enough.

Only then did she feel a little tired, so she planned to take a rest.

When he came out, he just heard William's voice.

"Farewell? Are you leaving here?" Bosha sat down on the sofa and looked across in doubt.

After Rochester got out of her, he stopped talking and observed her secretly.

He clearly felt that when she came out, she was in a good mood.Thinking of the unknown man she drew, her eyes suddenly darkened.

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