beauty and money

"Oh, actually, the legend is a lie. You won't die if you jump from here." Benest sighed softly.

Mary suddenly thought of something, and she wanted to turn around, but Benest held her shoulder firmly and put his head on her shoulder. Amidst a long sigh, she heard the sound of wind chimes.Not the woodland behind him, but the waists of the people around him.

"Let's hang the bell together," Benest said.

"it is good."

The two walked back from the raised rock, and Benest found a branch and said, "We have to hang it together." He took her hand and took a pair of small bell.

Mary blushed and let Benest hold her. The white and slender hands formed a stark contrast with the thin and withered hands. Mary wanted to retract her ugly fingers, but Benest held her firmly .

Argyle came out of his mouth. This primitive language needs to press the throat, so it sounds like a murmur, or a small speech in the forest. Perhaps when this land was still speaking Aryan, this The grunt was there, like a spell.

They hung the bells on the branches, and Benest laughed and said, "There are still wild flowers in the forest now, don't you want to pick some?"

Mary took his cue, nodded, and went elsewhere.

After Mary left, Benest ripped off a pair of bells from another branch, which were covered with rust and lost their sound.He pinched them in the palm of his hand, pressed out the marks, then walked to the edge of the rock, and with a light throw, the bell fell into the canyon. He watched the bell fall and then fell into the barrier lake, tightly It was a ripple.

Mary found no words in the forest, only the thorns were alive in December.On the way back to town he felt that Benest seemed to be relieved, and he told her some jokes before laughing himself first.It's not really funny, but he just seems to want to laugh indulgently, laughing to tears.

After returning home, the fire in the stove had not been extinguished, and a little red light was burning slowly.Mary added wood to bring more warmth to the room.She counted the days, only to realize that the days passed too quickly, and it turned out that the snow here represented Christmas.

It was only two days before Christmas Eve, and they seemed to have forgotten the time when they lived here.She hasn't prepared a gift for Benest yet, maybe it can only be the hat.

On Christmas Eve the tenants came again with baked apples and some bacon from Benest.On Christmas Eve, candles are traditionally lit, and then gifts are given to each other under the Christmas tree.

So this morning Benest took the axe, chose a similar pine tree, chopped it down and dragged it into the house, where Mary took out some beautiful ornaments and hung them, among them the Darcys. A pair of small turtledoves hanging on it at this time is just right.

They lit tallow candles they bought from the grocery store. This kind of candle has the aroma of tallow, and it is brighter than paraffin, and relatively, it burns faster.Pure white candles brought light to the room. Mary and Benest worked together to cook a table of rich dishes. Of course, Mary was only responsible for washing and watching the dishes. The craftsmanship of the sisters in their class was not satisfactory, so Collins Mrs. Bennet was so excited when she asked which cousin made a table of dishes.

There was a whole bacon leg on the table, along with mashed potatoes, hummus, white bread, chop suey and some gingerbread men.Don't think about the turkey dinner, because they have nothing now, and the livestock will have to be bought next spring, yes, until they get back to Longbourne.

"Eat more, you are too thin." Benest cut the bacon and handed it to Mary, but Mary only ate two bites, her appetite was always very small, like a bird.

"Didn't you think I was too fat before, and you were afraid that you wouldn't be able to climb up with my back?" Mary teased.

"But I will get used to carrying you up sooner or later." Benest said, it is really difficult to climb up with a person on your back. Back then, Grace could climb up by herself, and she was very flexible.Thinking of Grace, he felt sad again, so he simply abandoned her and waited for his Christmas gift wholeheartedly.

Although he knew that it was an ugly hat, he wanted another gift, but he was disappointed in the result. It was better to hope that the dog would come up the tree sooner than to hope that Mary would be enlightened.

So when it was close to midnight, the two of them stood under the mistletoe and kissed each other. It was different from the feeling of being on fire before. This kiss was gentle and sweet, like the fragrance of honey and flowers.

This is the first time Mary hasn't been home for Christmas and she misses her sisters, is this what it's like to be married?It's really lonely.

"This is my Christmas present to you, and I chose it carefully!" After the kiss, the corners of Benest's eyes seemed to be a little moist, shining under the candlelight, as if there were stars in them.

Originally, the Christmas presents would be unwrapped during the day, but there were only the two of them in this place, so they knew exactly what gifts were there, so they gave each other Christmas presents directly under the Christmas tree.

Mary took the gift and unpacked it, and found that it was a beautiful hair clip, a hair clip in the shape of a butterfly, made of tortoise shell and silver, inlaid with finely divided emeralds.She felt for a moment that perhaps Benest's gift was the same as her own, except that it was prettier than the hat she bought.

"Let me put it on for you." Benest didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his hairpin at all. He picked up the small butterfly-shaped hairpin and put it gently on Mary's bun. There seemed to be a green butterfly on the hair, trembling slightly, it was indeed much more beautiful.

Mary shyly took out the little green hat and put it on for Benest herself. The other person's face was really handsome, even though the hat was ugly, it looked so good on his head.

The floppy brim of the hat hid his forehead, revealing a pair of beautiful green eyes, and some red hair peeked out from under the brim.Benest breathed uncomfortably, blew up the limp brim of the hat and said, "I can wear this hat in winter, when I'm fishing or doing farm work. It's pretty good." After finishing speaking, he said I pushed the hat with my hand and it fit.

"Well, it's just right. I also like the hairpin you gave me." Mary laughed, and Benest secretly kissed the butterfly hairpin on her hair while she was laughing.

"The emerald here symbolizes eternal happiness, and I really hope that we will also obtain eternal happiness." Benest's eyes sparkled, excitedly waiting for the time for the two to sleep.

But nothing happened, the gift he was looking forward to did not exist, Mary lay down with him habitually, but would soon fall asleep, he was furious all by himself, but he had no choice but to let her get used to it, otherwise happiness would not be Know when it will come.

After Christmas Eve passed, it was Christmas. On this day, the sky was always gloomy, with small snowflakes drifting slowly. After adding feed to the horses in the stable, Benest swept the snow in the courtyard, He took her and built a snowman in the yard together.

The two spent every day carefree like children. When Mary was packing the tableware in the evening, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and her mind was full of strange thoughts, and then many stories floated into her mind. Looking at the beauty of the sunset, she took out the paper, dipped it in ink, and threw the tableware on the table.The golden sunset sets everything in gold and covers it with red gauze.

The first drop of ink dripped on the white paper, and she wrote 'Away from the Madding Crowd'.

Benest couldn't wait for his wife for a long time, so he went downstairs curiously, and found that Mary was writing on the dining table, and there were several written and sketched manuscripts beside him. Mary was not disturbed, he saw her serious writing and didn't want to disturb her, but he was attracted by the words on the paper.

Benest's cultural level is not very good, and he still knew how to read in a boys' high school in London. Later, he worked hard on handwriting so that he could write elegant and beautiful love letters.He couldn't understand things that were too profound, but the words on it were simple and interesting, so he began to read them unknowingly.

When he finished it and wanted to read it again, he found that it was gone, and Mary was still writing.The speed slowed down, he sighed helplessly, picked up the tableware beside him and went to the well to wash it alone.

The well water was still cold, and he felt a little stupid when he saw Mary boiling water on the stove after washing.

In such a carefree environment, they seldom go out in winter, and the long winter passed quietly. One morning, the chirping birds were noisy, as if announcing the arrival of spring, and the whole wasteland seemed to come alive, trickling The stream flows slowly, and the cute green is gradually disseminated.

In a blink of an eye, it is the end of February, and some anxious wildflowers have already opened.Both Benest and Mary have noticed that spring is here, and it is time for them to go to London.

After they drove the carriage to the town, they were going to take the mail coach back to London.Only then did Mary learn how many letters she had.

They were from De Bauer, Georgiana, Lefroy, and Mr. Bennet. She and Mr. Benest got into the carriage before they had time to open the letters and read them one by one.

De Bauer's letter was full of surprise and longing. She wrote a total of three letters, writing about some things about herself these days, as well as the quarrel with Mrs. De Bourde, and round after round of dances. Crazy to hear she'll be back in London in the spring and she can't wait to see her.

Georgiana expressed surprise. Her letter was short and sloppy, but she thanked her and said nothing else.

Lefroy said that after he left, there was a serial killer case in Oxford. The real murderer turned out to be a student. He thought she knew him. After mentioning that person, Mary couldn't help trembling. Too much.

"What's the matter with you, honey?" Benest asked.

"Nothing, I might see some people when we get back to London."

"Is it a man?" Benest immediately asked alertly.

"Of course not. It's my friend, Miss de Bourgh."

"Oh, that Rosings rich girl!"

"Have you added her?" Mary asked curiously.

"No, I'm not qualified to be invited. I just want to attend their ball. There are many famous people in it. You know that I used to cast a wide range of nets..." Benest's shameless declaration almost made Mary vomit blood .

"Well, maybe you will be qualified in the future. In fact, Mrs. de Bourgh is our relative, although she really doesn't want to admit it." Mary shook her head and put away the letter, hoping that Mrs. de Bourgh would not faint directly, She has another poor relative.