[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

The Delaford House in Dorset is built on high ground, and the red three-storey building has a strong rural style.Different from Whitwell's beauty, perhaps because its owner was from the military, Delaford's building is very dignified.

Casablanca lived in the guest room on the second floor. The housekeeper was very dedicated. Not only did the room clean up, but he also chose a room with a warmer color, suitable for girls.

When he got to his place, Brandon arranged for Mrs. Martha to take care of Casablanca.The previous maid belonged to Whitwell and had not been brought here.

"You take a rest, this place is near the sea, we can go and see tomorrow when the weather is fine." After not returning to Delaford for a while, Brandon came to Casablanca after dealing with the business for a while, "Do you still like the room? Just tell Mrs. Martha if there is anything missing."

Casablanca shook his head and said sincerely, "This place is very good, there is nothing missing."

During this period of getting along, Brandon also knew about it, and he didn't force it. He only privately told Mrs. Martha to be careful.

It's a pity that the weather is beautiful. Since the evening, it has been raining heavily outside, and it has been raining for several days. Let alone looking at the sea, you can step on the mud even when you go out.

It wasn't long before Casablanca's condition recovered. Naturally, it was impossible to go out in this kind of weather. She could only stay in the house and find something to pass the time.Fortunately, Brandon has no business to deal with these days. After walking around the mansion with her, the two of them either read a book or chatted separately, and they were not bored.Brandon joined the army when he was less than 20 years old. He earned his military service through life and death. He has been to many places and has a lot of experience. When he really tells a story, although the tone is flat, the content is novel and interesting, which arouses Casablanca's interest. .

"When I was a child, I thought about going to various parts of the world and experiencing the novelty of the world. The experience you mentioned is really wonderful. I really envy you. I can go and see for myself." Too much, although Casablanca regretted it, but never thought of rebelling in the past.

"In fact, there are many places with outstanding scenery in the UK, such as the Studland Bay here and the Ocombe Rock Group in Devon, which are very famous. You can go and see this time." Brandon obviously also Knowing the situation, although he has no power to change this, he has put forward a new idea, "Actually, there are quite a few ladies going to Paris, aren't there?"

"That's right." Casablanca showed two dimples, obviously also happy, "I stayed with my sister's fiancé for a few days this time. He lives in Pemberley Manor in Derbyshire. The scenery is really nice, and Whitway You are on par, but unfortunately I left in a hurry and haven't had time to take a closer look."

"The owner's surname is Darcy?" Brandon heard about Casablanca for the first time, and after thinking for a while, he pulled out this person from his memory. It's all his, quite rich."

"Yes, he looks very serious and unsmiling." Casablanca recalled the short few days of getting along and commented, "but he is indeed a pretty good person."

"If it's him, you can rest assured. The Darcy family's connections should be able to protect your sister. I'll send you back after I inquire and confirm that the road is safe." Brandon breathed a sigh of relief for her. , with such a powerful person protecting her, the situation of the Miss White family will be much better, "Now, you can treat me as your guardian and enjoy the rare vacation."

Brandon's words largely calmed Casablanca's mood, and she couldn't help showing a sense of relief on her face.

After a few days of continuous heavy rain, the weather suddenly turned cold, and it felt like winter had arrived overnight, which caught people off guard.

The house is okay, the firewood is burned in the room, and it is very warm.But when you go outside, you need to add an extra piece of clothing.

The previously ordered clothes were delivered after the rain stopped.Wrapped in a thick cloak, Casablanca sat sideways on the horse, led by Colonel Brandon, and went to see the sea that he had not seen for a long time.

The wind by the sea was stronger and colder, and it was like a knife cutting on the face.The turbulent sea water slapped fiercely on the reef, and there were waves of waves.Casablanca, who was blown by the whistling wind, almost retracted her head into her cloak, looked at Brandon and thought it was fun and funny: "When it's warmer in spring, you can still pick up shells here. In autumn, you can also catch small crabs." .Okay, see you're cold, let's go back." He led the horse for nearly an hour, and left after only looking at it for a while, but Brandon didn't feel sorry at all.Well, he just figured it out, yo cat?

For a few days, Brandon took Casablanca around half of Dorset County, taking her to see various customs and customs, and at the same time tasted the flavor of the farmhouse.Both men agreed, however, that British food was equally boring.

"Now I finally understand why so many noble children were sent to join the army!" Casablanca said with emotion after the visit.

"Oh?" Colonel Brandon expressed his curiosity while gesturing for the maid to put the freshly served French escargot in front of Casablanca.

"If this doesn't offend you." Casablanca's cat pupils lit up instantly when she saw fat, white and tender snails, just like a cat seeing a fish.Brandon thought: "Of course not."

Without hesitation, he forked a snail and put it in his mouth. The deliciousness of the snail and the aroma of the red wine permeated the mouth in an instant. He half-closed his eyes and puffed up his cheeks enjoying the chewing, and swallowed it into his stomach. "It is said that war is the most profitable. Since Britain occupied India, it has enriched the pockets of a group of people."

Brandon naturally understood where this emotion came from. To be honest, this was the first time he heard such remarks from such a young woman, and it felt very novel. "Many people think it's ill-gotten gains." He was cautious about his words.

"This question is hard to explain clearly." After biting another snail and swallowing it, Casablanca said, she tilted her head as if feeling distressed by this question, but she still looked at Brandon seriously and said, "Anyway So, this is what you paid for with blood and sweat. Whose life is not life, dare to fight, and get something, it’s fair.” At the end, she added, “This is beyond what a lady should think about. range." Then he took another bite of the snail without mercy.

Brandon couldn't help laughing, the smile made him seem younger: "Is the craft okay?"

Casablanca immediately understood that he was talking about the cook, smiled and nodded, "Very good!"

Brandon watched with a smile as Casablanca ate the snails contentedly while cutting the lamb chops on the plate. He thought to himself, the cook the housekeeper hired is really good, so he can stay.

After seeing Colonel Brandon's huge family business, Casablanca finally became less restrained, and watched with peace of mind that the two regular meals a day turned into French meals.

Lily Kitten: Don't worry about eating poor employers anymore!

Invisible cat control Brandon: The kitten finally eats well!

Happy to everyone!

The air in the UK is very humid, and it is wet and cold in winter. From the very beginning, Casablanca would wrap herself into a ball when going out, and now she does not go out even a step.

"You spend Christmas alone?" It's December, it's snowing outside, Casablanca is leaning on the sofa under a blanket, Brandon just came back from the outside, the coat is still stained with snow, she stretches her neck , which is a bit strange.

"There's still you this year." Brandon took off his coat, his scarf, and his hat.Just one sentence instantly poked Casablanca's little heart.Sad, compassionate, and warm.It's really all kinds of tastes in my heart.

"Is there a Christmas tree?" Casablanca put down the book in her hand, as if suddenly full of interest in Christmas.

"Of course." Seeing her high spirits, Brandon couldn't help laughing, with a little connivance, "As you like."

"Of course we have to arrange it together." Casabuanca corrected with a bulging face.

"Okay, let's go together!" With a bigger smile on his lips, Brandon walked over, sat on the sofa next to him, and stretched out his hands to warm by the fire, "Do you have any letters to send? Or something you need, I just want to send someone to the town and bring them back together."

The two little hands were intertwined, and Casablanca hesitated.

"The letter is not in a hurry, wait for you to think it over. We are going to London in January, and it will be convenient to contact me then." Brandon saw her tangled appearance, and resisted the urge to be smooth.

It was the busiest Christmas ever at Delaford House, according to the old butler.Although there is only one more person than in previous years, the two share similar interests and have endless topics to talk about. The atmosphere is very good.

Maybe there will be a hostess in the family soon!The old butler thought with relief, and ordered the servants in the house to treat Miss Casablanca more respectfully.

Not long after Christmas, Colonel Brandon took Casablanca to London in a carriage.

There is a distance from London, and Brandon slowed down his pace for the comfort of the itinerary. It took more than a week before they arrived in London.

"I'm really not afraid of being poor at all now." With Brandon's support, Casablanca got out of the carriage, wearing a thick cloak trimmed with a layer of rabbit fur, and looked at the small and unique single-family apartment in front of him. , said to Brandon with a bit of a joke.

To boast of a man's wealth is also a form of flattery.Brandon held her arm without letting go: "Be careful, it's a little slippery." With a confident smile, "You can do as many as ten more."

"I'll be out for a lot of time these two days. I've called someone to cut your clothes for you. You can pick and choose. If you feel bored, you can read a book. Be patient. I'll go out with you when I'm done." Brandon urged, This is London, and the social season is approaching again. A large number of high-class people have arrived here, and they don't know what the wind is like outside.

Casablanca nodded with a cute face.