[Jane Eyre] The mad woman in the attic is reborn

Rochester stood at the entrance, quietly looking at the two people in the shadow of the lamp, with deep eyes, staring there without blinking, like a bottomless pool.

Just as he was about to step forward, someone behind him suddenly patted his shoulder. He turned his head lightly, and when he saw the person coming, his eyes were slightly startled.

"Selina?"

The woman stood behind him expressionlessly, wearing a black off-the-shoulder evening dress, her long golden hair was gently pulled behind her shoulders, and her slender eyes were fixed on him.

She opened her lips lightly: "Rochester... Long time no see."

There wasn't much emotion. Rochester didn't know what she meant, but he still asked, "Why are you here?"

"I'll take a look at Adela, is she... okay?" Celina's eyes flickered, and she glanced down, the light fell on her head, casting a shadow on her eyelids.

Rochester snorted coldly, fixed his eyes on the top of her head, and said in a deep and cold voice: "You didn't want her at the beginning, what's the matter now? Have your conscience been discovered? Or is it that the wild man doesn't want you, and you have nowhere to go?"

There was a long silence, only the laughter of gentlemen and ladies from the middle of the hall in the distance, Celina slowly raised her head, just looked at him, didn't say a word for a while, and finally said, "You are still the same as before. Same, always aggressive."

Raising his hand to take the whiskey brought by the servant, Rochester drank it up, with a hint of impatience in his eyes, and frowned, looking back at her, and asked sharply, "What do you mean?"

Celina sneered, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, the time you and I were in France was all a dream, but Adela..."

"Don't even think about it!" Before she could finish speaking, Rochester interrupted her severely, "It is already the biggest concession for me to adopt her, and you don't even think about anything else. Back then you gave birth to this child privately , should have known such a day would come.”

She smiled lightly, and said suddenly: "I heard that you have a very beautiful wife."

Rochester's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said sharply, "Are you threatening me?"

Celina tilted her head and smiled lightly: "Threat, how dare I? If you want to threaten, I have already done it, why wait until today. At the beginning you said you would marry me as your wife, but then you suddenly changed your mind and disappeared like that. Adela struggled to make a living by herself. I didn’t reveal any of this. The only thing is that you must admit Adela’s identity. I know that she is not happy in Thornfield Manor. If you insist on calling it a threat, So be it, for Adela, I will do anything at all."

Rochester squinted at the woman in front of him. If Bertha was the first blemish in his life, then Celina would definitely be the second. It was absurd that he fell in love with her because he was blind, no A love that should exist.

He snorted and said, "Reveal Adela's identity as an illegitimate child, or disclose Bertha's identity as my wife, which one do you think I will choose?"

Celina lifted her eyes slightly, and smiled slightly.

Which one to disclose?

She guessed that he didn't want any of them, and no one knew him better than she did.To say that Rochester is a heartless person is actually not like that, at least no matter what relationship he is in, he has paid 100% sincerity, which she has never doubted.

At least, this kind of sincerity, as long as it changes to another person, after that time, it will be nothing. For such a person, he can use any means to drive you to death.

Sadly, he never thought there was anything wrong with him that way.

Celina looked at him carefully, and suddenly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled: "You can try, Mr. Edward Rochester."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and meanwhile, on the stairs to the second floor, Elijah stood staring at the tense situation.

He found Celina with the purpose of destroying Rochester. He wanted to take Bertha away to Spain and never show up again.The premise of all this is to resolve the marriage between Rochester and Bertha first. Only when the identities of Celina and Adela are revealed can Bertha and his marriage be invalidated.

Rochester stared at Celina for a while, then suddenly turned around and walked forward. Celina turned her gaze to Bertha who was standing by the dining table in front of her. She stepped forward in shock.

Bertha stood there, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, she turned her head, saw the man, and cursed angrily, "Rochester, are you crazy?"

"I'm crazy, I'm crazy to let you flirt with other men, one after another, all in front of my eyes, isn't it just sinking, let's go together." He suddenly became ferocious, and held her tightly Hand, pull her to the center of the hall.

The music stopped suddenly, and everyone stood there in a circle consciously watching them. Fernard turned his head and saw the scene in the middle of the hall, frowning, and was about to move forward. Bertha saw him and shook him gently. Shaking his head, motioned him not to be impulsive.

Rochester laughed, and announced loudly: "Let's take a look, who is this?"

Everyone stared at Bertha, not knowing why.

"She is Bertha Mason, Edward Rochester's wife, and my wife." He held her and spoke fiercely, as if declaring his attachment.

She belongs to him, even if he can't grasp his heart, he can't bear the feeling of losing his body.

The concealed secret can finally be concealed. This day should have come, the secret that should have been announced in the church.

The blood-red pupils were drawn sharply, and this time his face was completely torn apart.

Bertha pursed her lips, raised her head slightly to look at the man in front of her, and said with a light smile: "Rochester, you finally admit it, I'm a disgrace, it must be hard to bear such a disgrace like me, look, when you tear it apart Must be bloody."

She staggered backwards, raised her head and turned around, just looking at Elijah who was standing on the second floor, she raised her head and chuckled, "I have been locked up in the attic for four years, during these four years, I have no time I've been thinking about stretching out my sharp claws towards you all the time, sometimes I think, even if I hurt myself by eight thousand and hurt you ten thousand, it's still a good deal."

Elijah stared coldly at the woman in a red dress standing there, her long blond hair hung in the air, and there was a bottomless pool in her eyes. Maybe he had never seen the things in it. I have seen it.

He thought that she was the same person as him, extreme, unscrupulous, and crazy.

However, it seems to be missing.

What is missing, he still doesn't understand.

At the same time, the door of the hall suddenly opened, Celina turned her head to look over, and Sofia suddenly appeared at the door with Adela.

She murmured softly: "Adela..."

"Mom, it's mom, mom—" Adela saw Celina yelling loudly, and Sophia held her hand tightly behind her, preventing her from passing.

Rochester stared closely at Adela who was at the door, anger was about to burst out in his heart, and he could imagine what would probably happen next.

Stretching out his hand to grab Bertha's hand, he grabbed her and walked out of the gate. The guests were so frightened that they automatically moved out of the way, and Fernard quickly followed after seeing this.

"boom--"

In an instant, the whole room was suddenly filled with screams, Sophia hurriedly raised her hands to cover Adela's eyes, Celina slowly turned to the door, her eyes suddenly froze, and after a while, she whispered: "Rochester—"

She ran over and saw that his black suit was soaked in a large area, it was bright red blood, and the holes in the flesh and blood were turned out, blurred.

The person gradually fell down, and the only sound in the room was Celina's crying. She stretched out her hand to hold him in her arms, and wailed, "Why did you do this, why did you treat me like this? I didn't want to say it. Why don't you believe me, you never believed me again."

Fernard's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. He turned around and saw the person standing on the second floor, Elijah holding a gun in his hand.

Elijah shoots Rochester.

Bertha was stunned, her feet seemed to be nailed. Standing there, she heard the sound of bullets whizzing by her ears, and Rochester fell in front of her eyes.

His hand slid down slowly, his eyes fixed on her, but he couldn't say a word.

She suddenly wanted to know what exactly Rochester would say to her at the last moment of her life. She probably won't know this secret in this life or the next.

A certain part of her heart was stabbed suddenly, she subconsciously bent down, clasped her chest tightly with both hands, Fernard rushed forward, grabbed her waist with both hands, and shouted in a low voice, "Bertha..."

At the same time, Elijah on the second floor subconsciously leaned forward. He saw Fernard's hands resting on her waist, with five fingers tucked together, and finally put down, watching all this with indifferent eyes.

Bertha's eyes were empty, she had a feeling that her body was disappearing, and for a moment she seemed to understand something suddenly, she thought of those eyes, the eyes in the mirror in the room on the third floor of Thornfield Manor, the pupils gradually dilated , she can't feel any existence.

Maybe all of this is false, she is not Bertha, Bertha died long ago, she is just a ray of soul, with the memory of 19 years old, and the hatred of Bertha survived in this world for a few days.

Now that it's all over, she'll disappear.

"Bertha, Bertha..."

The dissipated consciousness was suddenly awakened, she looked at the man in front of her lightly, she still remembered him, Fernard Roy.

The man standing in the waves of wheat in the sunset, he said that she likes little strawberries.

Thinking of that evening full of sunshine, she suddenly pursed her lips and laughed, raised her hand to hook his neck, pulled him down, picked up the familiar dimple, and lay on his ear with a voice that could only be heard by the two of them. Pan Tiantian smiled and said, "Oh, handsome uncle, do you like little strawberries?"

Fernard's fingers trembled slightly, his face was pressed against her soft red lips, and he didn't turn his head to look at her. At this time, the answer probably became less important.

The dimples on her face gradually faded away, and she curled her mouth slightly, and suddenly said sadly, "Fernard, when Little Strawberry was 19 years old, why didn't she meet a handsome uncle? Why?"

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Extra 1

(The extra episode of the Rochester edition is probably the scene when Bertha met Bertha for the first time at the ball. Perhaps those bigwigs who are familiar with the original work can think about it and imagine it, so I won’t repeat it here.)

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Extra episode 2 (Fernald version extra episode)

At the Seville Art Exhibition in Spain, there was a painting exhibited in the center of the main hall, about four or five feet high, with only one profile.The dimples are shallow, the eyebrows and eyes are curved, on the shore of the lake, the person in the painting is staring into the distance, twisting a rose with his fingers, the sun is cut and sprinkled on the lake, and the lake is shining brightly.

Outside the portrait, people came and went, in twos and threes, and Fernard was standing in front of the portrait.

At the lowest end of the portrait, the small characters are named Junzi.

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Extra episode 3 (Elijah version extra episode)

On the shore of Lake Mandeville, a gentle breeze blew over. Bertha was sitting on the rocky reef, her hair was blown by the wind. She slowly turned her head to the people behind her, and said with a soft smile, "Oh sir, follow me!" I'm on my way."

Elijah lowered his head and pursed his lips, and walked towards her with his hands behind his back. When he walked in front of her, he reached out and held out a rose and handed it to her.

Bertha lowered her eyebrows and chuckled, raised her hand to take it, pursed the dimples at the corner of her mouth, turned the rose in her hand, and suddenly raised her head and asked him, "Why are you following me?"

"My fair lady, are you a gentleman?"