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

In the middle of the moon, the ancient thorn trees high up through the moonlight, reflected on the half-lit panes of glass, giving birth to a kind of solemn gloom.

A dark red curtain was hung on the glass window, and when a gust of wind blew over, the curtain was lifted by the wind and floated outside the attic.There was a creaking sound of the wooden bed in the house, which was very clear in the silent night.

On the dark red mahogany bed, lay a man wearing a dark purple shabby gauze dress, with disheveled hair, slightly sideways staring at the mirror in front of the window, gradually fascinated.

The woman in the mirror has obviously been decadent for a long time, with a tired look on her brows and eyes, but even in the gray-toned late night, she can still vaguely discern what kind of magnificence that former face was.

Bertha stared at the mirror, wondering if there was another world in it?

As far as she could see, she gradually realized that it was a huge illusory void, and within the void was an unreachable and deep place, and a gloomy coolness enveloped her, as if she had fallen into a dark well.

"Mrs. Bertha Mason, are you content to be stuck here?"

A pair of eyes suddenly appeared in the mirror, and the brows of those eyes were exactly the same as those of the person on the bed. Bertha was startled, her pupils gradually enlarged, she stared at those eyes, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you?"

There was a gust of wind blowing outside the curtains, and the stained glass windows beat against the frame, making a dull sound.

A figure gradually emerged, and she stood there with a smile, her sinister and bright smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and she said with a light smile, "I'm Bertha Mason, your old grudge."

Bertha struggled to get up and looked eagerly at the person in front of her. She remembered that it was 19-year-old Bertha.She bought this peach-colored smock in Spanish Town, and there were only two of them in the whole city, and she was reluctant to wear it, so she recognized it at a glance.

The other Bertha in front of her still looked at her with a smile, stood in front of her, and told her softly: "Oh, dear Mrs. Bertha, this is your dream. When the sun rises in the east tomorrow, you will be a brand new Bertha."

Bertha whispered: "Dream... my dream, yes, I had a very long dream, I dreamed that I married a Mr. Rochester, but then she locked me up, and he said he If I want to marry a woman named Jane Eyre, he will burn me to death..."

"Oh no, Bertha, it's not a dream, it's all real, do you hate them?"

She seemed to have lost everything suddenly, looked at the familiar eyes in a panic, and didn't believe what she said, but she still staggered back two steps subconsciously, desperately said: "Why..."

The person in the mirror approached her, "Bertha, he deprived you of your property. He told the world that you are a lunatic. He imprisoned you in this dark attic for four full years. There was no sunlight for four full years. Finally, you will be deprived of your property." You were buried in a sea of ​​flames, do you... hate it?"

As if suddenly remembering something, anger welled up in her heart. Bertha took a deep breath and roared, "I hate him, I hate him!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy, I hate Rochester!!" She rushed towards the person in the mirror as if she had suddenly gone crazy, suddenly a burst of flames flooded over, Bertha subconsciously blocked it with her hand, and her body was slammed on clear mirrors.

The shadow disappeared.

There was nothing in the mirror, only the big mahogany bed behind it was reflected, and the crimson satin mosquito net was blown by the wind, causing ripples.

The pupils dilated gradually, the flames gradually gathered, pouring over like the sky, Bertha was finally unable to escape, and was swallowed in the sea of ​​flames.

Through the window, the moonlight was hidden in a dark cloud, and the sky began to sink, pressing down towards the earth, as if to obliterate the entire Thornfield Manor.

It's going to change.

A bolt of lightning came down from the sky, and the sky suddenly became as bright as day. It happened to hit the stained glass. The glass shattered, and with a crash, it fell from the third floor of the house, and fell on the grass in the backyard of the manor along with the downpour.

The entire manor was in shock. Rochester in the room on the west building was suddenly awakened. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the new-style bed curtain above his head. He opened the quilt and hurriedly got out of bed and went out to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the butler, Mrs. Fairfax, hurried over, "Mr. Rochester, there is thunder outside, are you startled?"

Rochester put on his clothes, frowned and looked up subconsciously towards the third floor. He was sure that the sound came from that room, accompanied by the scream, even though there was the sound of thunder, the tearing shriek He couldn't hear it wrong.

He walked around Fairfax and went straight to the stairs. There was no light on the third floor, and there was no light on the stairway leading from the second floor to the third floor. a shudder.

After thinking twice, he whispered, "Go get a candle."

Mrs. Fairfax went back to her room to get a candle and handed it to him. She vaguely knew what had happened. Tomorrow would be the wedding day of Mr. Rochester and Miss Eyre. At this time, she should not touch these unclean things. as well.

So, Fairfax worried: "Mr. Rochester, let me go up and have a look."

Rochester stood on the third step, holding the candle in his hand, the dark yellow light shone sharply in his eyes, hesitated for a while, and finally said: "I'll go up and see for myself, you go and see Miss Eyre, Don't scare her, and don't let her out."

Fairfax nodded and understood, "Yes, Mr. Rochester."

The entire stairwell was dark, only the candle in his hand gave off a faint light, illuminating the outline of his face.

The rain outside was getting heavier, and the window of the cubicle was forgotten to close at night, and some rain drifted in and fell on his face, but in August, the coolness made people feel extremely cold.

The stairs lead to a long corridor, and at the end of the corridor is the exit on the top floor of the house. It is narrow, small, and dim, as if it has been locked for a long time, and it is gradually separated from the world.

There was a musty smell of darkness in the silent air, and my heart was beating, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

There was a small window at the other end of the corridor, through which the tall birch trees outside could be vaguely seen.Suddenly a thunderbolt struck, illuminating the rooms on both sides at the end.

Rochester subconsciously staggered two steps back, and in the light of the lightning, he saw the door open unexpectedly, and a woman in a crimson skirt stood beside the door, the gloomy and gloomy picture was half illuminated by the lightning flash. familiar faces.

He saw the corner of the woman's mouth gradually curled up, with a hint of unknown meaning, and the flaming red lips parted lightly: "Hi, Mr. Rochester."