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

Mrs. Fairfax heard the voice of the people in the room, glanced at Bertha, hesitated and took two steps back, "Then you go in."

Bertha chuckled and nodded towards her, "Thank you."

Raising her hand and unscrewing the handle, Bertha gently pushed the door open. The yellow deciduous curtains hung long on both sides of the window frame, and the sunlight came in from the window and fell on the soft big bed.

There was a person sitting on the side of the bed, she was facing the window without moving, just quietly watching the scenery outside the window.

That is the autumn scenery, Thornfield Manor in autumn.The hay in the distant field has been harvested, and the smell of soil in the air can still be vaguely smelled.In that field, she once walked with Mr. Rochester, the place where he expressed his love to her and told her his love.

This dream has been going on for too long, now, it's time to wake up.

"Miss Eyre," said Bertha, standing by the bed, "do you love Mr. Rochester?"

Jane Eyre turned her head and smiled when she heard her voice, "I've heard all about it. You are Bertha Mason, Mr. Rochester's wife."

Bertha did not speak, and the silence was another kind of confirmation.

Jane Eyre's eyes were cold, with deep despair, "Oh, he is really cruel. How could he treat you like that for so many years? How could he announce all this to the public on this day? He is so cruel!"

Bertha smiled suddenly, with self-mockery in her eyes, looking at the scenery outside the window, she murmured: "You don't know about all this, do you?" She turned around and met her eyes, "I'm sorry Appearing on this day brought you such a blow and pain, but I have no other choice but to do so."

She turned around and stared at the church spire in the distance outside the window, "Maybe I can understand you too."

As soon as the words were finished, a person rushed in from outside the door. Bertha turned her head, and it was Mr. Rochester.

Rochester rushed in, and said viciously to her: "Who allowed you to come, get out!"

She greeted his malice with a smile, without any flinching, "Oh Mr. Rochester, I warned you, please pay attention to your words."

Jane Eyre stood by the window, watched all this quietly, and said slowly: "Dear Mr. Rochester, you shouldn't treat your wife like this."

Rochester turned his eyes to the person in front of the window, and said sadly: "Jane, I never thought of hurting you. If you can understand my situation a little bit, then you will definitely not hate me as much as you do now."

Jane Eyre: "Sir, all of this was a mistake. The first half of my life in Thornfield Manor was a very happy time, and I don't regret falling in love with you, but now, reason tells me that I should Leave here, leave Thornfield Manor, and leave you forever."

"No, you can't leave me." He stepped forward and hugged Jane Eyre tightly in his arms, "I understand that you must hate me very much now, thinking that I am a slutty gentleman, who shamelessly dragged you into this Embarrassing, difficult situation, but please believe me, my heart for you is true, and I never intend to hurt you."

Listening to his words, Jane Eyre felt her heart choked up somewhere, making her unable to control herself, she held back her tears, and raised her head firmly: "But sir, you did hurt me and your wife, didn't you? It's not fair to her or me to do this! I once said that I am not a bird in a cage, we are born equal, and I don't want to be like a mistress in Thornfield House. I am not beautiful, nor rich, But I have a soul that only belongs to me, and in front of this pure soul, it is not inferior to any emotion, including love, so I will stick to my own beliefs."

After finishing speaking, she was about to leave the room without looking back. Rochester grabbed her eagerly and said in a panic, "No, no, don't leave, Jane, you can't leave!"

Jane Eyre bit her lip, raised her head slightly to force back the tears in her eyes, and said with deep pain: "Sir, let go, everything that happened at Thornfield Manor is the most precious memory in my life, and I will carry these memories with me Go to Ireland, go to a new place, meet new people, start a new life."

The person behind said in despair: "What about me, Jane, what about me, are you going to abandon me and our love so cruelly?"

Jane Eyre turned her head and couldn't bear to say: "No, it's not like this. I never abandoned it. It is sacred and pure, and cannot be mixed with any impurity. It's just that under such circumstances, such a combination It's wrong, Mr. Rochester, do you understand, it's wrong! If it's allowed to go on like that, I'll look down on such a union, so please, sir, let me retain the last of my dignity, and let me go. "

This time, Rochester didn't insist anymore, and stood there in a daze, looking at the figure who resolutely left at the stairway.

He understood that this time he really left.

After an unknown amount of time, Bertha lay on the window thinking quietly, thinking about those words just now.Through the window, on the grass of Thornfield Manor, she saw that thin figure, the light of the setting sun shone on her body, small but great.

In an instant, she even felt that that person was much nobler than her in the face of faith and sticking to it.

A voice came from behind, it was Rochester.

"Now, are you satisfied?"

Bertha didn't look back, she was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "I'm indeed very satisfied, and I'm very glad that all this happened. In front of love and faith, Mr. Rochester, you really are not qualified to marry such a person."

She turned around, leaned lazily on the wooden window frame, part of her body leaned out, her golden curly hair shone brightly in the setting sun, she grinned brightly and flamboyantly, "And I also admit that my arrival destroyed I did all this, but I was not at fault, it was you, was it not, Mr. Edward Rochester."