[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

Wei Lai has never done this kind of thing several times in his life.

She thought that when she was in junior high school, playing puppy love with the boys in the same class and secretly passing small notes in the class teacher's class were the most thrilling things she had ever done. Looking at it now, it was simply a trivial matter, not enough at all. watch.

Frank, what the hell are you trying to do?

After stuffing the note into her palm, Frank continued to repair Mrs. Bates' glasses as calmly as if nothing happened.

Wei Lai held the note tightly, not daring to move, for fear of being seen by someone, his palms were covered with sweat.Miss Bates was still babbling some ramblings, Emma responded politely, and Harriet bowed her head.

Well, no one noticed her.

Wei Lai calmed down slowly. While observing the three of Emma, ​​he took a book as a cover and secretly opened the note.

She lowered her eyes.

Yet nothing.

A blank note!

Wei Lai's mind went blank for a moment, and then he glared at Frank angrily. Frank was still repairing his glasses seriously, but the movement of his suppressed laughter had revealed his innermost feelings.

Oh shit.

If there were no other people present, I would have beaten you long ago!

Wei Lai clenched his fists tightly and squeezed the note that scared her to death into a small ball.At this time, Frank tilted his head, pretending to inadvertently cast a playful look, and Wei Lai seemed to be able to hear his voice: "Is it interesting?"

Wei Lai subconsciously met his eyes, using her eyes to convey the restless anger in her heart at this moment.

"Jane, what are you looking at?"

Miss Bates looked over curiously. When she said this, both Emma and Frank looked at Wei Lai, and even Harriet, who had lowered her head since entering the door, looked over.

Harriet's eyes are so red.

Alas, is now the time to care about this! ?

"No, I didn't see anything."

"Really? I just saw you looking at Mr. Churchill."

As soon as Miss Bates' words came out, Emma and Harriet looked at Wei Lai in the wrong way, and their eyes were full of surprise, curiosity and gossip.

Wei Lai forced a smile on his face.

Aunt, you are really my good aunt.

"I'm not looking at Mr. Churchill. I think Mr. Churchill has been repairing for a while. He came to our house as a guest, not to fix grandma's glasses. After Miss Woodhouse, Miss Smith and Mr. Churchill came in, we It is a pity that Mr Churchill has been helping to fix glasses instead of serving them baked apples and tea."

Embarrassed, Miss Bates stood up and said: "Miss Woodhouse, Mr. Churchill, Miss Smith, please forgive me. I am so happy that you are visiting my house. I kept talking and forgot to take the baked apples." You are entertained. Those baked apples are very lovely, from Mrs. Wallis, and Miss Woodhouse, please do yourself a favor."

Miss Bates ordered Patty to make tea, and she went to prepare the baked apples herself, and when she came back, there were two more people behind her.

Mr. Knightley and Mrs. Weston.

The small living room was getting more crowded.

At this time, Frank finally repaired Mrs. Bates' glasses.Miss Bates thanked Frank with a groan, and greeted Knightley and Mrs. Weston.

"Auntie, give it to me." Wei Lai took the tray from her, and under each baked apple was a small silver plate with exquisite workmanship.Presumably, it was the tableware used when the Bates family was still in decline. Wei Lai had never seen these small silver plates.

It must have been brought out specially for entertaining guests.

Emma looked in surprise at the little silver platter of baked apples.

"A very beautiful little plate, isn't it?" Wei Lai smiled. "It was a long time ago. My aunt has kept it in her collection. It's so well maintained."

Emma opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but she just nodded without saying anything, but Wei Lai felt that the way she looked at Miss Bates softened.

Many distinguished guests came to the house. Miss Bates was so busy that she was dizzy. It took a while to arrange everyone's seats and ensure that everyone had a cup of tea and a baked apple. As for their own family members, Bates Mrs. Ci was persuaded into the bedroom by her, and Wei Lai and she could only sit close to the piano, not daring and not being able to move at will.

"Our house is too small. I used to think that the living room was not big. After adding a piano, the room is even smaller, but I know you won't dislike it, Miss Woodhouse, have a good time. Apples, Mr. Knightley, and some tea."

Miss Bates paused for breath.

Mrs. Weston seized this rare opportunity to ask Frank what he was doing here.

Before Frank could answer, Miss Bates started again: "Mrs. Weston, Mr. Churchill is really a warm-hearted person, which is rare among young people. Mr. Churchill helped my mother fix her glasses."

Mrs. Weston gave Frank a mocking look: "You still have this skill, you can live by it."

Frank said with a smile: "It took me a long time to fix a screw. I would starve to death if I depended on this. It's just that Miss Bates and Mrs. Bates don't dislike my craftsmanship."

"Mr. Churchill is too modest." Emma smiled at Frank as she spoke, "I can see clearly that Mr. Churchill is very serious when repairing glasses. I have never seen you so serious. I want to be repaired by you. Mrs. Bates's glasses will last so long that you may not even need to buy new ones."

"I have never had much confidence in myself, but with Miss Woodhouse's praise, I will be able to make a living as a silversmith in the future."

Emma pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, and the two dimples of rice grains at the corners of her mouth were particularly beautiful.

I said, can you two pay attention to the influence.

Wei Lai looked at Knightley: "Mr. Knightley, I had a little argument with Mr. Amedeo last night. I saw him riding away early today. Is it because you made him unhappy? ?”

"Oh, dear Jane, you will never be unhappy." Miss Bates patted Wei Lai's hand.

Knightley turned his head, before he could put away the serious expression on his face, the corners of his mouth were lifted up reluctantly, but his tone was very gentle: "Lance has urgent matters to go back to London to deal with, Miss Fairfax can rest assured , Lance does not feel offended, but appreciates your opinion, he has a high opinion of you, and I rarely see him have such a high opinion of people."

Yeah?It's not easy to scold in front of you.

"Then I'm relieved." Wei Lai glanced at a bag under Knightley's feet, "Mr. Knightley, what is that?"

Knightley picked up the things: "Almost forgot, this is the first batch of fruits in my apple orchard this year. Miss Bates said that you like apples very much, so I will send you some."

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Emma bit off a big bite of the apple expressionlessly, and Wei Lai felt a little pain for no reason.

Miss Bates was flattered: "Mr. Knightley is really a generous gentleman. He will send us a sack of apples every year. Before I just said that Jane loves apples, Mr. Knightley remembered it and delivered it himself. , Mr. Knightley..."

"Aunt." Wei Lai tugged at Miss Bates' sleeve.

"Honey, what's the matter?" Wei Lai had never seen Miss Bates's eyes so bright, and she could see the joy when she saw it.

Aunt, don't help me hate me anymore.

"Mr. Knightley is still carrying the bag." Wei Lai whispered, "I'll take Mr. Knightley's apples to the kitchen."

"No, no, don't do it." Miss Bates pulled Wei Lai, "Jane, you are too weak to hold, let me come, Mr. Knightley, give me the apple."

Miss Bates went downstairs with a big bag of apples.

Emma glanced at Knightley, and said plainly: "The apple orchard in Donwell bears fruit so quickly. The two apple trees in my house have been planted for two years, and none of them have bloomed."

"It may be a problem with the planting method. I will ask Mike to visit your house when I go home. He is a master at planting apples." Knightley's mood improved a lot, "There is still a bag of apples left, and I will deliver them to Haha tomorrow Turfield."

Emma didn't hold back, she smiled for a while, and quickly put it back, raised her chin slightly, rolled her eyeballs, and said pretendingly indifferently: "No, Hatfield is just me and Dad, and I can't eat it." There are so many, besides, I don’t like apples either.”

The last sentence was intended for her to hear.

Wei Lai drank tea and looked out the window, pretending not to hear.

The living room fell silent, and the clock on the fireplace was ticking.

When Wei Lai turned his head, he unexpectedly met Frank's gaze.

Her heart sank, and in her impression, Frank looked at Jane with gentle and affectionate eyes, just like the warm and comfortable sun in the cold winter months, and occasionally it was as blazing as the sun in the dog days.

Now, his gaze makes Wei Lai's heart beat wildly, but it's not the deer bumping around, but falling into the ice hole in winter, cold.

He doesn't want to do anything, does he?

oppressive rule?

Isn't he very happy to use Emma?

"Miss Fairfax, are you not well?" asked Mrs. Weston suddenly.

Wei Lai turned around blankly: "Ah? What?"

"Your face is a little pale, are you uncomfortable?"

Wei Lai touched his cold cheeks, and pulled out a stiff smile: "I'm not sick, maybe, ahem, I'm a little cold, I'll ask Patty to boil water."

As soon as she stood up, Miss Bates opened the door and came in, panting excitedly: "Have you heard? I went down to put apples, and saw Mrs. Wallis passing by our kitchen. We chatted through the window. Mrs Leith said—I must breathe, Mrs Wallis said, Mr Elton is getting married!"

Both Emma and Mrs. Weston were surprised. Knightley, who had heard the news earlier, looked as usual. Frank didn't know Elton, and he didn't care, while Harriet's red eyes were filled with tears. Take a breath.

Emma immediately took her friend's hand.

Miss Bates looked at Harriet lovingly: "What a kind girl, we are all very happy for Mr. Elton. He has only been in Bath for four weeks and got engaged. He must have met his true love. How wonderful, The two love each other..."

Aunt, don't talk, how can you tell that Harriet is crying with joy! ?

The author has something to say: My true love is Miss Bates.