[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

On this day, when Ms. Gao Leng came back from the Waal River, she found that Grievous was talking to someone in the room.

She was startled at first, and then remembered that it should be the greedy and despicable Boxdale in the novel.

While at The Hague, he had tried to curry favor with Grievous, who, thinking he was trying to save Cornelius, threw him out without ceremony.

Mrs. Cold entered the room, and Grievous and Boxdale were sitting in chairs drinking gin.

Boxdale was ugly, stooped, in his late fifties, and sat there like a bear.

He called himself Jacob Giselle, and lied to Grievous that he never knew Cornelius.

He was good at telling jokes, and could make the fierce and brutal Grievous laugh out loud.

When Ms. Gao Leng came in, Grievous was lying on the table laughing out of breath.

Ms. Gao Leng walked straight into her room.

She carried the basket, which contained the earth that was to be given to Cornelius at night, covered with gauze.

No one paid any attention to what was in the basket.

At night, Madame Gao Leng brought the soil to Cornelius.

Cornelius gratefully stretched out his hand to take her hand, but the iron bars impersonally prevented him from doing so.

He only touched her fingers, and she flinched back.

"Good Rosa, thank you!"

"I did it voluntarily, Monsieur Cornelius."

The fiery eyes of Cornelius wandered over Rosa's blue eyes and fair hair.

Ms. Gao Leng couldn't stand it anymore, so she said, "I brought the Bible."

Cornelius withdrew his fiery gaze and said, "Okay, then we shall begin now."

The window opening is very high, so it is not troublesome if it is just for conversation, but it is a laborious task to lift the "Bible" to a height where two people can clearly see it.

Ms. Gao Leng had to stick to the iron fence, tilt her head, and lift the book to the lamp in her right hand, her hand soon became sore and weak.

Later, Cornelius came up with an idea to tie the lamp to the iron fence with a handkerchief, so that Madam Gao Leng could free up one hand and point with her fingers to the letters and syllables that Cornelius taught her to spell; Cornelius, taking a straw for a staff, passed through the iron bars, and showed her the letters one by one.

The light shone on her face, her face was very rosy, and the light sprinkled a layer of shining gold powder on her face, her eyes were very blue, resembling the clear lake water and the clear blue sky, her golden hair tied with long hair Braided hair, and a beautiful gold hat on her head cast a shadow on her brow.

Her finger was held up, and the blood flowed down, and it seemed that the finger was reddish, as if it was shining in the light. Cornerius was distracted, watching the blood flow under the flesh of her finger.

Her hands were very white, with slender knuckles, and Cornelius, who had never touched a woman, was dumbfounded.

Madam Gao Leng soon realized this, and she suddenly withdrew her hand, but Cornelius quickly grabbed her.

Ms. Gao Leng twitched violently, and her face was covered with a layer of frost at that moment.

Cornelius took a step back in surprise.

He didn't expect her to resist so much, and he faintly felt her rejection of him.

Before he had time to think about it, Ms. Gao Leng said: "The time is coming, I have to go, thank you for teaching me how to read, Mr. Cornelius, good night."

After all, she quickly disappeared into the night without looking back.

Cornelius looked melancholy at the empty night.

He felt as if a piece of his heart had been dug out, and his hand couldn't help groping towards the heart, but he touched the bulb placed there.

His attention was quickly shifted here, and a wave of pleasure surged in his heart.

He broke a large pitcher, leaving a suitable bottom, which he filled halfway with soil, and a little bit of river mud that Madam Gao Leng had asked to dry to make good fertilizer.

In early April, he planted the first bulbs.

Ms. Gao Leng is learning a full set of tulip cultivation courses and has gradually developed a strong interest in tulip cultivation.

She went to talk to Cornelius every evening, and she wanted their conversation to focus on growing tulips as much as possible, but no matter how much Cornelius or she was interested in the subject, the topic would always be over, so it was better It will inevitably involve the relationship between the two.

Madam Gao Leng clearly treats Cornelius like an NPC, even though she sympathizes with him.

Where is Cornelius?The first 28 years of his life were spent entirely on his hobbies, and he never tasted the taste of love. Now he seems to be addicted, except for the lover Tulip, he is madly infatuated with Rosa.

If it was really Rosa, she would be so happy that she would feel like living in a dream every day, but what about Ms. Gao Leng?Every time she met Cornelius, she would get goosebumps from his sudden intimacy.

She tried her best to restrain her instinctive reaction, but no matter how well she concealed it, there would be a day when it would be revealed.

One night, when they finished their lessons for the day, they talked about tulips.

"My dear Rosa, I see that you have mastered the knowledge of growing tulips very well. I think you can plant a second bulb one fine morning later."

"I will, and I'll take good care of it and keep it by my bed."

Ms. Gao Leng is telling the truth. She also loves and loves tulips very much now. Cornelius' love for flowers has been subtly passed on to her.

At that moment Cornelius kissed her lips violently.

Ms. Gao Leng's eyes widened in surprise. She raised her hand and slapped it. There was an iron fence blocking it, so she couldn't get through at all, but her actions had already expressed her deep feelings for Cornelius' move. disgust.

Cornelius stared at her in grief and amazement.

Ms. Gao Leng opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, she cast a final glance at Cornelius who was standing there, and left without looking back.

Cornelius was scorched from flesh to heart as if struck by lightning.

He felt that he was about to fall as fragile as a tree split by lightning.

He held on to the cold wall tremblingly, and pressed his other hand on his forehead in despair.

Ms. Gao Leng's actions just now have clearly proved to him his vague guess before.

He kept asking himself why.

This question floated in his mind like an empty barrel at sea.

He was so sad for an hour.

Didn't even hear the door open.

As soon as Grievous came in, he discovered the tulips which Cornelius had hidden so well and which he had now completely forgotten.

It just sprouted buds.

"What are you?" cried Grievous. "Ha! I've got you!" He stuck his hands in the mud.

"Me? Nothing, nothing!" Cornelius came back to his senses, and he stared at Grievous' rough hand with wide eyes in horror.

"Ha! I've got you! A pitcher, and dirt! There must be ghosts in there!"

"My dear Mr. Grievous!" cried Cornelius.

By this time Grievous had begun digging with his hooked fingers.

"Sir, sir! Take care!" said Cornelius, turning pale with anxiety.

"Watch out for what? Damn it! Watch out for what?" the guard yelled.

"Be careful, I tell you; you'll break it."

With a sudden, almost desperate jerk, he snatched the pitcher from Grievous's grasp, and hid it under his arms like a treasure.

Grievous, however, stubborn as an old man, and more and more convinced that he had uncovered a conspiracy against the Prince of Orange, ran at the prisoner with his stick up; With unshakable determination, he understood that it was not his head that Cornelius was worried about, but the pitcher.

So, he wanted to take it back by violence.

"Hmph!" the guard said angrily, "Look, aren't you a rebel?"

"Let go of my tulips," cried Cornelius.

"Yes, yes, Tulip," replied the old man, "we know all about the tricks of the prisoner."

"But, I swear to you..."

"Let go," repeated Griffoston, stomping, "let go, or I'll be called a peeper."

"No matter who you are, as long as I breathe, you will never take this poor flower away."

Grievous, in a rage, plunged his fingers a second time into the earth, and drew out a black bulb; and Cornelius, who was glad to have kept the container, did not expect the other Already got what's inside.With all his strength, Grievous dropped the already weakened bulb on the flagstone floor. The bulb was flattened, and almost immediately it was smashed under the guard's big leather shoes, and it was no longer recognizable as a bulb.

Cornelius, watching him wreck, and beholding the damp wreckage, understood the cause of Grievous' elation, and uttered a cry of despair, feeling that the departure of Tulip and Rosa had robbed him of all the splendor of his life, The idea of ​​getting rid of this villain flashed like lightning through the tulip grower's mind.A rush of rage and blood rushed to his forehead, and he lost his mind; he lifted the heavy pitcher of useless dirt with both hands.Another second and he'd be smashing it at old Grievous' bald head.

A cry, a cry familiar to him, stopped him.It's Rosa.He looked at her in disbelief.

Ms. Gao Leng was too embarrassed to look at him. She suddenly remembered what was going to happen tonight, so she hurried over. She didn't want the poor man Cornelius to commit murder.

Cornelius let go of his hand, and the pitcher shattered with a bang.Only then did Grievous understand what kind of danger he had almost encountered just now, and he cursed angrily.

"Ah!" said Cornelius to him, "you deprive a poor prisoner of his only consolation, a tulip bulb, you are a vile man."

Ms. Gao Leng also hated the rough Grievous, she echoed: "What you just did was a crime!"

"Ha! It's you, silly girl," the old man yelled angrily, turning around to his daughter, "mind your own business and get down."

"Brave! Despicable!" continued Cornelius in despair.

"At best, it's just a tulip," Grievous said, feeling a little embarrassed himself, "Tulips, as many as you want, I have three hundred in my garret."

"Fuck your tulips!" cried Cornelius, "you are the same as them. Ah! If I had tens of millions, I would give them for the one you destroyed!"

"Ah!" said Grievous triumphantly, "you see, it wasn't tulips you wanted. There must be some sorcery in this false bulb, perhaps a means of correspondence with the enemies of the prince who spared your life." .I said long ago that it was a big mistake not to chop off your head."

"Stop it!" Madam Gao Leng shouted impatiently.

"Hmm! Excellent! Excellent!" repeated Grievous, growing stronger: "I've trampled it, I've trampled it. Next time you do it, I'll break it Once! Ha ha! I told you, my pretty friend, that I would never let you have a good life."

"Damn it! Damn it!" cried Cornelius.He was so sad that he didn't know what to do, and with trembling fingers he turned over the trampled bulbs—the wreckage of so much joy and so much hope.

"We will plant another one tomorrow, dear Monsieur Cornelius," whispered Madam Gauling, who knew the anguish of the tulip grower, and her words fell like a drop of elixir on Cornelius' bleeding wound. .

But he was not cured, he still felt hopeless, because he had seen her feelings for him clearly.

He covered his face with his hands in despair, as if in this way he could block all unfavorable things from fate.

Ms. Gao Leng felt very embarrassed, tormenting him with shame, she whispered: "Nine o'clock tomorrow night..."

Before she had finished speaking, Cornelius interrupted her, saying: "Go away! Go away!"

Grievous heard them talking, and he didn't know what they were talking about. He said roughly, "Go away! Bastard! What are you talking to this criminal? Are you going to help him escape?"

Ms. Gao Leng ignored Grievous, she looked at Cornelius apologetically, and it was still Cornelius' words that responded to her.

How could Ms. Gao Leng's character stubbornly keep lowering her posture and begging for his forgiveness? She followed Grievous and left.

The moment the door was closed, Cornelius fell to the ground like a collapsing mountain, and he wept.

The last look through the crack of the door stopped Ms. Gao Leng's footsteps for a moment. She was struggling in her heart. She was both guilty and sympathetic to Cornelius, but she didn't have the love that Cornelius needed.

At this time, Grievous's fierce voice sounded again: "Stinky girl! Don't leave!"

The author has something to say: I feel like I’m finally in love, hehe, I suddenly fell in love with Cornelius after writing this, because many of these chapters were copied from Alexandre Dumas’s original work, which has been changed very little (Alexander Dumas’s Popular historical novels pay more attention to the development of the plot, so I can’t directly write about romance when I write about the same person, and you probably don’t know what I’m writing when I write directly about romance), so I haven’t had a good impression of the male protagonist, and now I finally like it a little bit He is gone! ! !I'm deciding on him as the real male lead.