[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

Ms. Gao Leng is now living in a monastery. Emma was sent to study in a monastery by her father when she was 13 years old.

Ms. Gao Leng is a newcomer, she doesn't know French, and now she is teaching herself French like in "Black Tulip". Whenever she encounters difficult grammar and pronunciation, she will miss Cornelius very much.

The nuns in the monastery thought that Emma's brain was burned out because of the fever. She didn't speak all day and didn't seem to understand what they were saying. The nuns were considering whether to send poor Emma home .

Out of sympathy, they were especially nice to her these days, and no one blamed her when she couldn't answer the questions asked by the assistant priest during class.

To please her, they often took her down a long corridor through the refectory, and made her see the chapel.

The smell of smoke from the altar, the coolness of the holy water, and the light of the candles created a sleepy atmosphere that made her dizzy.

When she was at mass, she could only understand the illustrations in the scriptures - the sick lamb, the sacred heart pierced by a sharp arrow, and Jesus who fell under the cross halfway.

Every night before vespers, I have to spend some time in the study room. The school arranges to read some religious books in the study room.

Every time she looked at it, her eyes were dizzy, and her head seemed to swell in water.

Only the romantic song played by her ears in the music class let her tense nerves relax.

The nuns observed Emma for half a month and found that she showed no signs of improvement, so they wrote to contact Emma's father, Papa Rouault.

When Papa Rouault heard the sad news, his eyes dimmed, he felt the ceiling shaking, blood rushed to his temple, and then fell unconscious.

Thanks to the servant who found out in time, helped him to bed and gave him smelling salts, he finally woke up.

When he woke up, he was crying so much.

The servant was terrified.

Papa Rouault was crying and complaining to God.

He killed his son first, then his wife, and now even the only remaining daughter is stupid.

The servant was clumsy in tongue, so he hurriedly prepared the carriage for Father Rouault to go to the monastery.

As soon as Father Rouault saw Emma, ​​he stretched out his fat arms and took her in his arms, all the while chanting mournfully: "Oh! God! My poor daughter!"

Papa Rouault was a dumpy man in his fifties, fair skin, blue eyes, bald and wearing a pair of earrings.

Ms. Gao Leng was held in his arms, and she felt a lump of fat pressing down on her.

Ms. Gao Leng was brought back to Berto by Papa Luault.

The Rouaults were a farming family.

Ms. Gao Leng stepped on the pedal of the carriage, looked up and saw a row of yards.

Grange looks great.Through the open upper half door of the stables, one could see the large plow horses quietly eating hay from the new troughs.Along the house was a great heap of manure, from which steamed; and among the hens and turkeys, half a dozen peacocks--a rare bird in Colorado Grange--condescended to compete with the chickens for food.The sheepfold is long, the warehouse is high, and the walls are as smooth as a human hand.Under the shed were two large carts, four iron plows, whips, yokes, and full harness, the blue fur of which was covered with fine dust from the barn upstairs.The yard is on a slope, and trees are neatly planted in the yard; geese are singing happily from the edge of the pond.

Ms. Gao Leng lived in this farm.

Father Rouault loves his daughter very much. He feels sorry for his daughter and doesn’t arrange for her to do anything. She stays in her room for a long time every day to learn French. Feeling overwhelmed, I felt that my daughter's illness was improving.

One night, Papa Rouault went to a neighbor's house for the Three Kings Festival and came home with a broken leg.

The servant carried him to the bed and sent for a doctor in Tost.

Papa Rouault cried out in pain, and lay sweating under the covers, with his nightcap thrown back.

He ordered Ms. Gao Leng to prepare a bottle of bold shochu for him. The wine was stored in a long-necked convex glass bottle, and the bottle was placed on the chair beside the bed. He would take a big gulp from time to time to relieve his inner fear and physical pain.

He cursed and yelled for twelve hours, while Ms. Gao Leng stood by the bed, and his ears were filled with the curses of Father Luau.

The door opened.

The doctor finally came.

Papa Ruault seemed to be breaking down, and moaned and groaned.

The doctor's name was Charles Bovary, Madame Bovary's legal husband.

He was very ordinary-looking, neither tall nor short, but his body was strong, tightly stretched under his clothes.

As soon as he saw Emma, ​​he forgot about the patient, and would have kept looking at her, were it not for the incessant sex of old Rouault.

The injury was simple with no complications.While Charles spoke a lot of consoling words to the sick, he had his servants bring in a bundle of laths to make old Rouault a splint.

Charles picked one, cut it into small pieces, and polished it with broken glass; the maid tore a piece of cloth for a bandage, and quickly sewed up some small cloth cushions.

After the wound was dressed, Papa Rouault insisted on inviting Charles to have something to eat before leaving.

Ms. Gao Leng accompanied Charles downstairs to the hall on the ground floor.

His heart was pounding, he didn't know why, but he felt endless words gushing out of his throat.

As for Ms. Gao Leng, she understands only half of what she hears, and even doesn't understand some words at all.

Charles couldn't get a response from her for a long time. He was embarrassed, and the maid who came downstairs after taking care of old Rouault kindly told him the unfortunate fate of Miss Emma.

After hearing this, Charles looked at her with pity.

Emma was handsome, her neck showing through her white lapels.Her hair is parted in the middle and looks so smooth, like two dark clouds, tightly pressed against the temples, the hair on both sides almost covers the tips of the ears, and before being pulled into a big bun at the back of the head, it bends in waves towards the temples .

Her cheeks were as bright as a morning rose.

She was eating, holding a small snack in her hand, her cheeks agitated slightly.

Charles noticed that her fingernails were translucent white, with pointed fingers, clearer than ivory, trimmed into an almond-shaped oval.

Ms. Gao Leng had noticed Charles' gaze, and she glanced at him coldly.Charles quickly looked away.

Her eyes are the most beautiful place. Although the pupils are brown, they look black and shiny because of the eyelashes. Although the eyes are cold, they are still attractive enough, instead they are like the light under the frost.

Charles went upstairs to take good-bye to father Rouault, and returned to the hall before he went to look for his whip.

"I've come to find my whip."

He forgot that she didn't understand at all.

Ms. Gao Leng ignored him and walked upstairs.

Charles looked at her back step by step on the steps with some disappointment.

He didn't understand the sense of loss in his heart, until she walked into the room, he looked back to look for his whip on the bed, behind the door, and under the chair.

He came again the next day, originally agreed to come back in three days.

When he came the next day, Papa Rouault praised him as a kind doctor. He was liked by Papa Rouault, and then he went to the farm every now and then.

However, although he comes here often, he rarely sees Ms. Gao Leng, unless Father Luau invites him to stay for dinner.

Ms. Gao Leng's task this time is to fulfill Emma's obsession. Emma does not want to marry Shire.

Not to mention whether Ms. Leng wants to marry Shire.

She hides from him like the plague, and stays out of the room as long as she can, just to practice French in retreat.

If Cornelius saw how Ms. Gao Leng avoided Charles, he would definitely feel that Ms. Gao Leng's treatment of him at that time was a preferential treatment for him.

Shire's current wife is a widow, aged 45, ugly, skinny, with pimples like spring buds.

Charles's mother took great pains to get this wife for Charles. This widow was supposed to be the widow of a bailiff, with an annual income of twelve hundred livres, and there were many people who wanted to marry her.

She is 20 years older than Charles, and Charles has never enjoyed the sweetness of love in her arms.

The widow quickly noticed something was wrong with Charles, and she made him swear never to go to Bertoux again.The widow loved him to death, and he gave in.

This saved Ms. Gao Leng a lot of trouble. Recently, her French has improved by leaps and bounds. When the weather is fine, she will go for a walk in the countryside with a small parasol.

During this period of time, Ms. Gao Leng discovered that Papa Luao was not suitable for farming as the novel said.He can't grow crops, he can't manage a farm, he doesn't even bother to take his hands out of his trouser pockets, but he never refuses to save money, eat well, keep a good fire, and sleep comfortably; He liked strong cider, a leg of lamb so tender and bloody, and coffee well-mixed with schnapps.He seems to have been born to enjoy the world.The farm loses money every year.He also owed a lot of money to the mason and the saddler.

It's impossible to go on like this. Father Rouault will definitely marry her to Charles Bovary casually.

Because, from Father Rouault's tone, it can be sensed that he thinks that although Charles is a little short and does not fit Tai's idea of ​​a son-in-law, everyone says that Charles has a good character, is frugal, and is knowledgeable. Well, the most important point is that he doesn't care too much about the dowry.

"That can't be done!"

Ms. Gao Leng was walking on a country road with a parasol.

Today is the snowmelt weather, the sun shines through the small umbrella of the rippled silk, reflecting the swaying bright spots on her fair face, and the water drops drop by drop on the surface of the rippled silk umbrella.

Suddenly, a bright light illuminated her foggy thoughts.

"tulip!"

She cried out in surprise.

She thought of a good way.

Now that she has mastered the art of growing tulips that Cornelius taught her, why should she not use this ability to get through this difficulty!

Just do it.

Not only does she go to the market to pick good seeds, but she also applies what she learns to grow better seeds.

She planted three yellow tulips first.

She devotes her energy to them every day.

She places great hopes on them.

On this day, she was admiring the tulips in full bloom with joy.

"Emma."

The door opened, and it was Papa Ruault.

Ms. Gao Leng turned her head and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Emma, ​​Mr. Bovary and I just talked about something concerning you."

Ms. Gao Leng's heart skipped a beat.

Charles Bovary's wife just died recently. His parents always thought that the widow was very rich, but they didn't expect her saddle to be worth less than her skinny skin. The Bovary family quarreled, and the widow was furious. died.

Papa Rouault took pity on Bovary and often invited him to the farm to relax.

Father Rouault continued: "Monsieur Bovary, he likes you very much, what do you think?"

When Father Luau said this, he was a little embarrassed.

He has selfish motives.

Emma can't do anything in the farm, she might as well marry out and be taken care of by her husband.

"Dad, I've been planting tulips recently. Look, they're blooming."

Ms. Gao Leng avoided answering, she stepped aside and completely exposed the three pots of tulips.

The three tulips were pure in color, and their shapes were as graceful as fairies on the stage. .

Papa Rouault looked surprised, and he exclaimed: "Ah! Oh! My God! Emma! You have grown such beautiful tulips!"

"We can sell them in the market, Dad, they're worth a lot."

"Yes! They must be worth a lot of money!"

Father Rouault never mentioned anything about Charles Bovary.

Although Charles Bovary was still welcomed by Father Rouault, Father Rouault never expressed his intention to let him be his son-in-law.

Ms. Gao Leng's tulip spread quickly in Tost, and the citizens' love for it swept from Tost to Paris like a tornado.

On this day, Ms. Gao Leng was moving the tulips from the balcony to the room, and the voice of the Space-Time Administration sounded again: "Mission completed, the next world "The Age of Innocence"."

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