The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

"Looks like a wandering artist?" Doris picked up Mrs. Strauss' unfinished words.

After hearing her description, Mrs. Strauss laughed softly, touched Doris's hair, and joked: "Your description is novel and accurate!"

The youths rode their horses, getting closer and closer to the manor, and their speed also slowed down.They laughed and fought happily, as if they were surrounded by a wave of heat, blowing towards their faces.

The leader is a young man in exquisite riding clothes. His eyebrows are flying, and he seems to be the "leader" of a group of people. From the perspective of his master, it is obvious that he is the heir of this manor, Mr. Edward Jr.Beside him is the wandering artist Doris is familiar with——Jack.

Behind the two of them, there were several young men with the same good looks. They held shotguns in their hands, and the valet beside them hung live animals that were still bleeding.

The young people soon came to the side gate of the manor, jumped off their horses neatly, handed over the reins to the waiting coachman and servants, and walked towards the side gate of the manor talking and laughing while tearing off their sleeves.

Jack seemed to have told some kind of joke, and several noble youths laughed up and down.The young artist also smiled reservedly, his golden hair gleaming in the sun.

He glanced at the three people behind the window from the corner of his eye, first moved his eyes away, then seemed to think of something, turned his face sideways and narrowed his eyes to look carefully.

The corners of Doris' mouth curled up, and she waved at him.

"You know him?" Mrs. Strauss asked in surprise, looking down at Doris.

Doris nodded: "We met once, madam. He is... a very smart person."

The butler's voice was calm: "Mr. Dawson is indeed a smart man. Not only has he become a friend of little Mr. Edward, he is also quite appreciated by the Countess."

"Such a beautiful and intelligent young man is always liked." Mrs. Strauss covered her lips with her fan, "Come on, Doris, I think we can meet him later. "

The butler bowed slightly, and continued to lead the two guests to the small living room.

When Jack saw Doris waving slightly towards him, he was sure that this was someone he knew, so he smiled big and waved his arms towards her.

Edward followed his line of sight, and saw a girl with an angelic face looking in their direction by the window.

"Who is she?" murmured little Edward.

"What?" Jack didn't catch him.

"I said, who is that girl?" Little Edward finally came back to his senses at this moment, his eyes were shining in the sun, Jack looked at his friend, and his mouth grew wide in shock.

"Doris." Jack said with his urging eyes, "Miss Doris Boardman, but, my friend, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

"Doris..." Little Edward read the name, not paying attention to the second part of Jack's sentence.

"Edward, Miss Doris has many suitors." Jack reminded.

Little Edward smiled nonchalantly: "Jack, am I going to lose to someone else? Unless he is a prince!"

"Oh! That's not necessarily the case."

Cal Hockley is by no means a suave prince, he is a dragon, the dragon that guards the princess.

Once someone covets his princess, he will spew raging fire.

Doris followed Mrs. Strauss to a gate. The two male servants in front of the gate saluted respectfully and opened the heavy gate.

This is a small living room. The moment the door was opened, there were laughter and laughter from the ladies.Directly opposite the door was a fireplace, which was of course sealed at this time.In front of the fireplace was a huge sofa, draped in champagne-gold lace netting, flanked by armchairs for one and two.

The fluffy skirts of the ladies lay quietly on the edge of the sofa, and the folds shone softly in the bright sunlight.

As soon as Mrs. Strauss stepped into the small living room, she was grabbed by the wrist by the oncoming lady.

"You are finally here, Mrs. Strauss! You are the last one to arrive, we have been waiting for you!" The young woman's voice was light and lively.

Mrs. Strauss accepted her "accusation" and apologized to the wives with a smile. Of course, the wives were just joking, and after a few laughs, they let her go.

Mrs. Strauss turned around and pushed Doris in front of her.

"This is my little friend, Miss Doris Boardman."

"Oh! What a lovely child!" Countess Rose, who was sitting in the center of the sofa, looked at her lovingly. "Come closer, child, and let me take a good look at you."

Under Mrs. Strauss' encouraging eyes, Doris steered the wheelchair around the coffee table and came to the countess.

"Ma'am, good day." Doris greeted the countess with the scrutinizing eyes of the ladies in the room.

"I hear your accent, you are not British, you are also from the United States?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm from New York."

Countess Rose nodded: "It seems that you are about to go back on the Titanic? How long have you been in England?"

"I came in early January."

"Ah! It's been more than three months! Mrs. Strauss, it's your fault, why didn't you bring Doris to our party sooner? The poor child..."

"Countess, Doris and I have only known each other not long ago!" Mrs. Strauss sat down beside the Countess, and the maid quickly poured black tea for her.

"Soon?" The Countess rolled her eyes, "It can be seen that you like Doris very much."

"She's a good kid," Mrs. Strauss emphasized. "A strong and talented kid."

Mrs. Strauss looked at Doris: "Would you like to talk to everyone about a song? Doris, the performance you played with your brother on the Titanic yesterday was really wonderful!"

The countess understood: "I am looking forward to it very much."

Of course Doris did not refuse. She knew Mrs. Strauss' kindness was to let her show her abilities so that she would not be underestimated.

"Come to anything! There's a piano there." The countess pointed, and the maid looked winkingly, and immediately walked to the side of the towering bookcase, took a huge wine-red velvet cover, and revealed a black piano. upright piano.

"It's my pleasure, ma'am." Doris nodded.

The ladies were whispering and exchanging eyes, but Doris couldn't understand their fan language.She manipulated the wheelchair and came to the piano.The two maids worked together to move the heavy piano stool to make room for her.

Doris put her hands on the keys, and stepped on the pedals with both feet—of course, the strength of stepping on the pedals is not as painful as the soles of the feet standing on the ground.

The voices of the ladies communicating in her ears became weaker and weaker. Doris imagined the wonderful English pastoral style she saw just now in front of the window in the corridor, and pressed the keys.

Smooth notes fell from the keys, and the ups and downs of the tune slowly unfolded. The ladies all stopped talking at this moment.

Doris's music has never had a fixed tune. Her two fingers slid across the keys like caressing a lover. Sometimes the crisp sound was like birdsong and stream water, and sometimes the thick pad sound was like the gentle spring breeze. The jumping ditty is like a deer jumping in the forest...

The scenes in Doris' mind were all abstracted through the sound of the piano, making everyone feel the leisurely, tranquil and energetic.

Suddenly, the living room door was slammed open.

The sound interrupted Doris' vision, and she frowned and paused her fingers.She looked at the door angrily, only to see that handsome and noble young man strode in.

Doris' piano sound stopped, the ladies also opened their eyes, and their thoughts returned to reality.

The countess looked towards the door, and the young man walked to her side with a smile on his face and hugged her.The Countess half-jokingly reprimanded: "You came in so recklessly and interrupted Miss Boardman's performance, Edward, you have to apologize to her!"

Edward stood up and turned his face sideways in Doris' direction.He walked in front of Doris, bent down gracefully, and saluted.

"Miss Boardman, I'm so sorry to disturb your pleasure. I stopped at the door for a long time, thinking that my grandmother was using the record player I just sent!"

Doris looked at him without saying a word.

"Ah! Don't you know what a record player is? Of course, it's a novelty! I asked a friend to buy me a wonderful record player at a high price. With vinyl records, you can hear without limit—"

"I know what a record player is, Mr. Rose." Doris squinted and interrupted him, "My brother and I are very familiar with it, but its current sound quality and technology are far from It is far from the point where the sound quality of playback can be faked."

Doris ruthlessly exposed his excuses, and Edward was taken aback for a moment, but what made him most unbelievable was that the girl in front of him had the beauty to seduce men of all ages, but her voice was so hoarse and piercing Like the whisper of a demon.

The rough voice rolled past his eardrums like sand.

Little Edward almost couldn't control the gentleman's expression.

"Edward, come sit beside me and meet your aunt." The countess' voice saved him.

Little Mr. Edward turned around immediately: "I'm sorry, Grandma. My friends are still waiting for me downstairs—Auntie, long time no see, you still look so beautiful."

He went forward and embraced the lady next to the countess.

Doris snorted coldly in her heart, and closed the piano lid neatly.She hated being disturbed when she was playing, and this time, the man who brought her back to reality from the state of enjoying music suddenly - he had a handsome face and elegant demeanor, but there was an imperceptible possessiveness in his eyes want.

Such possessiveness made Doris very uncomfortable.

No idea how he could be friends with Jack!Doris frowned, thinking to herself, that wandering painter Jack's soul was clean and transparent, and his green eyes were clear and clean, clearly completely different from him!

Doris manipulated the wheelchair and came to Mrs. Strauss's side. She patted Doris on the shoulder comfortingly.

After talking with his grandmother, little Edward got up and turned to leave, when he met Doris's blue eyes - and the wheelchair under her.

Shock and unconcealable distaste leaked from his wide eyes.

'This man is a hundred times worse than the original Cal Hockley! ' thought Doris angrily.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-1423:59:25~2020-05-1523:51:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: when will one be forgotten;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!