[Sense and Sensibility] Worth having

What is utility?If she is still in her own world, she is still a strong woman, why should she rely on others?Utilitarianism is nothing but the last weapon for the weak to protect themselves.

Mrs. Dashwood nodded, as if about to say something, but Eleanor held her back.Christo saw it all, she saw it.She knew that she hadn't been very gregarious, but she didn't expect that their evaluation of her would be 'utilitarian'!

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward, and Marianne stared at the pattern on the sofa, determined not to look back.Eleanor held Mrs. Dashwood tightly, wishing she would be silent.Margaret looked helplessly at Eleanor, then at Christo...

Christo didn't want to stay longer in such an environment, so she ran out of the house with her skirt in hand.

The grass after the rain exudes a fresh smell, which is quite refreshing. At least Christo managed to hold back the tears that were about to flow down.She ran for a short distance, and when she turned around, she could no longer see home, which calmed her down a little.

She walked aimlessly, just like many afternoons when she was a child, and the tutor sneered coldly at her study progress. She stubbornly insisted not to suppress Marianne with an adult level, and then went to the Norland Manor curled up on the lawn.Who would know these?Who would have known that she really wanted to fully integrate into this world, instead of being like this now, half drifting with the crowd and half watching with cold eyes.

The green grass was turned into scattered pieces as she paced, the verdant green stained Christo's white skirt, and her shoes were inevitably stained with mud.Occasionally, a group of birds can be seen flying by in the sky, perhaps startled by a shotgun, or just an ordinary migration.

Unknowingly, she walked to a small lake.Cattail grass, reeds, and lakes reminded her of the materials that are still drying at home and have not yet been woven. When will they be ready?She had already given up the idea of ​​having a good relationship with Marianne, and she didn't even want to sit with her and do handicrafts that were not pleasing to the eye.This kind of naive thought should be washed away with the previous heavy rain!Marianne was no longer a child.

She calmed down and comforted herself, this is the countryside, so why bother to be so rigid!He simply rolled up the long skirt half an inch, and then strode towards the lake.The tiny pebbles by the lake became the perfect toy to vent depression at this time, which reminded Christo of her childhood in her previous life.

——Unrestrained and free, you can spend an afternoon just floating in the water, or staring at the water in a daze.Of course, she can still do it now, there is no one around at this time, only the quiet lake with the reflection of the blue sky and white clouds.

She tossed a small flat pebble onto the calm water as if it shattered the sky. "—Plop...Plop...Plop" The stone simply jumped a few times before sinking straight into the water.

But she got fun from it, so much so that she took out the posture of filling the lake, and threw pieces into the water.It wasn't until she threw out the last stone that she could find around her, and the stone floated seven or eight times on the water, that she reluctantly threw it into the water.

This is a wonderful feeling. At this moment, she seems to be linked to her unknown past through a mysterious trajectory. No one will disturb her. I only hope that the years will be quiet.

She hummed a hymn slowly.Pop music didn't seem to match this kind of scene, and she didn't forget that she was still standing in a foreign land, although China, at the same time, was not her hometown yet.Therefore, hymns are the most suitable at this time. Although the clear and pure arias are not suitable, they are still pleasant enough.

When Colonel Brandon led his horse to the lake, he saw such a scene. ——A girl with blond hair sang hymns by the river, her voice was clear, her manners were natural, and she was a little illusory and drifted by the withered rushes and reeds.

At first, he guessed that it was Miss Marianne, after all, her singing at Sir John's house was impressive, but he finally decided that it was Miss Crystal.

Marianne's aria was full of enthusiasm, and she sang hymns full of hope, but the singing of the girl in front of her had a kind of silence.The former crashed against the shore, while the latter reined in the cliff, which is a completely different style.

Colonel Brandon didn't read much poetry, but at this moment he suddenly thought of a poem that his comrades in arms often recited: the rippling west sea, milky white stones, and crystal sapphires.There is a woman with flying blond hair who rides a horse on the top of a high cliff. I fell in love with her for 10 minutes...she also loved me sincerely. *

The sound of dry grass being trampled was particularly obvious, and Christo's singing stopped abruptly.She looked back to where the voice came from, and Colonel Brandon stood there at some point.

She immediately adjusted her standing posture, and put down the skirt that she had pulled up with a subtle movement.She saw Colonel Brandon salute from a distance, so she also stood in place and returned the salute.When returning the gift, seeing his dirty skirt and shoes, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Is it Miss Christophe?" Colonel Brandon approached a little, and then became more sure of his judgment.

"Yes, good day, Colonel Brandon. I was just walking around, and the smell of grass after the rain is always relaxing. To be honest, I'm not quite used to the country weather, it just rained heavily , I think it won’t rain again in a short time.”

"Weather in the country is still pretty regular. I think if you stay here a little longer you'll become an expert at it. It sure doesn't look like it's going to rain today, it's not as unpredictable as in London. "

Talking about the truth that the weather is always the same, Christo can use this time to calm down a little bit, and Colonel Brandon can also keep himself from being too eager or abrupt.

"London? I heard that it is a very prosperous place. Have you ever been there? The weather there really changes a lot? And you have been to India. I think the last time you used spicy to describe the weather there is really wonderful. Can you explain in more detail?" Christo also took a few steps closer, standing there stupidly seemed a bit cramped, it would be better to get closer and let herself be more active.She slowly found her state and hid all her emotions.

Colonel Blanton accompanied Christo for a stroll by the lake, and then told some stories about geography and humanities.He used to think that the twins looked a lot like his first love, but now it seems that they are two completely different people.He has a feeling of falling in love again, but this time the object seems more reserved.

Yes, implicitly.She was the girl who stood beside Mrs. Jennings and joked, and she was the one who sang by the lake, and now, as they walked by the lake, he could feel the boundaries she drew—the weather, the people.There was nothing more, and it was probably wise, not to talk about poems he was not familiar with, or about herself.

But Colonel Brandon still diverted the topic to other directions: "Are you sisters deeply interested in singing! Your hymn just now is really beautiful!"

"Thank you for your compliment. I want to sing more, and it's Marian's strength. I don't have much interest in this aspect. It's just that my voice is not bad, and I can sing occasionally."

Brandon was a little disappointed.He stood beside Christo and walked slowly back with her, his horse quietly followed behind him, and his conversation did not make any further progress.He always felt that at this time, Christo seemed to be covered with a veil. She hid things related to her too well, which was a little different from when she sang just now.Except for the piano and singing she has performed, she doesn't seem to show any stories of herself anymore.

Although Brandon had been disheartened for a while, the shadow of his first love made him stay away from society for a while.But that doesn't mean he doesn't know what teenage girls talk about.They will discuss those moving and gorgeous poems, exquisite jewelry and fashionable dresses, their own talents, and even praise for the beauty of a landscape.But none of that came up in their conversation.

There was a pause in the conversation when Cristo realized that Colonel Brandon had finished summarizing what he had seen in India.This cognition made her a little dumbfounded, after all, her understanding of India in her previous life was far from being able to be finished in just a few words.

"I read in a book that: India has a long history and is one of the earliest civilizations in the world, and the Indus River is the birthplace of its civilization. You know that Margaret has been obsessed with human geography recently, but she hopes She wants to travel around the world, and she wants to go to the East recently. Of course, it’s all a child’s good hope. Why don’t you just call me Christo, I think we are already a little familiar.”

"During the war, the Indus River was not so popular. People there like to be buried in water. When we first arrived there, everyone who drank there felt uncomfortable. Only the local people got used to it."

"However, the style of clothing there is also very distinctive. There are various styles and patterns of saris. When they walk on the street, the saris on the back of their shoulders flutters in the wind, which is very elegant. I noticed that women wearing saris have no They don’t show their waists. They know their own aesthetics, and even colonization can’t change this style.”

"I don't pay attention to this point. After all, there will be no gorgeously dressed ladies on the battlefield. Your description seems more appropriate than what I have seen with my own eyes. Frankly speaking, I didn't know that such clothes have a unique name .”

"Colonel Brandon, that's a fine quality. I think if you were the kind of soldier who went around and didn't want to fight, you wouldn't get what you're doing. Besides, these things are all bits and pieces. Little knowledge, I just saw it by chance, no matter how gorgeous the written description is, it is just the icing on the cake, what really records the progress of the times is the plain and detailed historical data, you are creating these things.”

It is rare to speak freely. Although Christo has avoided some overly violent words, her words are undoubtedly a manifestation—her views are different enough, and perhaps she can be called a It is deviant.

The author has something to say: *British writer Thomas Hardy's famous article in memory of his dead wife.

Hardy's time was the nineteenth century, and here the times move forward.