Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

Jane Eyre looked at the letter in her hand, wondering what Miss Bennet wanted to say to her?They are not familiar, but Jane Eyre and Elizabeth are more familiar.

Mr. Darcy considerately asked Jane Eyre to go back to the room to read the letter, and he and Bingley discussed the follow-up matters together.Mr. Bingley has a gentle personality, but he lacks his own opinions. Mr. Darcy can't help but think more about his friend.

Jane Eyre nodded, and after a simple curtsey, she ordered Lilith to entertain the two gentlemen before going back to her room.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror by the window, and opened the strange letter.She just pulled out the letter paper, and saw the handwriting on the crease, and her heart skipped a beat—the handwriting was inexplicably familiar!It was clearly written on the wrapped note on the "flying horizontal stone" that Mr. Darcy blocked that night!

She shook the envelope again, and a note fell out of it, with Miss Bennet's correct and delicate handwriting on it.She told Jane Eyre that Lydia found her suddenly at night and asked her to give Jane Eyre a letter.Said it was an apology for what happened before.Miss Bennet was so happy that the little sister really realized her mistake!She happily enveloped Lydia's envelope, intending to find a chance to give it to her—it just so happened that Mr. Bingley came to the door today.Miss Bennet asks Jane Eyre to be magnanimous and forgive a girl who intends to reform herself.

After pondering for a moment, Jane Eyre opened the letter paper.

"Dear Miss Eyre, please allow me to call you like this. I am Lydia Bennet, and I am... 30 years old this year." Jane Eyre's pupils shrank instantly—as expected!

"Hope it doesn't scare you, you can also take this as the incoherent speech of a lunatic who has lost her mind in the endless torture and tore her soul."

"I'm sure you'll understand me, I don't know who you are - that's the strangest thing. If you get what I mean, read on. If you have no idea, then use a Burn the flames, burn all my nonsense."

Jane Eyre turned to the next page.

"I am a man who has lived once, and I know exactly what will happen next - that man, George Wickham, will ruin my life. The last memory I have before I die is that in the cold winter, In the middle of the night, the door of the dilapidated house was kicked open, and he smelled of alcohol with another woman—I know who she is, she and I competed for business on the street, often fighting, tearing scalps and clothes. Yes, we are wandering warblers."

"I can't understand her—maybe I'm jealous of her? Haha, Miss Love, you must think it's ridiculous that one warbler is jealous of another? Yes, because she has never felt the pain of falling from heaven to hell."

"George... no, Wickham is a scum! He lured me out of the fertile ground, broke my roots, and put me in his dark cell. I loved him, and I used mine All in love with him. As long as his eyes touch mine, his soft and delicate hands touch my face, I can't resist, even if he scars me, as long as he holds me , I don’t feel pain in going to hell together—”

After reading another page, Jane Eyre frowned, she didn't understand what Lydia said about love.Lydia's tone was calmer than she expected, not as hysterical as she had guessed earlier.

Jane Eyre pursed her lips and turned to the next page.

"—but he kicked me down the fire pit by himself, but he wanted to grab the angel's skirt and ascend to heaven. This is too ridiculous, Miss Eyre!"

"He wanted my child, and I gave it to him. But he sold it to a black-hearted factory in a blink of an eye. My poor little Tom, who was only eight years old! He left his mother and went to heaven!" The handwriting here is It was a mess, and Jane Eyre barely discerned it, probably some curse words. Lydia seemed to maintain her composure, and drew two strokes vigorously, making the lump of writing even more difficult to read.

"I live like a walking corpse. He is addicted to gambling and drinking, and his wages are always squandered on the day they are paid. He makes me go out to work-but, Miss Eyre, with my hands, There is only one job that a face like this can do."

"Gradually, he got a new hobby—watching me work. He used all the money I earned to have fun—my opponent took my husband from me easily, my money."

"In the last night, I insulted this pair of sluts for a terrible death! But, I was the one who died! My 'husband' personally stabbed a knife into my heart! At the last moment, I used all of my soul With all his strength, he spit out the last mouthful of blood from his throat on his body."

"I'm dead, but I'm alive again."

"I have revenge."

Jane Eyre's heartbeat was so fast that she could hardly breathe!She couldn't wait to turn to the last page, and the handwriting here turned into terrifying bright red again: "Miss Love, you must be terrified seeing this. Don't be afraid! The vine of hatred has been completely cut off, and I feel incomparable now It’s good to be relaxed and my soul floats. I can still see the young and beautiful faces of my sisters through these eyes occasionally, and occasionally when I’m asleep, my sanity is slowly returning. I’ve never been so happy.”

"I wrote this letter while little Lydia was asleep. I don't know why I have such trust in you, Miss Love, maybe it's because I have never seen you before. Are you the variable?"

"Are those painful memories just a dream? Now the dream has finally woken up."

Jane Eyre closed her eyes and closed the letter.After a long time, she took a deep breath, let out a foul breath, lit the candle, and burned the letter.

Did that crazy Lydia really exist?Maybe it was really just a dream of little Lydia?

In ancient times, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, which one is reality and which one is a dream?

——However, she no longer has any obsession with it.No matter whether the previous life was really just a dream, or she really "transmigrated" to a new world.All she can do is to live in the present moment and live a life that can be grasped.

She looked at herself in the mirror. This face was completely different from the one she had seen in the past twenty years, but now she was getting used to looking at it.She recalled that when she first came to this world, Miss Ai was silent and silent, learning every word and deed from the original novel, for fear of making mistakes.She knew Miss Eyre's words by heart, but when she saw Mr. Rochester confided to her, she couldn't help but say those "shocking" words in her heart.

However, she is not Jane Eyre. She and Mr. Darcy fall in love and are about to enter a new chapter of life.And Mr. Rochester also liberated himself, liberating all black memories.

Suddenly, the sound of a carriage sounded outside. Jane Eyre got up, opened the window and looked out, and the carriage from Netherfield Gardens was slowly approaching on the road.The carriage soon stopped in front of the gate, and John was helped out of the carriage by Wayne.

Jane Eyre was taken aback. John rode a horse the last few times when he went out, and it was fine. She thought John's legs were all healed.She looked up, and there were thick dark clouds floating in the sky, and the distant gray and black gradually pressed in.

"It's going to rain!" cried the servant in the garden.

Jane Eyre adjusted her clothes and hurried downstairs. Georgiana and Miss Bingley also heard the voice and came out of the room.

Mr. Darcy heard the familiar voice coming down the stairs behind him, turned around and held out his hand to her. "John's knee hurts. I have asked the servant to bring in the doctor—he is a kind-hearted man, and he is treating the farmers in the village." Jane Eyre nodded.

John frowned, sitting on the sofa.He clutched his knee, apparently trying to bear the pain.Jane Eyre was very anxious, and asked Lilith to wring out a hot towel, and the two of them knelt at his feet to warm him up.

After a few minutes, John coughed heavily, and said, "I'm much better, Janet, come sit beside me." He pointed to his side, and Jane Eyre had to sit down.

"We searched all over the town today, but we still found nothing. It seems that the culprit has already escaped. Mr. Philip insisted on continuing the investigation, but Sir Lucas believed that this was a love affair. The murderer only targeted threats. It's just Mr Cobham, it's not worth disturbing the residents any longer."

"Wickham seems to have lost half of his soul, and now he is trembling and unable to speak. The doctor said that he may also have hurt his brain, and wanted to treat him with morphine. But that thing is too addictive. Taking it for a long time is a huge waste." John looked at Mr. Darcy, meaning.

Mr. Darcy had previously promised to bear all of Wickham's treatment expenses, and he had the final say on how to treat him.He pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Just do what the doctor said. I will send a carriage to take him to the countryside in Derbyshire and put him in custody."

Jane Eyre frowned, but didn't say much.At this time, medical skills are underdeveloped, and she is not good at it, so she can only follow the doctor's advice. "His illness sounds like he has been poisoned." Jane Eyre wanted to say that he was poisoned, but there seems to be no such term here.

Mr. Darcy touched his nose and snorted coldly: "Perhaps! With his character, it is very possible that he offended more than one person."

"Since Mr. Darcy has given a solution, then we don't have to worry about it." John asked Lilith to bring him a purse, and pulled out a letter from it, "I wanted to go to Suo in person. Mo, it seems that this time I can only hand it over to my subordinates."

"Saumer? French Saumer?" asked Mr. Bingley curiously.

"Yes, our winery in Madeira intends to enter the French market. Saumur is the largest wine city there. I have contacted Mr. Grandet—oh! Miss Grandet is now in charge— , want to do a business with the locals.”

"John, I'm just going to tell you about this! I accepted Mr. Baudouin's invitation to attend the Art Salon in Paris, and Miss Grandet will also appear at the scene. Perhaps, I can help you solve this matter! "

"Are you going alone? Then I don't worry."

Mr. Darcy took a step forward: "John, if you agree, I intend to go to France with Janet. I don't want to miss every moment of her."

John looked at him and nodded after thinking for a long time.

The author has something to say: After writing this chapter and throwing it into the manuscript box, it is already four o'clock in the morning, and I feel dizzy.