Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

"Mr. Rochester! Adele!" Jane Eyre cried out in surprise, she squatted down, and Adela crashed into her arms like a small whirlwind.Jane Eyre touched the fluffy golden curly hair under her hand, and the joy in her heart was about to overflow.She was worried about whether she could meet Mr. Rochester in Paris!Unexpectedly, I met them on the first day!

Mr. Rochester pinched out the cigarette in his hand and strode forward.Mr. Darcy shook his hand and greeted him.

Georgiana and Sarah also hugged Adele affectionately.Adela looked at Sarah, curiously asked Georgiana what was going on in a low voice, Georgiana also stuck to her ear, and said quietly: "I will tell you slowly when I have a chance, Sarah's situation is also very complicated " Adela just nodded, reached out and grabbed Jane Eyre's hand, refusing to let go.

"Mr. Darcy, it seems that you have completely snatched 'my' tutor." Mr. Rochester patted his shoulder and joked, then extended his hand and shook hands with Jane Eyre.Mr. Darcy frowned, dissatisfied with his word "my", he quickly stood in front of Jane Eyre, seemingly unintentionally adjusted the brim of her hat that blocked her view, and prevented them from shaking hands .

Jane Eyre's attention was all attracted by the girls, and she didn't notice the confrontation between the two men.Mrs. Thompson came from the side door at this time. She arranged for the servants to move the luggage from the staircase in the side door to the master's room upstairs, and made progress to the masters. Mr. Darcy raised his eyebrows and asked Jane Eyre to take The girls went into the house and went back to the room to rest.

He and Mr. Rochester followed the ladies, and saw that they all followed Mrs. Thompson's guidance up the side stairs, carefully lifting their skirts, and the hem of the skirts rubbed against the wooden stairs, making a rustling sound. sound.He looked up at the corner of her skirt disappearing behind the corner, and said without looking aside: "Mr. Rochester, Janet is 'my' fiancée, the future mistress of Pemberley Manor."

Mr. Rochester laughed off his announcement.Mr. Darcy listened attentively to the door of the upstairs bedroom being closed, and the crisp and melodious laughter of the ladies stopped abruptly. He turned sideways and looked critically at his old friend in front of him—he was wearing a dark overcoat, and looked carefully at the Traces of being washed many times were found, and a sapphire cuff button was embedded in the sleeve.His appearance is naturally not as good as his own. His forehead and shoulders are too broad, and there are deep traces of time flowing at the end of his eyes. His skin is not fair, and it looks rough and red under the scorching French sun.

Mr. Darcy watched him with a playful look and realized that he had been played a joke.

"Mr. Darcy, congratulations!" The corners of Mr. Rochester's mouth rose slightly, and he said in an aria full of complex tones, "'Plucking the petals does not make the beauty of the flower', this flower has been transplanted from the roots. To your garden, she needs not only soil, but sunshine and free air..."

"She is my only rose."

Adele sat on the stool, her feet dangling in the air, watching curiously that Jane Eyre changed into a new rose-colored silk satin dress with the help of Lilith. Lustrous pearl jewelry.Her curly black hair was half up, and a rose-colored headband was twisted into a flower and loosely pulled up.

"Miss Love, you look even better than Miss Ingram now!" Adele's little mind suddenly remembered the lady she had seen at the banquet at Thornfield Manor for some reason.

Jane Eyre was taken aback for a moment, then put on the lace gloves.

"Really! You are like a rose!" Seeing that she didn't take it seriously, Adele added anxiously, "Miss Eyre, if I hadn't seen Georgiana just now, I almost wouldn't have recognized you!"

After hearing her words, Jane Eyre looked at herself in the mirror in surprise—she was dressed in a low-key but gorgeous way, her once pale and shriveled face was now pink, and her sunken cheeks were bulging, as if it was nourished by love , or the accumulation of wealth, her eyes are shining, and the corners of her mouth are always raised unconsciously.Compared with the figure in the thin black skirt last winter, they were indeed two completely different people.

The smile on the corner of her mouth was slightly stiff, she didn't know whether this change was good or bad?

"But Miss Ingram's temper is not comparable to yours, Miss Eyre." Adele jumped off the stool, ran to her side briskly, and hugged her waist.The two looked at each other in the mirror and smiled at each other.

Lilith didn't know who they were talking about, and silently cleaned up the mess on the table.

Jane Eyre patted Adele on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's go down, gentlemen must have been waiting." Adela nodded, took her hand and went out together. They were in Georgiana's They stayed at the door for a while, and after meeting Georgiana and Sarah, the three went downstairs together.

Mr. Rochester and Mr. Darcy were already sitting in the drawing-room.The large living room is completely French-style - fuchsia sofas, printed carpets and fireplaces are arranged symmetrically. Next to the large and airy windows, white rose pink and green flowered curtains are gently swinging in the wind. This color scheme It reminds Jane Eyre of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence.Instead of the usual portraits in England, the gilded frames on the walls are imitations of Géricault's The Raft of the Medusa and Delacroix's Liberty Leading the People.Jane Eyre's ability to recognize these two paintings at a glance also depends on the education in the history textbooks of the previous life.

Mr. Rochester sat leaning on the sofa as usual, with his legs crossed casually, looking down at the picture album in his hand.And Mr. Darcy was writing a letter with a pen and paper and several envelopes stacked beside him.Jane Eyre was surprised that the two did not greet each other and went about their own business.

Jane Eyre sat next to Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy dropped the pen in his hand, hugging her and relaxing on the back of the chair together.

"I thought you must have a lot to say, Mr. Darcy." Jane Eyre looked at his open neckline, her eyes wandering, "Aren't you going to change your clothes?"

"That's exactly what I mean, my dear." Mr. Darcy pinched her fingers, "Mr. Rochester is a 'guest', treat him well, as hosts we must not be rude." He got up and put the pen and paper casually In front of Jane Eyre, she picked up the coat hanging on the armrest, bent down and kissed her forehead lightly, and went upstairs.

The "guest" chuckled irresistibly, and the face of the "host" turned red.

The girls sat on the rug and talked about the Egyptian vases and Indian candlesticks on the table.Jane Eyre looked at Adele who was chattering, and couldn't help laughing: "Adela must be very happy in Paris. I think she doesn't want to go back to England."

"Oh! This heartless one!" Mr. Rochester squinted his eyes, "They all have their own lives, forget about me!"

These words are strange!Jane Eyre heard the half-joking complaints, and laughed out loud: "Mr. Rochester, I think you are accusing me! Well, I accept your accusation—but I still want to explain a few words for myself."

"Then please excuse yourself, Miss Jane."

"I found my uncle in the Madeira Islands, oh no, I should say my 'father' now! John was in trouble at that time, and the difficulties here were explained in a few words—"

"It seems that Mr. Darcy has rescued the beauty?" Mr. Rochester raised his tone.

"...Yes." Jane Eyre nodded, and Georgiana's ears perked up when she heard her brother's name.

"John also intends to return to England. After we arranged the affairs of Madeira, we returned to England together and bought a manor in Hertfordshire. Unfortunately, when Mr. Darcy went to pick up Georgiana from school, you and Adele have come to France."

"What a pity!" Mr. Rochester took out a cigar. He didn't light it, but just put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly.

Adele raised her head at this moment: "Miss Eyre! Mr. Rochester told me the other day that you are coming to France, I am very happy! Can I stay and sleep with Georgiana today?" Her blue eyes Staring at Jane Eyre expectantly, Jane Eyre looked at Mr. Rochester in surprise: "You know I'm coming?"

"Of course! Of course." He repeated impatiently. "Mr. Baudouin has repeatedly whispered your name in my ear, and I dare not even go to the club again—"

"Do you know Mr. Baudouin?!" Jane Eyre couldn't control her volume and cried out. She covered her mouth, "Could it be that you recommended my work to him? This is really..."

"Miss Jane, why have you become so startled!" Mr. Rochester waved his hand to the servant to pour him tea, "I didn't bother to say good things for you! Mr. Baudouin and I are old friends, but He is a meticulous person, and if he hadn't been raving excitedly in the club after being drunk, I wouldn't have known that the 'new star' he was referring to was you!"

Jane Eyre didn't know how much of this statement was true and how much was false.

"Oh! Another suspicious look!" Mr. Rochester took a sip of tea and moistened his throat, "I don't need to tell such lies! Adele, don't look at me like that, if you want to stay Come down and live, first ask the hostess if she agrees!"

"Of course the mistress has no reason to refuse," said Mr. Darcy, fastening his cuff-links as he hurried down the stairs.He strode across the sofa, sat beside Jane Eyre, and stretched his arms in front of her.Jane Eyre was stunned for a moment, then recovered and buttoned the cuff buttons inlaid with rose-colored gemstones for him.

Perfectly cut rose-colored stones complemented her gown.

Adele cried out excitedly, and the three girls made an appointment to sleep together at night, just like in school.

After finishing dinner here, Mr. Rochester did not accept Mr. Darcy and Jane Eyre's persuasion, and walked home alone with a lamp. Jane Eyre stood at the door of the house and heard Pilot's familiar cry from a distance.In the dark night, among the overlapping trees, one could faintly see lights lit up in the house not far away.

A gust of wind blew by, and Jane Eyre touched her arm. Just as she was about to turn her head and walk into the warm room, she felt a piece of warmth sticking to her back, and a pair of hands wrapped around her waist. "Tomorrow we will visit Mr. Rochester together," he said.

Jane Eyre nodded, and the sounds of girls screaming and fighting came from the crack of the door behind her.

"And Mr. Baudouin, they are all my nobles." Jane Eyre added, "You are even more so, Mr. Darcy."

The author has something to say: "Picking off the petals, you can't get the beauty of the flower." This is a poem by Tagore. Although Tagore was a master in the second half of the nineteenth century, this poem is so good... No matter what I must use it here qwq

A chapter of warmth and red chicken.The rivalry between Mr. Rochester and Mr. Darcy made me scream, and I regained some feeling.