gentleman's manor

I was dazed for a long time, staring blankly at the big man in front of me.

The other party became impatient, and frowned and looked at me: "What's your answer? Mr. Constantine."

"Uh..." He wanted to invite me to his house for Christmas, why?

"I know we had a little misunderstanding before. Although I don't think I'm wrong, but as a gentleman, my upbringing requires me to be lenient, so I can ignore your offense to me, and I am willing to invite you to my house to share with you My family members spend the festival together. You don’t have to feel panic, although you are only the son of a squire, but I accept you on behalf of my family, the Earl of Femont’s family is famous for their hospitality.” He announced aloofly.

This kid has been rambling for a long time, but I probably understand what he means.It's probably because my young master forgives you regardless of past suspicions, and my lord invited you to my house in large numbers, yet you still accept the gift with sincerity and trepidation.

Why is this child so awkward at such a young age? I couldn't help but twitch my face.

At that time, I didn't realize that, for Edward, he had let go of his reserve and lowered his noble head to make a solemn apology. I don't know how long he had been brewing this apology, and he spoke very fast.

"Excuse me, I'm afraid I can't accept your invitation." I refused him without thinking.

"Oh!" He raised his chin and faced me, tightly pursing the corners of his mouth. It took a long time before he spoke: "May I take the liberty to ask why? You hate me?"

For some reason, I feel a little wronged by his voice.

"I don't hate you, I'm just apprehensive about going to your house for vacation without permission," I said.

He became anxious: "You don't have to be nervous, my family is very kind, you are my friend, they will welcome you."

"Sorry, I've already made my decision."

He lowered his head in disappointment and didn't speak for a long time.

I felt a little pitiful for him, so I said, "When I come back from Christmas, I will prepare a present for you."

He jerked his head up to look at me.

"You just said I was your friend, I hope I'm not mistaken." I smiled at him.

"Of course, of course." He looked at me excitedly, but he seemed to feel disrespectful, so he quickly restrained his smile, and said with a straight face: "I am very glad to resolve the past suspicions with you and gain your friendship, I will remember On this important day today, I am deeply impressed by your profound sense of righteousness and polite demeanor."

I really want to reply to him, I am also impressed by your careful words and pretentiousness, but when the words come out of your mouth, it becomes: "It is also my honor."

"Without friends, you will feel lonely spending Christmas alone, but don't worry too much, I will come back to spend time with you as soon as possible." He bowed slightly to me.

I thought he just said a few words on the scene, who knew that he stayed home for three days, and came back in a hurry after spending the festival.He ran to look for me as soon as he entered the door, so he was still wearing a thick black cloak with a layer of snow on it.

"As you can see, I will keep my promise and come to accompany my friend as soon as possible. I hope you will not be too lonely when you are alone." He said casually, but no matter what, he couldn't hide that he didn't even have time to take off his cloak fact.

"Hehe, welcome, Mr. Fermont, you've worked hard all the way, it's cold outside." I said with a smile.

He frowned and said, "You should call me Edward, and I allow you not to call me 'you'."

It seemed like all of a sudden it became very intimate, and I wasn't ready for it, but happy nonetheless.The pure friendship between children is very precious. This noble boy may be a little arrogant, but he is not hypocritical. This alone is worth cherishing.

After Christmas, the sky began to snow profusely. Last night, there was even a rare heavy snowfall. There was a thick layer outside the door, which could submerge a person's calf.

I looked out through the glass window, snowflakes were flying outside, the roof of the school’s pointed pagoda was covered with white cotton gauze, the tree branches were bare, each branch was black and white, showing a rare charm, full of unique flavor beauty.

I don't like winter, let alone snow.

Snow may bring rare beauty and joy to the rich, but it is a cruel reminder to the poor who have nothing to eat and clothing.In the cold winter, there is no firewood to keep warm and no food to satisfy the hunger. The lowly people can only curl up in the corner and wait for the order of death.I used to work in a sweatshop, and I have seen countless homeless people, old people and children who froze to death in the slums. I felt pity for them, but there was nothing I could do.

"You look in a bad mood, what are you thinking?" Edward, who was sitting across from me, asked me.

We sat in the small living room with a fireplace, each occupying a sofa, and the other holding a book. It was a very leisurely afternoon, but he looked bored, trying to raise the topic over and over again.

"I feel that the weather is very gloomy, and I'm afraid it will snow soon." I said.

"I'm afraid it is. This winter is very cold. I heard that many people died of freezing in the suburbs of London. The government also opened shelters. My father also donated a sum of money for this." He said.

"Your father is really a generous man." I admired. Compared with those who are rich and unkind, those who give money to the poor are generous and good people.

"Of course." Edward said proudly.

After staring at each other silently for a while, I lowered my head and continued reading.

After a long time, I heard him say again: "What book are you reading?"

"The Land of Count Velas, a novel," I said.

"I've read this book, and I think its author is a cynic. The whole book is full of impassioned attacks on social institutions and aristocratic systems. What surprised me the most is that he described too much carnal and eroticism. The kind protagonist died on the bed of a prostitute, maybe he is just a pessimist." Edward expressed his views endlessly.

I looked at him for a while and said, "Your point of view is very insightful, but Edward, when others are still reading novels, you shouldn't tell the ending of the story in advance."

His face immediately froze, and he said in embarrassment: "Sorry, I will pay attention to it in the future."

However, a failed strike-up did not discourage him, and he asked me again: "Are you bored? Do you want to go out and have fun? How about we go horseback riding together?"

"Now? The snow outside is a foot thick. I'm not as good at riding as you are. I'm afraid I'll break my neck when I ride a horse on a day like this." I smiled helplessly.

He seemed annoyed at his stupid suggestion, and kept silent for a long time, and I was finally able to read quietly.

The room was warm, with the occasional crackling fire in the fireplace.

A footman refills our hot tea, before lighting the candles on the wall with a long torch.

I finally finished reading this book, sighed a long time, looked up inadvertently, and found that Edward on the opposite side was looking at me, I don’t know how long he had been looking at me, the book on my lap was still open with only a few pages open degree.Noticing that I was looking at him, he quickly lowered his head to the book, and his face suddenly turned red.

I didn't think it was polite to snub him like this, so I said, "It's still a while before dinner, how about we play cards?"

He raised his head and said, "If you like it, I will naturally accompany you."

In fact, I haven't played poker much, but I didn't expect my luck to be good. We played several hands, and I won all of them, which made me feel very happy.

"How about we raise the stakes?" He suddenly made a suggestion.

I stopped and looked at him. He smiled slyly at me, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and said a little arrogantly, "Why? Don't you dare?"

"It's not that I don't dare, you know I'm very poor and I don't have much money." I said.

"No money, let's gamble on something else." His icy blue eyes stared at me: "How about the loser agree to the winner with a non-excessive request?"

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

This time I played very carefully, but my luck suddenly turned bad, and I quickly lost to him.

I dropped the cards, took a deep breath and said, "You won, what do you want me to do?"

He tidied up the cards on the table slowly and kept his head down. I thought he would make some earth-shattering request, but he hesitated for a long time, blushed and said, "I want to invite you to sit in my room." Sit, I mean our rooms are next to each other, why haven't we been in or out? What do you think?"

"You are too reserved, Edward. You can come and visit my messy room anytime. As for visiting your place, I am naturally free anytime." I said with a smile.

"Then I'll wait for you after dinner." His face was getting redder and redder, as if he had done something ashamed, he quickly got up and left the living room.

After supper I stood at Edward's door, and before he knocked he opened it, as if he could see through it.

"Welcome." He bowed and made a gesture of invitation.

I was very honored to enter the young master's room. I guess I was the first classmate who entered his room.

Edward's room was very stylish. The curtains and the blinds on the bed had all been replaced and turned into beige silk, and the carpet was dark blue cashmere, which looked very expensive at first glance.

There was a violin by his bed, an easel near the window, and two swords crossed on the wall.A landscape painting hangs on the head of the bed. The painting is an autumn forest with yellowing leaves and fruitful branches.

"Sit down, please," he said.

I found that there was no sofa in his room, not even a round stool, so I had to sit on his big bed.

He also sat down, unlike his usual arrogance, he looked very reserved.

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In the past, many children’s shoes were given to me by Lei, but I never expressed my gratitude. I understand the readers’ intentions, but you don’t need to throw mine, it’s good if you are willing to spend money to support the original version. Keep reading the text, one Lei can read a lot of V texts , Saving enough to buy a new novel.

There is another chapter in the afternoon.

Another: I recommend everyone to watch the 95 version of BBC's "Pride and Prejudice". Gentleman's novels are decades earlier than that, but they are almost the same. I decided to start a new article after reading "Downton Abbey", and I recommend it to everyone Check it out, it's completely the British version of "The Legend of Zhen Huan", it's so stylish.

Fatty’s novels generally don’t all write about love, and they will be mixed with some messy things, such as parents’ short stories, house fights, social phenomena, and so on. This article is no exception. I will use this novel to introduce marriage and society at that time For this reason, I bought a doctoral dissertation on the website of an academic journal.Because fat science students do not have literary literacy, this time we will also take advantage of the wind to pretend to be literate.

Originally, it would be more appropriate to write about the marriage values ​​at that time from the perspective of the heroine, but I really can't write romance, so everyone should read Danmei.

However, it is the first time I write a novel with No.1 name, and it feels a bit awkward, and it is not easy to explain the psychological characteristics of supporting characters.