I am aging gracefully in the world of famous books

In the early morning of the next day, Pei Xiang was pulled out of the soft quilt by the nanny Sophie before he was fully awake.Then wash, comb your hair, get dressed, and drink a glass of warm milk.

After she recovered a bit, she followed Mr. Rochester, who was also fully dressed, out of the first-class cabin.

"Sir, are we going to disembark?"

"Well, let's live in Millcote for a while, and when I finish my business, I will take you back to Thornfield House."

"Thornfield House?" Pei Xiang repeated after imitating Rochester's pronunciation, "Will I live there in the future? Live with you?"

Rochester looked down at the child who gave him a sense of surprise, shook his head and said:

"I live there for a month or two every year, but I'm out most of the time. I'll leave Mrs. Fairfax to look after you, of course, and get you a governess. Adele, I hope You can absorb useful knowledge with your heart, don't waste some of your talents."

"So, are you going to teach me English yourself?"

"I don't have the time, and I don't have the patience. I think you've already felt that I'm not a good-natured guardian."

"Oh, yes, I have fully felt it." Pei Xiang agreed with a face.

Rochester snorted. He has a clear self-awareness, and he doesn't expect others to praise him against his will.However, when the little guy beside him agreed to his self-assessment without hesitation, this person suddenly felt awkward again.

"Adele, I remember you swore yesterday that I was very good to you."

"But, you are not going to teach me English anymore, and you decided to leave me alone in a strange place."

"So, you think I'm treating you badly again? Ha, do you want me to take good care of you like a kind elder? That's impossible, Adele, I have no patience with myself, so don't hug me There's so much hope."

Pei Xiang didn't care about the gloomy and irritable tone in this person's tone, she said to herself:

"At least until the governess comes, you have to take care of my lessons? How long are we going to live in that, that Millcote place? Can I only talk to Sophie every day?"

"Yes, you can only talk to Sophie every day, or lose your temper in your broken English. I won't let a chattering brat occupy my time and energy." Rochester frowned. muttered something.

The two were ready to disembark at this time, Pei Xiang looked at the slippery steps in the morning mist and the narrow planks on the waves, and deliberately slowed down his pace, as if hesitating.

Rochester took two steps, and found that the little girl beside him hadn't followed.He pursed his lips, turned back to Pei Xiang with a sullen face, picked him up without saying a word, and then quickly left the disembarkation passage with his long legs.

When he stepped on the solid ground, he didn't put the little girl down, but strode up to the carriage, and swiftly stuffed her into the carriage.

"To the Banglade Hotel."

"Okay, sir."

In the evening, Pei Xiang sat cross-legged on the windowsill and flipped through books with illustrations.After Rochester finished writing the last letter of the day, he looked up to see the seriousness of the little girl trying to identify the words, and rubbed his forehead.

"Adele, come here."

"What's the matter, sir?"

The black-haired man didn't answer Pei Xiang's question immediately, but rang the bell and called the servant.

"Prepare a set of desks and chairs suitable for Miss Warren's writing and reading, and place them opposite my desk."

"Yes, Mr. Rochester."

Pei Xiang's eyes lit up immediately, and after the servant went out, she cheered a little, then ran to Rochester's side.

"Sir, I knew you were good to me. What are we going to learn today? Recite poems? Can you find some interesting poems? I don't like long sentences..."

"Adele, if you want me to teach you patiently, talk as little as possible. You must know that if you want to be an elegant lady, you must know how to keep quiet at the right time, so that you will not be annoying. "

Pei Xiang said bluntly: "Mr. Rochester, you actually have a lot to say."

Rochester choked for a moment, then confidently retorted:

"I have something to say, and you're talking."

"Does it make a difference? I think what I say is very interesting. When my mother used to be around, she used to let me chat with the ladies and gentlemen, and they all praised me for being smart and listening to me." ...Oh, speaking of this, I am a little worried about my mother. Is she doing well with the Virgin Mary? Will she feel lonely? Mr. Rochester, do you think she will look at me in the sky? Or will she change? A star or a stone?"

These words made Rochester show a slightly weird expression, he stared at the little girl with sparkling eyes, and asked tentatively:

"Do you really think Celina is in heaven?"

"Everyone tells me so."

"But you are a smart boy, and you know how to avenge yourself."

"So," Pei Xiang blinked and smiled innocently, "In Adele's heart, mother is by the Virgin Mary's side. Adele prays for her every day. As for the one who went to Italy, she has already Not Adele Warren's mother."

Rochester couldn't help letting out a sigh, and there was a trace of complexity and pity in his eyes.

Pei Xiang smiled at Rochester, and stopped talking about Celina's whereabouts.She stood on tiptoe to look at the stationery and paper on the table, curious and focused, without any sentimentality for the woman who abandoned Adele.

"What a cold-hearted little thing," Rochester murmured, and then hooked the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, "It's good like this, but it won't be easy to get hurt."

At this time, the servants came in with tables and chairs, and Rochester got up to find teaching materials for language enlightenment for Pei Xiang.

Pei Xiang started talking after the guardian again.

She said that she wanted to hear an introduction to British history and geography, and if Mr. Rochester had enough knowledge and talent, he could use vivid and interesting historical allusions as a textbook for her.Of course, if some myths and religious legends can be interspersed, it will be more perfect, and it will be very interesting to learn.

Rochester closed his eyes, feeling that he had finally seen what it means to "make an inch".

——Oh, Celina has the nerve to say that this child is a descendant of my blood, she is talking nonsense!

——The British don't have such thick skin and familiarity.

——Her biological father is definitely that weak French viscount.

However, even though Rochester doesn't want to be Aladdin's magic lamp for a "wayward" little girl, he is also unwilling to let this seven-year-old look down on him, making her think he is a bad-tempered old man who is ignorant and ignorant.

So, after hesitating for a moment with his fingers on the bookshelf, Rochester finally pulled out a biography.

——I am not a person who can be dictated by children at will!Tsk, it is better to learn the deeds and character of famous historical figures than to listen to introductions of history and geography and fairy tales.

"Adele, go and sit down at the small desk, let me test what knowledge you have now."

"Okay, Mr. Rochester, thank you for taking the time to teach me."

"I'm just bored. Besides, I don't want the child I supervise to be an illiterate."

"Well, you're always right, Mister Guardian."

"Be quiet, don't be a sharp-tongued weird kid."

"..."

"... why are you silent, Adele?"

"Hey, let's start class."

——Mr. Rochester, I will definitely pray earnestly for your future child tonight, and hope that he or she can deal with such an awkward father.

As a result, the temporary small classroom officially started.

After doing a simple test, Rochester began to use his natural thick and deep voice to seriously tell about the ups and downs of a certain general's life.He revised the lengthy sentences full of adjectives in the book into short and easy-to-understand sentences, and took the trouble to correct Pei Xiang's pronunciation until he was satisfied.

The evening class lasted for an hour. Before the end, he gave Pei Xiang a lot of homework, and then urged her to follow the nanny Sophie to rest.

"By the way, Adele, starting tomorrow, neither you nor Sophie should always talk to each other alone. You should try to talk to the English people around you. If you need anything, speak to the servants and waiters in person until they Listen until you understand."

"Okay, I'll remember your account, sir."

Rochester nodded and said good night to Pei Xiang.

The next morning, Rochester went out to visit friends, while Pei Xiang stayed in the hotel room to study and do his homework seriously.Time passed quickly, and it was lunch time in a blink of an eye. Pei Xiang stretched on the chair and rubbed his eyes again.

"Sophie, I'm hungry."

"Miss Adele, do you want to dine in the room or go to the restaurant downstairs?"

"Sophie, let's go downstairs, I don't want to stay in the house all the time. By the way, Sophie, is there a place where I can play and run around here?"

"I heard from Mr. Rochester's valet that there is a big park not far from the hotel. There are many green trees and flowers in it, and the air is not bad. If Mr. Rochester allows, I can take the lady there for activities."

Pei Xiang nodded, got up and walked out and said:

"I'll ask Mr. Rochester tonight, and if he agrees, we'll go tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Miss Adele." Sophie's voice was full of joy.

In a few days, the nanny Sophie's attitude towards Pei Xiang gradually changed. She no longer regarded the little master as an ignorant child who needed to be taken care of and guided, but began to follow the other party's orders.

Unknowingly, Sophie's duties became closer and closer to that of a personal maid.

That night, Pei Xiang and Rochester talked about the park, and Rochester waved his hands indifferently, not restricting her freedom of entry and exit.He even gave Pei Xiang some pocket money and a business card of his own, in case the little girl encountered accidents and troubles outside.

So far, Pei Xiang has led a regular life of serious self-study, going out to play and attending classes at night.

On a sunny morning, Pei Xiang and Sophie walked to the park near the hotel. After playing a game of tossing and grabbing the ball on the grass for a while, they found a shaded place to sit down and rest.

On a bench not far from them, sat two eleven or twelve-year-old boys.The one with black hair was reading a book carefully, while the one with blond hair was scribbling on the sketchbook. The two chatted and laughed occasionally, and then bowed their heads to do their own things.

Pei Xiang glanced at the two handsome young men and didn't pay much attention.

After she and Sophie had been in the sun for a while, they both wanted to spend a little longer in the park.So, Sophie started to do the needlework that she carried with her, while Pei Xiang took out a small vocabulary book and concentrated on reviewing the homework of the first day.

She memorized while reading, and then imitated Rochester's pronunciation to make sentences. Just as she was seriously practicing the pronunciation and intonation, two teenagers not far away seemed to have a small dispute.

"No, no, that's not how it's read here. I remember Mr. Wilson specifically emphasized..."

"What Mr. Wilson emphasized has nothing to do with this."

"Absolutely."

The argument between the two became louder and louder. Pei Xiang looked up and met the blond boy who was drawing a sketch before.

She nodded slightly, then turned her gaze away and continued to study her homework.

And the blond boy's eyes lit up, he looked at his friend William Grant and said quickly:

"Look at the little girl over there. I just heard a few words between her and the nanny. Both of them speak French, fast and fluent. Why don't we go ask the little girl and see how she reads it?" this sentence."

"Ask a stranger?"

"Oh, William, Mr. Wilson is married, and you don't have a good French tutor at the moment, so you can't always keep your doubts in your heart?"

"I can ask my father."

"Come on," Norton Bleiman rolled his eyes, "Your Excellency Viscount Rio is currently busy coaxing his beloved wife and youngest son, William, are you sure you want to take the initiative to approach your stepmother?"

"Then I can ask your mother, Mrs. Boleman is also very fluent in French."

"No, you can't show your hard work and studious in front of my mother, are you still my good brother?"

This reason made William Grant hesitate for a moment, and Norton Bleiman immediately pulled up his companion:

"Come on, William, let's go ask."

"But...is she too young?"

"Oh, if she is a little French girl, it means that she has learned French for five, six, seven or eight years. If you calculate it like this, it must be longer than the two of us."

"Norton, she may not even be able to read."

"Oh, I noticed that she has been holding a notebook and muttering, maybe it's very powerful."

The two of them walked up to Pei Xiang while talking.

"Hi, dear young lady, Norton Bleiman sends you his regards."

The blond boy with a bun face bowed politely to say hello.

Pei Xiang got up, patted the grass clippings on the skirt, and returned the gift with the skirt in a decent manner.

The black-haired boy on the side took half a step forward, bowed slightly, and introduced himself:

"I'm William Grant, the eldest son of Viscount Rio. Nice to meet you, miss."

Since the two teenagers were greeting each other in French, Pei Xiang also replied to them in French:

"I'm Adele Valen. I just came from France and can only speak a little English. Nice to meet you."

"Miss Warren, we take the liberty of coming here to bother you because we have something to ask for."

"Please, gentlemen."

William Grant hesitated for a moment, looking a little shy.He seemed to find it difficult to ask such a young girl a question.

Norton Bratt on the side took the book in his companion's hand and said directly:

"We have some problems with French pronunciation and want to ask you for advice. That...you can read?"

Pei Xiang frowned, expressing that she was a very smart and talented girl.

So, the three of them sat down under the green tree and started their first "academic" exchange.