[comprehensive] superior skills

Within a few days, all the villagers in Hansford Village knew that Rosings Manor welcomed a distinguished guest.

This is not surprising at all. Anyone who can see the beautiful carriage with newly inflated tires in the manor running around the path between the fields in the name of testing the bearing strength all day long will not miss a question about this Opportunity for a rare item.

In particular, Mrs. de Boer, the noble and benevolent benefactor, condescended to invite the old women and children walking on the village road to experience the comfort brought by her nephew. The prestige is even more widely known.

Well, don't ask how the lady who has never been to the field heard this anecdote, but fortunately she has a good friend Mrs. Collins who lives near Rosings, which prevented her from being the last to know the news because of her reclusive life. man of.

At this time, Song Ci, who has always been optimistic, has to feel grateful for the ministers in the palace. If Mrs. de Boer is allowed to exercise the queen's rights, I am afraid that everyone will become like someone with too many legs. The centipede is at a loss as to what to do.

The cunning Mr. Darcy distracted Mrs. de Boer, who was always happy, with obvious tricks, and he himself enjoyed the country vacation life at ease.

I write and send letters to fish, care about my sister Georgiana's study progress, connect with friends in London, and occasionally comment on whether the grouse near Swan Lake should live in harmony with humans.

Due to the reduction of outdoor activities, Mr. Darcy's skin has gradually returned to its previous fairness, and the opal-like eyes with slightly upturned tails are really pleasing to the eye.

It is always a pleasure to see a young and handsome gentleman at any given time, and even Mrs. Collins, who is always wise, is not exempt from this.

The fact that her husband was immediately crushed like a lifeless stump when he stood with Mr. Darcy did not make Charlotte's visit to Rosings Park any less pleasant.

Because Mrs. Collins and Mrs. de Boer discovered an extremely interesting thing by coincidence. If the latter's attention was still on the tires, Charlotte focused on the gentleman and the lady.

Contrary to the bland appearance, Charlotte's eyes that are good at discovering clues have long seen the way of getting along between the two that is different from ordinary people.

Perhaps the young lady has not shown any special emotions, but what Mr. Cassidy has done is too intriguing.

As soon as they met, Mrs. Collins believed that Mr. Darcy was a very educated and noble gentleman, and he almost possessed all the good qualities that a nobleman should possess.

But it is such a gentleman who never shows courtesy and humility when getting along with the lady, and is even willing to talk to himself to make a decisive conclusion to the dispute between the two.

If she had to add a title to that seemingly impolite behavior, she felt more like a husband exercising his power over his wife.

"My God, is Mr. Darcy going to propose to Miss Anne?"

Suddenly coming to such a conclusion, Charlotte's eager heart almost jumped out of her chest. She never thought of anyone other than husband and wife who would express their extraordinary possessiveness so blatantly.

"However, Miss seems to be used to this way of getting along."

Thinking of what Anne said about how Colonel Fitzwilliam took care of another cousin, Charlotte decided to hold back and take advantage of Mr. Darcy's visit to Rosings to observe whether his love is from the bottom of his heart. Keep it in order to prevent the innocent young lady from missing a good marriage that is at your fingertips.

Determined to exercise her duty as a friend to facilitate a good marriage that will definitely be blessed by everyone, Charlotte consciously keeps a distance from her cousins, lest she become an obstacle that hinders the two from deepening their relationship.

It so happened that Mrs. de Boer had finished visiting the food stores and dairy houses around the village, and was planning to take her daughter for a short trip near the outskirts of the county.

Too much joy begets sorrow, she only chose Lowood Orphanage, which is the closest.

As a benevolent female benefactor, Rosings Manor donates a meal fee for the children in the orphanage every year. This extra expenditure has never stopped since Miss Anne was born, and it has been more than 20 years so far.

However, Mrs. de Boer felt that the money was not spent unjustly. This matter not only allowed the family's benevolent name to spread everywhere, but also benefited the only heir because of God's feedback. How can I explain that Miss's body feels like a year.

"Mrs. Ferraul, prepare the best white bread and sweets, remember, the best!"

In front of her nephew, Mrs. de Boer would never do anything to lose her face for such a small amount of money, "Rosings and Lowood have been benefactors for more than 20 years. When you go there, as long as you mention the name of the De Boer family, you will be treated with the highest level of hospitality by the master!"

"I believe, aunt."

After Mr. Darcy answered briefly, he turned his attention to the young lady who was preparing presents for the children in the garden, "If your piety had not touched God, we would not have gained so much happiness and joy."

"You're quite right, Darcy!"

Following her nephew's line of sight and seeing her increasingly lively and cheerful daughter, Mrs. de Boer's motherly heart turned into a sincere sigh, "My kindest and most beautiful little rose, if I can do it, I really want to dedicate all the good things in the world to her."

"Yeah, how wonderful..."

Before Mr. Darcy finished speaking, he saluted his aunt: "Please forgive me, because of some business matters, I have to break my promise and leave Rosings temporarily."

"Leave? What's that, Darcy!"

Madame de Boer's smile disappeared, "I thought you would spend Easter here!"

"Just temporarily."

Mr Darcy stressed: "I'll be back by Easter."

Even Mrs. de Boer, who never allowed others to refute her opinions, understood that she could not force her nephew to stay, no matter from the point of view of reason or morality. I still count on you to be Anne's dance partner and take her to see His Majesty the King, do you want to give up this opportunity to Colonel Fitzwilliam?"

The corners of Mr. Darcy's lips were drawn into a straight line again, "Please say goodbye to Miss de Boer for me, and convey my heartfelt best wishes."

As he spoke, he bowed deeply and walked out of the living room in a hurry.

Seeing the servants coming in and out carrying the luggage, Mrs. de Boer knew that her good nephew had even packed the boxes in advance, and was only waiting for the master's permission to leave Rosings.

Unable to bear to blame her nephew, the angry hostess could only turn her guns on innocent passers-by, "That's why I don't like those businessmen who only know how to chase profits! It's too worrying for Darcy to stay with them all day !"

"You are right!"

Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng deserved to be the best answerer, and quickly echoed: "Those unseemly businessmen are like mosquitoes flying in summer, they will burrow wherever there is bloody smell!"

After severely criticizing the crimes committed by the businessman that no one with conscience would choose to collude with, Mrs. de Boer took a sigh of relief and planned to visit the orphanage with her daughter as originally planned.

If there were not several unique, spacious and beautiful carriages in the family, after Mr. Darcy's sudden farewell, Mrs. and Miss would be faced with the embarrassment of being unable to travel.

Fortunately, this kind of situation would never happen in Rosings Garden, otherwise Song Ci would really have to worry about his mother's belly that swelled like a puffer fish all the time, for fear that she would burst into anger any time she couldn't bear it.

"Okay, mom, don't be angry about this little thing."

Song Ci held his mother's arm and begged, "Mr. Darcy is already an adult, even old Mr. Darcy is alive and cannot stop his decision."

"But I'm still pissed off."

Madame de Boer clutched the peacock-feather muff tightly, "I thought he would at least stay for you."

Song Ci tidied up the small wine-red velvet shawl, "Mom, promise me, don't say such things again. Although you and your aunt's kindness are grateful, the son-in-law of the De Boer family is not Darcy. No, sir. Especially when that gentleman has never expressed his willingness to follow the elder’s last wish, excessive urging on this matter will only make me lose my head in front of him.”

"Annie, you are still too young."

Now there are only mother and daughter, Mrs. de Boer is willing to tell the truth, "Do you think I value Darcy's net worth? Your father and I have left you enough property to spend your whole life. But if you meet someone who doesn't Shu, entrust you to a hypocrite who doesn't know the details, let alone your property, I'm afraid that even your life will be lost. No one knows better than me what scandalous things those so-called nobles can do for money, how many down-and-out royal families even betrayed their ancestors Yes. Look at the nouveau riche who appear in the London social circle, how many of them are actually born. People always say that money is the root of all evil, but when you can't give up the benefits of money, the wisest choice is to find a A solid safe."

Hearing such heartfelt and wise words, Song Ci could hardly hold back the smile on his face, "So, in the heart of my dearest aunt, is Mr. Darcy just the most reliable safe?"

Mrs. de Boer also showed a faint smile on her face, "As long as you want, he can also be the father of the child and a beloved husband."

"Mom, thank you."

Song Ci leaned against his wife, listening quietly to the slight sound of the carriage tires rubbing against the ground, "The luckiest thing in my life is to have a good mother."

Mrs. de Boer also stopped talking, admiring the light greenery on both sides of the road with her daughter.

After traveling about ten miles on the gravel road, the carriage came to a barren valley. Not only were there no flowers and grass here, even the chirping of birds was absent. It felt like a wasteland abandoned by God.

Outside a tall stone courtyard wall, Mr. Rockhurst, the current director of the Lowood Orphanage, warmly received Mrs. de Boer, who came all the way from Rosings, and marked each time. The lady who never showed up in the name of charity donation.

The dean, who was over forty years old, was wearing a very elegant double-breasted long dress, and a golden pocket watch chain was hanging around his waist.

Although his appearance is not beautiful and his facial features are not particularly eye-catching, it is not difficult to see how cold and gloomy this person must be from the eagle-like eyes and knife-like wrinkles.

Also beholden to others, the way Mr. Rockhurst and Mr. Collins express their feelings happens to be two extremes.

The former did not repeat the fear and gratitude in his heart like Mr. Pastor, he just led the benefactor to visit the orphanage in a concise manner, and used the most simple words to name those homeless people who were born because of his wife’s generosity. The children have received a systematic education that even ordinary working families have never expected, and how many respected and useful talents can be cultivated for the church and the future society.

Compared with the thoughtful Mr. Pastor, Mr. Rockhurst's description is similar to the scripted lines. Perhaps every distinguished guest who is willing to leave a large amount of sponsorship money will be lucky enough to hear such an exciting speech.

Mrs. de Boer felt very satisfied, and she even spent her precious time standing outside the classroom to watch how the children were in class.

Without the company of Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng, Song Ci had no one to cooperate with pretending to be sick and resign. He could only endure the discomfort in his heart and secretly speculate whether the orphans living here were happy or sad.

Looking around, the entire building is filled with dull gray and depressing colors.Such a place is more like a monastery than a dungeon.

At the end of the arithmetic class, Mr. Rockhurst rang the bell very solemnly to inform everyone that because of the kindness of the honored guest, each child would be given two slices of white bread and a piece of fruit candy during the break time, as well as a cup of authentic tin blue tea.

In order for the children to always remember their kindness and never forget their roots, he specially invited Mrs. de Boer and Ms. De Boer to stand with him at the entrance of the dining room so that they could clearly hear each student's thanks and greetings.

It was hard to believe that Mr. Dean would educate the students by driving slaves, Song Ci suppressed his anger and begged his mother in a low voice: "Mom, this place is really uncomfortable, I really can't stay any longer."

"Calm down, Anne."

Mrs. de Boer took the opportunity to educate her daughter, "Do you think the outside world will be better than the orphanage, and one day you will keep silent about the cold reality."

"At least not now!"

She thought of the family ponies when she saw those well-trained, rigid children, and she couldn't imagine how cruel torture had caused them to lose their lively and innocent nature at such a young age.

Soon, one after another walking puppets walked past the distinguished guests, repeating the action of kneeling and saying hello.

Just when Song Ci was biting the bullet to accept the almost endless courtesy, she accidentally saw two different little girls.

Those two children didn't wear stiff marble masks on their faces, and their nimble little faces were full of vitality.

"Please wait!"

Song Ci suddenly stretched out his hand to grab one of the girls, "Look, Mom, this child's eyes are really beautiful, shining like jewels."

Mrs. de Boer looked critically at the girl who was not good in her eyes, and reluctantly said: "It looks good."

Gently touching the girl's short curly hair like a sparrow's tail, Song Ci asked softly, "What's your name?"

"Helen."

The girl couldn't help coughing a few times as soon as she opened her mouth, "Helen Fairauer."

"The name suits you so well, what a beautiful violet!"

Song Ci turned to look at Mr. Rockhurst, who had a bad complexion, "Why does she keep coughing?"

Upon hearing the words, Mr. Dean immediately obstructed him: "Please stay away from her, miss. This child's lungs are not good, and I'm afraid it will cause harm to your body."

"It's okay, God will bless us."

Song Ci took out a transparent glass bottle from his handbag, "Here are some sugar pills to treat coughs. Believe me, if you take one on time every day, your illness will get better soon."

"Really, my dear lady!"

Another girl who was always by Helen's side with concern asked anxiously: "The doctor said that Helen's lung disease is difficult to cure. I'm really scared."

Song Ci took the child's hand, "Let me tell you a secret, when I was your age, I was very sick, but since I took the sugar pills given by God on time, I have become healthier and healthier, and now I can travel everywhere .”

The girl was very happy after hearing this, "Then I must let Helen eat candy on time."

"It can be seen that you are a pair of very good friends."

Song Ci nodded the child's little nose, "Now, do I have the honor to know the name of Helen's friend?"

The little girl smiled shyly, "My name is Jane Eyre."

Sensing that Mrs. de Boer's belly was going to be worrying if she didn't end this conversation, Song Ci straightened up regretfully, "Well then, Jane, next time we meet, you will definitely be very grateful to me for Helen's recovery."

Jane's delicate voice was full of anticipation, "If that's the truth, I would like to thank you now!"

"Okay, kid!"

Really couldn't bear anything that went against the plan in the orphanage, Mr. Rockhurst interrupted aloud: "You have talked enough, now, go back to your place immediately, and don't let other students because of a It is human fault to delay the meal."

Not daring to resist the will of the dictator, Jane and Helen could only lower their faces silently, holding back the desire to turn around, and slowly walked to the empty seats at the long table and sat down.

"Miss, out of duty, I have to remind you cautiously!"

Mr. Rockhurst's eagle eyes turned to the benefactor again, "The two children you just came into contact with are the most special and diehards in the entire orphanage who like to confuse others with sweet words. If you only rely on their pleasing appearance I don't hesitate to place my love and care on the two of them, and sooner or later I will suffer unnecessary and heartbreaking losses because of this wrong decision."

His evaluation was harsh and harsh, without any consideration of how embarrassing it would be for Helen and Jane, who were still eating, to be judged in public like this.

Not intending to refute the stubborn and indifferent man, Song Ci just smiled slightly, "Mr. Merciful, please take care of these pure lambs instead of Almighty God. They not only need your guidance, but also a heart of tolerance and love!"

Although Lowood and his party were not pleasant, the lady decided to share with Mrs. de Boer the courtesy due to a patroness.

On the way back, Song Ci kept thinking about those beautiful purple eyes amidst her mother's nagging, and even the twinkling stars in the sky couldn't take away her attention.

Despite the lantern lighting, the cautious coachman did not dare to lead the noble hostess to gallop in the night, so he could only slow down the speed slightly to prevent accidents.

It was precisely because of his dedication and reliability that Mrs. de Boer, who had nothing to do, detected the cry for help from the fork in the road with her extremely keen senses.

"parking!"

Thinking of her love for herself and her daughter's protection, the madam finally withdrew the idea of ​​getting out of the car in person after giving the order, and instead ordered the accompanying male servant to carry a weapon to see what kind of outrageous crime happened here.

"Ma'am, there was a car accident ahead."

The valet returned soon after. "A private delivery van collided with a postal vehicle. An old horse was killed, and two underage children were standing beside it."

"Child? Why do you meet children everywhere you go today!"

Mrs. de Boer asked incredulously: "The perpetrator ran away like this? How immoral!"

The valet tried to explain: "He didn't run away, he just needs to get back to the post office as soon as possible."

"But he didn't leave a single pound, did he?"

Mrs. de Boer asked again: "Is it my tenant who was hurt? If so, I must discuss this issue with the perpetrator."

"Unfortunately, Ma'am, they were not honored to be your tenants."

The valet replied: "Both children are from South Wessex, and they have suffered misfortune by going the wrong way."

Mrs. De Boer patted the car door, "In that case, take me to see them."

Under the instructions of the owner, the coachman drove the steed forward slowly, and it didn't take long before he saw a man crying on the dead horse.

They looked like a pair of siblings, dressed like ordinary tenants, and even more miserable.

Seeing the returning male servants and the gorgeous and expensive carriage, the older girl immediately stood up in a hurry. She wanted to salute, but she didn't know whether the strange lady in the carriage would accept her respect.

Fortunately, Mrs. de Boer's meddling temperament remained unchanged. After observing the pitiful old horse and its extremely suitable owner, she asked, "Which village are you from?"

Unexpectedly, she would be favored by a nobleman, and her sister replied at a loss: "Dear Madam, I am Tess Durbeyfield, a villager in Marlott Village. This is my younger brother Abraham Durbeyfield .”

"Tess, have you forgotten what Pa said, my name is not Abraham Durbeyfield now."

The younger boy wiped his tears and retorted: "I am Abraham D'Urber, a descendant of a noble old nobleman!"

"Oh, a nobleman!"

Mrs. de Boer looked at the siblings who obviously disagreed with interest, "This is really an interesting thing."

The hostess, who was going to take a look and leave, immediately decided to invite the younger brother to return to Hansford Village for the night, and she kindly promised that they would send someone to notify their families after dawn.

Mrs. de Boer's aura is not comparable to that of the rich relative of the d'Urbervilles. Tess and her brother have suffered from the arbitrariness of the nobleman this time. They can only watch helplessly as the servants tie up the honey box at home. On the roof of the carriage.

Together with their two small villains, they had to follow the speeding carriage to another unheard of fantasy world.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: The scumbag author's favorite girls are all on stage, ready to dance~~

Also, don’t ask what kind of magic the scumbag author used to bring these children together. The things in the story are so magical~~_(:з」∠)_

Eight-star Annunciation, okay~~