[Jane Eyre] The mad woman in the attic is reborn

Bertha shook her head lightly, and didn't say much more.

Suddenly a person came up behind him, and Bertha knew who it was without turning her head.Rochester put his hand on her shoulder, and said politely: "Mr. Roy, I was too rude and not a gentleman last time. I want to sincerely apologize to you."

Fernard's eyelids were slightly heavy, his eyes fell on the hand on Bertha's shoulder, and he smiled, "Where, Mr. Rochester is too polite, tonight, the humble house will invite you and Mrs. Bertha together Going to the dinner party, please be sure to appreciate it then."

There was a small trap in this sentence, Fernard remained calm and polite, saw Rochester's slightly changed expression from the corner of his eyes, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

He wanted to demonstrate his sovereignty in front of him, but he didn't want to tell everyone that he was the biggest weight by his side.

There was a kind of tacit understanding between each other, and Fernard looked at him with the corners of his eyes hanging up, which was really funny.

The corner of Rochester's mouth twitched slightly, and he hastily exchanged greetings: "It's only natural."

Bertha shrugged her shoulders, shook off Rochester's hand calmly, faced the person at the door, slightly bent the corner of her mouth, revealing a shallow dimple, and asked softly: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Fernard, later Adela and I went shopping in the street, are you free?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a soft body suddenly bumped up behind her and jumped behind her. Bertha turned her head and saw Adela, raised her hand to rub her golden hair, knelt down and asked intentionally: "Adela , are you ready? How about we go play in the street together?"

She remembered that Adela told her in the morning that a handsome uncle came to her, and if she guessed right, that person should be Fernard.

Sure enough, Adela said happily: "Okay, okay, handsome uncle, shall we go too?"

Adela raised her head and turned her gaze to the person at the door. She took two steps, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said coquettishly, "Handsome uncle, go, go."

The little girl has a good way of acting coquettishly, with big twinkling eyes, small pouty cherry mouth, and a small glutinous voice, she is so cute that no one can refuse.

In the end, Fernard compromised and smiled at her, "Then I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obedient, and be a flower protector for Adela's little sweetheart."

When Bertha heard his words, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up.Flower protector?It's a pun.

Adela giggled and jumped up and down excitedly.Sophia stood behind Mrs. Fairfax, seeing Adela's happy face, unconsciously pursed her lips and smiled together.

It had been a long time since Adela had laughed so happily, and she could see that Adela really liked Lady Bertha.Mrs. Bertha is not as manic and cruel as in the legend. In her opinion, Mrs. Bertha is a kind and beautiful person.

Rochester saw a few people chatting and laughing there, and felt it was very dazzling, so he didn't stay there any longer.Bertha also has no mind to take care of his affairs at all now, and can only focus on the people waiting outside the yard.

She went back to her room and changed into a dress, a tube top and tunic dress with lotus root powder, which showed a long waist and a full figure.

Bertha looked at herself in the mirror. Her complexion was fair, and her blonde curly hair hung down on her smooth shoulders. The light came on, showing off her charming appearance.It has been a long time since she wore a skirt of this color. I remember that she used to prefer pink and light yellow. After she got married, in order to fit her status as a woman, she never wore those beautiful clothes again.

Putting on her hat and going out, she saw Rochester standing at the top of the stairs as soon as she went down the stairs. Bertha was stunned, standing there condescendingly looking at the people below.

She could see that he was waiting here on purpose.

"Mr. Rochester, do you want to go shopping with us too?" Bertha teased lightly, and after she finished speaking, she purposely said, "Our vulgar things may not be suitable for the honorable Mr. Rochester, it's too shameful." your identity."

Rochester didn't answer her words, this time it was unexpected, he looked up at her clothes coldly, he knew that since she regained her freedom, she found someone to make a large wardrobe of skirts and custom-made hats and gloves .She never wants to treat herself badly, no matter what the situation is, she must tidy up herself in a glamorous and delicate manner.

He knew this before getting married.

However, she had never dressed like this in front of him.

A woman, still a married woman, dressed casually in front of her husband, and suddenly a strange man came to the house, and suddenly began to dress carefully again.

This shows what?

His expression moved slightly, he pursed his lips, and asked in an affirmative tone: "Have you taken a fancy to that kid Roy?"

Bertha was slightly taken aback, thinking that he was about to scold her manically again, but she didn't expect him to ask this question.

Slightly curling the corners of her lips, she walked down the steps and walked up to him step by step.

Rochester stood at the bottom, and Bertha stood two steps above him, a head higher than him. She deliberately moved closer, looked up at him, and smiled softly, "What do you think? Mr. Edward Rochester."

It was very rare for her to call him by his full name before, but recently it is very frequent.

She looked down on him suddenly with a cynical contempt on her face, which was well known to both of them.

Slightly raising his jaw, Rochester scrutinized her face, he loathed her.But there is a saying she said is right, this is indeed a magnificent face, fair skin, deep eyebrows, under the high nose, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, when viewed from a distance, it looks gentle and graceful, but When I looked closely, I realized how evil her smile was.

Wasn't he deceived by this face?

He suddenly asked suspiciously, "Are you Bertha?"

Bertha stared into his eyes, subconsciously froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm not Bertha." She took a step, went down two steps and walked to his side, stopped her feet and turned her head towards him, curling up the corners of her mouth, "I am a demon."

Passing by the person standing at the stairs, he pushed open the door with both hands, and the cold air outside suddenly hit him, making him shiver.

She stood outside the yard, looking at the two people who were having fun on the grass. When Adela saw her coming out, she jumped up and waved to her, and shouted: "Little Strawberry, come here, come here!"

Bertha slightly pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the person standing behind Adela. She was dressed in a simple black Best, with a tall and slender figure. Against the blue sky, she was full of vigor and piercing eyes.

She carried her long skirt down the steps, walked slowly to them, smiled and lifted the dimples on her face, and said sweetly: "I kept you waiting for a long time."

Fernard stood there holding Adela, and when he saw her, his eyes were slightly surprised.She can always surprise him, the first time, the second time, the third time...including the painting she saw at the Seville Art Exhibition in Spain when they had never met before.

He looked up at her, his dark eyes couldn't see clearly, the gentleman smiled and said: "It should be, beauty is the most precious treasure bestowed by God to women, in order to appreciate its astonishment, all the waiting is worth it."

As expected of a lawyer, not only is he handsome, but he can also speak beautifully.

Her fingers were grabbed by Adela, she shook her lightly, motioning her to lower her head, Bertha gently bent down and pressed against her face, a warm breath came from her cochlea, and Adela's teasing voice came , Nuo Nuo said: "Let me just say, the handsome uncle came here in the morning, he must have gone out to play with Little Strawberry, and in return, you will buy me five pounds of strawberries."

Bertha looked at her amusedly. "Five pounds? Can you eat it?"

"If you can't eat it, take it back to Sofia. She also likes to eat strawberries. We often make it into strawberry jam and put it in toast. It's sweet and sour, very delicious."

Bertha raised her hand to pinch her nose, and said dotingly, "Snack."

Before leaving, Sophia was worried that Adela would catch cold, so she sent a cloak.Sophia originally wanted to follow, but Adela didn't want her to follow because she was afraid that she would not play to the best of her ability.

The three of them left Thornfield Manor, and there was a trail to the south, leading directly to the market on the street.

Adela hadn't been out much, and she yelled that she couldn't move after taking a few steps. In the end, Fernard hugged her and carried her on his shoulders. Adela giggled and lay next to his ear, He asked softly, "Uncle handsome, is my little Miss Strawberry pretty?"

Fernard knew that the little strawberries in her mouth were worthy of Bertha, so he smiled slightly and nodded.

Bertha, who was walking aside, watched the two whispering all the way, and she didn't know what joke they were telling again, so she turned her head and asked him: "Oh Mr. Fernard, I heard from Adela that you came here in the morning ?”

He paused slightly holding Adela's fingers, pinched and stroked Adela's skirt with his slender fingers, and then smiled after a long silence: "It's probably that Adela recognized the wrong person, what she saw should be Elijah, I have not been to Thornfield Park this morning."

Elijah?

Bertha was a little surprised. What was he doing here so early in the morning?I also secretly talked to Adela. Adela has never met Elijah, only met Fernard once, and she doesn’t know about twins, so Adela has been talking about being handsome for so long. Uncle... actually Elijah?

She couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't know how to speak, and finally asked, "Mr. Fernard, your brother... has a completely different personality from yours."

Fernard hugged Adela on his shoulders, and stroked her back with his palm. After thinking for a while, he calmly said: "That's true, Elijah's character...is a bit crazy."

crazy?

It's exactly what she thought.

The topic did not continue, and it was difficult for her to talk about the person who had only met once, let alone his younger brother.

They walked side by side on the forest path, Fernard carried Adela on his shoulders, and there were big white clouds floating in the sky, blue and white, and the smell of fresh grass floated in the air from time to time, which had a fresh and natural feeling. comfortability.

The road was not too wide, and when one or two carriages passed by occasionally, they stood aside, shoulder to shoulder, until the carriage passed by.