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

Because it was morning, the market was very lively with people coming and going.There are many vendors and shops on the street.There are those who sell flowers and trees, those who sell seafood and fish, and those who sell scones and black tea... Looking up, they spread all the way to the horizon.

As soon as Adela arrived on the street, she started to feel less tired, and pestered Fernard to put her down. Bertha was afraid that she would get lost, so she repeatedly asked her to hold her hand and never leave.

"I like it so much, Strawberry," Adela screamed, grabbing her skirt.

Bertha smiled and said, "If you are obedient, I will often bring you here."

Adela pouted, raised her head and whispered to her: "That's right, I like little strawberries, and I will listen to you."

Bertha chuckled, and stopped talking to her.

The crowd was surging, and Bertha led Adela and Fernard into a cloth shop. The shop was filled with various kinds of clothing, with exquisite and distinctive styles.When the shopkeeper saw someone coming in, he hurriedly greeted, "Hey, sir and madam, what can I do for you?"

Bertha was stunned for a moment, the vendor obviously recognized her and Fernard as husband and wife, plus Adela, those who didn't know thought it was a family of three who went shopping.Bertha glanced at Fernard slightly, and saw that he was unmoved, his eyes lingered on the clothes hanging on the wall, admiring them carefully, probably not paying attention to what the vendor said just now.

Bertha turned her head and said to the vendor: "I want to order some evening dresses and tunic skirts, and a few hats, the style is like the one on the wall, and the top needs to be dried roses, oh yes, I can also make it for Adela A few skirts."

The vendor took out the clothes from the cabinet and pulled them out to show her: "Madam, what do you think of these styles?"

Bertha nodded, "Just do it like this, and I will ask you to send someone to Thornfield Manor later."

Hearing her words, the merchant suddenly asked in surprise, "Thornfield Manor? Oh, do you live in Thornfield Manor, madam?"

Thornfield Manor is a relatively middle-class mansion in this area, and it is not far from here, so it is not surprising that traders have heard of it. Bertha nodded and said politely: "Yes, do you also know Thornfield Manor? ?”

"Oh, of course, I often make clothes for your manor. By the way, I don't seem to have seen you, Madam. Do you know Mr. Rochester?"

Bertha paused, her eyes dimmed, then she pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Oh, I just moved into Thornfield Manor. I know Mr. Rochester. I'm his...cousin."

Standing by the closet, Fernard was stunned for a moment when he heard her words. He squinted his eyes to look at the clothes on the wall, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

The peddler snorted, and said politely: "So that's how it is. It's strange that I haven't seen Mrs.." After speaking, he greeted Fernard, "Oh, do you need to buy two clothes for Mr.? The clothes in our store are The style of the whole street is the latest."

Bertha also asked: "Mr. Fernard, do you want to order two too?"

Fernard looked back lazily, the weather outside was just fine, the sunlight came in through the wooden door frame, and fell on the shoulders of his black suit, he looked down at her, and said lightly: "I just made a few pieces the day before yesterday, but I still don't need them. "

Bertha nodded and said yes, and then walked around the room with Adela's arm, and finally chose a few hair ties and gloves, looked at a few styles, and finally made a final decision and paid the deposit.

The three of them went out, and when they walked to West Street, Adela clamored for a fruit pie. Bertha bought her a portion of pie and a portion of French fries, bent down and told her, "Don't eat too much , I'm going to have a stomachache later, you know?"

Adela nodded obediently, took the pie and ate it, without saying much along the way.

Bertha turned to look at Fernard, and asked softly, "Mr. Fernard, have you settled down in North Yorkshire from now on?"

Fernard came back to his senses, stared at her face for a while, and suddenly asked: "Oh Mrs. Bertha, what you just said at Cloth... about your relationship with Mr. Rochester, is it serious?"

Are you serious?Of course not.

She turned her gaze, looked at the buildings in the distance, and thought for a moment: "I don't want to break the relationship with him for the time being. Of course, it's not for the sake of his reputation and status, it's just because I don't want to."

Fernard put his hands in his suit trousers pocket, nodded slightly, his chin was well defined, and he said clearly: "From a legal point of view, this is not good for your situation, and for everything you have suffered before, Mr. Rochester can completely dismiss you. prosecution."

Bertha raised her head, gave a meaningful ooh, and asked him, "Then with Mr. Fernard here, what are the chances of winning this game?"

He frowned and said, "I can honestly tell Mrs. Bertha that the chances of winning are not very great. The judge must protect a person of Mr. Rochester's status. In addition, you don't have a solid background." Witness, this is a tough case."

She had already figured this out, and she didn't invite him to ruin Rochester's reputation, but the situation was urgent, if she hadn't acted, Rochester would have married Jane Eyre by now.

Rochester didn't let her have a good time, so she naturally wouldn't let him go well, and she was willing to marry Mei Jiao Niang.

Bertha chuckled, raised her hand to stroke Adela's hair, and asked in a loud voice, "Then what should I do about what Mr. Ivernard said?"

Fernard pursed his lips, stared at her face, and smiled with interest: "It depends on how cruel Madam Bertha can go."

This is ambiguous.

Aside from the law, if she wanted to take revenge on Rochester, there were thousands of ways, but she was not willing to end it hastily. The game had just begun, and the long torture was the most tormented. The game needed a beginning, but also a climax.

Bertha didn't discuss this topic with him again, and suddenly changed her tone and said relaxedly: "Oh, by the way, does Mr. Fernard have a dance partner tonight?"

Her initiative did not surprise Fernard. In this matter, the principle of women first does not apply, so she should be the first to raise it.

He stretched out his hand, bent down in a gentlemanly manner, raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Dear Miss Bertha, may I invite you to be my dance partner at the dance tonight?"

This action of his surprised her, he called her Miss, and there were people coming and going on the street, and he suddenly gave her a standard gentleman's salute respectfully, which attracted passers-by to look at her, but the key point was that Adela was still booing , and shouted loudly: "The handsome uncle is going to dance with the little strawberry, the handsome uncle is going to dance with the little strawberry!"

Everyone gathered around, some were watching the excitement, some were looking at the gentleman, and some were admiring the beauty. After all, Bertha and Fernard are so talented and beautiful, they are always eye-catching wherever they go.

Under the gaze of everyone, Bertha was slightly embarrassed.

This...is too blatant.

Reaching out to put the French fries in his hand, and smiling, Bertha said deliberately: "Oh, so, Miss Ben needs to think about it, let's see how you behave."

After speaking, he took Adela to the fruit stand next to him, because Adela wanted to eat strawberries, and he also agreed with her in the morning to buy five-pound strawberries.

Adela stood beside the strawberry stand, pinched a strawberry in her little hand, turned to Fernard, and asked with a smile: "Handsome uncle, do you like little strawberries?"

These words are ambiguous, after all, Little Strawberry has two meanings in Adela’s mouth, and ambiguous or ambiguous words are always a taboo for him, not only for him, but for any responsible lawyer Said, is intolerable.

Fernard took the strawberry in her hand, smiled suddenly, and said lightly with his lips: "I like little strawberries, where is Adela?"

Adela didn't answer, and suddenly jumped up and shouted happily: "That's great, handsome uncle likes little strawberries, handsome uncle likes little strawberries!"

Now the two of them were slightly startled, and they knew each other what the little strawberry in Adela's mouth was referring to, but they didn't make it clear.

And Adela was still jumping up and down happily. She didn't have any twists and turns, and she didn't think of any puns or ambiguities in the words she asked. Just fall into this trap.

Of course, the word game trick has its own fun when it is created.

In the evening, when the three of them left the market, Adela was so tired that she fell asleep. Usually, at noon, Sophia would take her to take a nap. Today, she suddenly had such a good time, so naturally she was exhausted.

When I came back, I didn't walk. I happened to catch a horse-drawn carriage and bumped all the way to the outside of Thornfield Manor.

Sophia saw them coming back from a long distance in the house, and hurriedly opened the door to greet them, and saw them respectfully said: "Mrs. Bertha, Mr. Fernard, you are back."

Bertha nodded, "Take Adela back to the room to rest, she is really playing crazy."

Sophia smiled, took Adela from Fernard's arms, and teased: "She hasn't been this happy for a long time, thank you Mrs. Bertha and Mr. Fernard for taking her outside for their hard work."

Fernard nodded and said with a smile, "Adela is very cute."

"It's going to be windy, take her in quickly, don't catch a cold." Bertha covered Adela with her cloak, worried.

After exchanging pleasantries, Sophia carried Adela back to the house.

The wind gradually picked up, and it felt cool on her body. Bertha shrank her neck, turned to Fernard, and said softly, "Oh, Mr. Fernard, thank you for being with me all day. I really bothered you."

There was a hint of a smile in Fernard's eyes, "Why, I'm still waiting to invite you to be my dance partner, Miss Bertha."

He called her Miss Bertha like this again, she was a little uncomfortable, and said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes: "Oh, Mr. Fernard, I'm a married person."

Fernard looked down at her, and suddenly grinned. He was handsome, and he always pursed his lips in a gentleman's smile. Bertha had never seen him laugh like this before, and the pleasant voice rang out from his ears. Guo: "Even your closest husband is unwilling to admit that you are his wife. I call you this just out of consideration for my employer, so as not to reveal your identity, Miss Bertha."

When a lawyer speaks, every sentence seems to have various reasonable reasons to explain, even if it is ambiguous, the reason can be traced back. Is this probably the benefit of being a lawyer?

Just as the saying goes, black can become white, and even if it can't become white, yellow and green can make do.

She suddenly thought of Rochester, he was not as good as Fernard in speaking, every time Rochester quarreled with her, he was the one who got the upper hand, choked and speechless.

It turns out that this feeling is really not good.

Bertha smiled faintly, and raised the dimples around her lips, "I see, I should thank Mr. Fernard."

"I'll see you at the ball then, Miss Bertha, Miss Strawberry." He deliberately called her again, more than once.

Bertha didn't talk to him any further, she turned and walked slowly into the yard, holding her skirt.

It was about five o'clock, the sun set into the western horizon, and only a large blurred orange sunset remained on the horizon. When I looked up, I didn't feel glaring at all.On the wide farm, stretches of wheat fields are illuminated golden yellow by the sun, and occasionally the wind blows past, turning into wheat waves.