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

Rochester was horrified, and stood blankly in the empty and dark corridor, the candle in his hand was burning with tears, dripping between his fingers, he almost forgot the pain for a moment.

That was Bertha Mason.

He remembered that face, for four years, he always remembered that nightmarish past, dreaming back at midnight, lingering.

Her heart was pounding, a burning sensation came from her fingertips, her hands trembled, and the candle in her hand fell to the floor with a bang.Rochester turned around in a panic and was about to go downstairs. The stairwell was dark, and he heard the roar of thunder and rain outside the castle, and he almost fell down the stairs.

Staggering downstairs, the crystal light on the second floor gradually brightened, and the gloomy haze was swept away. Rochester took a deep breath, and his heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Suddenly someone came over from the east building, Rochester's mind was buzzing, he couldn't hear any sound for a while, the crystal light shone towards him, and he barely stood firm by holding on to the handle of the stairs.

Frowning, he vaguely recognized that it was Jane Eyre, she walked towards him eagerly in a pink cloak, and asked worriedly: "Dear Rochester, what's wrong with you?"

Rochester: "Oh, I'm fine, the window on the third floor was struck by lightning."

Jane Eyre held Rochester's hand, his hand was as cold as a piece of ice cream, she was slightly depressed, and said softly: "That's really not a good omen."

As if suddenly remembering something, Jane Eyre hurriedly asked: "By the way, sir, how is Grace on the third floor? She must have been frightened by the loud thunder just now."

Talking about pulling Rochester up to have a look, Fairfax told her that there was a servant named Grace Poole living on the third floor, and she always liked to let out some sharp laughter, often at night, which sounded very irritating. Fear.

Even so, the kind Mr. Rochester is willing to take her in and let her do some needlework in order to survive in this town.In this world, it is really not easy to find a good job.

Jane Eyre pulled Rochester to go upstairs to have a look, but the butler Fairfax suddenly stopped them, and said in a panic: "Oh, Mr. Rochester, Miss Eyre, I think it's better not to go upstairs. No one has lived there for a long time. Well, it's damp and smells musty, Miss Eyre's health is just right, and she's going to get up early tomorrow to wear her wedding dress and go to church, so go back to sleep."

Jane Eyre looked at the dark stairwell, hesitated a little, Fairfax smiled at her and said: "Grace is very brave, look, I didn't hear such a loud thunder, it must be in the room Sleeping soundly, Miss Ai, don't go up and disturb her."

"In this case, then fine." Jane Eyre went down the stairs and returned to her room. When she was in the corridor, she turned her head and took a deep look at the third floor. She had an indescribable feeling that something was wrong. not understand.

Tomorrow is the day when she and Mr. Rochester get married, and her new life is about to begin, and she loves this man.This Rochester, a gentle gentleman who loves her deeply, will be her lifelong husband.

Thinking of this, Jane Eyre couldn't help pursing the corners of her mouth and smiling. It was almost dawn, and the rain outside was gradually decreasing, and it was beating on the window. She could hear every drop of rainwater falling on the bushes. clear.The wind gradually, Jane Eyre fell asleep in the rainy night.

At four o'clock, through the window on the third floor, a birch forest not far away was shrouded in mist and rain, and white-billed crows were croaking.Standing in front of the window was a woman with a white Crespy sail hat on her head, her eyes wandering to the church not far away.

At this time, the lights in the church gradually turned on, illuminating the small area in the dark rainy night.

The woman turned her head and saw Grace standing by the closed door, and said calmly, "Grace, what date is it today?"

Grace Poole was Bertha's guardian servant, and as long as Bertha was imprisoned here, so was Grace.Except for going down to get food and water regularly every day, Grace stayed in this dark room almost every step of the way.

No normal person can bear such a life, let alone Bertha who has been ruthlessly abandoned and full of hatred.Bertha was not a born lunatic. She was once such a proud person, thinking that a happy life was about to begin, but was unexpectedly trapped in a cage without seeing the light of day for many years. Bertha was driven crazy.

Grace suddenly came to her senses. She had just fallen asleep with squinted eyes, and then a loud thunder flash woke her up. She saw Mrs. Bertha coming in from the corridor, and she had been standing by the broken window for a long time.

"Mrs. Bertha, today is August 1846, 28." Grace replied softly.

Bertha lowered her head slightly, and murmured: "August 28th, it's been fifteen days, and it's indeed a good day."

Grace stood by the door in a daze. She had never seen such a calm Mrs. Bertha. This thunderstorm seemed to have washed the person in front of her inside and out.

fifteen days?What do you mean?

Grace was worried, and asked again: "Mrs. Bertha, what do you mean by fifteen days?"

Bertha, who was leaning against the window, chuckled lightly, tapped her fingers on the damp wooden frame, and said with a loose smile, "I loved keeping pigeons when I was in the boudoir of Spain. God, it's time to arrive."

There are a lot of pigeons on the attic, which were brought by Mrs. Bertha when she married into Thornfield House four years ago. Everyone in Thornfield knows about this.Grace couldn't figure out what she meant, and couldn't understand what Bertha's smile and happy mood represented at the moment. It seemed that she hadn't seen Bertha smile for about two years. What happened today?

Watching the woman in front of the window walking towards her, she was wearing a shabby dark skirt.Looking at her against the gradually brightening sky outside the window, Grace swallowed her throat, this was the first time she looked at Bertha so brightly, her eyes were bright and energetic, the corners of her mouth were lightly raised, and the corners of her eyebrows were raised, smiling so wildly .

Mrs. Bertha has top-notch beauty, which I have heard before, but even after staying here with her for so many years, looking at her in such a situation, she is still shockingly beautiful.

Grace subconsciously took two steps back, leaning her back against the cold mahogany door, which was locked, and if Mrs. Fairfax did not come to open the door, she would not be able to get out.

Trembling, Grace only felt that her legs were gradually weakening. If she hadn't leaned against the door behind her, she would have almost fallen to be slaughtered.

Finally, she heard the woman in front of her whisper softly, "Grace, do you want to go out?"