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

Fernard followed her to the grass and stood behind her, watching her figure with her head up, full of meaning of rebirth after despair.That desire for freedom and life, before that, was what was called a luxury in her life.

He walked forward slowly, stepped on the grass with his leather boots, looked up at the sky with her, and whispered: "Yes, the sky has always been beautiful, not only the sky, the thorn trees, the pink camellias, the church in the distance... it's beautiful."

Bertha pursed her lips into a chuckle, and turned to look at him.

After arguing for a long time, it seems that she hasn't looked at him carefully.She had only known him to be a good case before, but she didn't know that Fernard Roy was actually a handsome gentleman.

His eyes were deep, and his high nose set off a well-defined face.Obviously he is a very rigorous person, but sometimes, Bertha feels another kind of mystery in him.He looked at the person, his eyes seemed to be fascinated by a layer of mist, like water made of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was not the lawyer she invited, but the god sent by heaven to save her.

Those eyes were stained with a smile, and Fernard said softly: "Mrs. Bertha, is there something on my face?"

Bertha still smiled, shook her head, and said no, "Mr. Fernard is also the most handsome person I have ever seen."

Fernard deliberately teased, and said with an oh: "Compared to Mr. Edward Rochester, so what?"

Bertha did not speak, but the corners of her mouth opened wider, and all the sadness and dullness in her heart dissipated.It seems to confirm the sentence just now, he is a god sent by heaven to save her.

"If I hadn't just said in the room that Mrs. Bertha is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, I would even wonder if what Mrs. Bertha just said is implying something?" mean.

Suddenly changing her style of painting, Bertha turned around with her chest folded, squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully, and said after a long time: "Mr. Fernard, are you teasing me?"

what!

Dazed for a moment, Fernard showed his white teeth in a funny way, and frowned intentionally, "Oh, I didn't think that way, I just wanted to ask, the reward Mrs. Bertha promised me hasn't been paid yet."

The conversation avoided embarrassment perfectly, and Bertha smiled, and never said these communicative words again.

"It's not urgent. There are other things that need Mr. Fernard's help later. By the way, Mr. Fernard, do you need to go back to Jamaica soon?"

Fernard: "I haven't talked to Mrs. Bertha yet. Besides taking over your case, the most important thing is that I bought a house in Milkett and plan to settle here. Therefore, Mrs. Bertha , you don’t need to worry about the case.”

Bertha nodded, "That's really nice."

After that, there was a long silence. This was the first time they met. In fact, they were not very familiar with each other, but the sadness and pity inherent in the case automatically classified all strangeness into another emotion. among.

Fernard suddenly remembered, "I'm going to hold a welcome dance in Milkett this weekend and invite neighbors to celebrate the housewarming. At that time, Mrs. Bertha must come."

Bertha froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Of course, I will go."

After the conversation, she planned to go back to Thornfield Manor. The moment she turned her head, the person behind her suddenly stopped her: "Oh Mrs. Bertha, if you encounter some emergencies again, I mean, for example, what Mr. Rochester has done to you Violent measures and the like, you can send someone to call me, and I will definitely come."

Bertha put down her hand holding the skirt, and the purplish red skirt was stranded on the blue grass, shining bright yellow light, she squinted her eyes and smiled, nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Fernard."

Fernard stood on the open grass and watched the people in the distance enter the Thornfield Mansion before turning around and leaving the manor.

Inside the Thornfield Mansion, there was silence.

There was a creaking sound of the door, and Bertha came in from the outside. There was no crazy rainstorm as expected.

Suddenly there was a warm feeling in her thigh. Bertha looked down and saw a little girl about seven or eight years old. She remembered her and heard them whispering in the attic that her name was Adela.Her giggles are often heard in the mansion. In the depressing and dull room, she is like a little angel.

"Oh, is your name Bertha Mason?" Allard said softly.

She was probably changing her teeth, and one of her front teeth fell out. Bertha's heart softened, she squatted down to be level with her, and smiled softly: "Yes, dear sweetheart, you can call me Bertha, how about you?" ? Is your name Adela?"

Adela was very excited and asked her in surprise: "How do you know? I have lived here for a long time, why haven't I seen you?"

Children's hearts are always pure. They naturally feel that the world is beautiful, and they should be cherished and cared for by all the world.

Bertha petted her blond hair, "Oh, I heard from Mrs. Fairfax that Adela is the cutest little sweetheart in the world."

No child would refuse such a compliment. As expected, Adela smiled a little embarrassedly, "Mrs. Fairfax is always so nice."

Adela had a good impression of Bertha, and she was willing to approach her and talk to her about happy or trivial things.

"Did Mrs. Fairfax say that Bertha is also very beautiful, even more beautiful than Jane Eyre. Oh yes, Jane Eyre is very sad today. She was going to get married today, but I don't know Why did Mr. Rochester cancel the wedding, she is crying now, I knock on the door and she doesn't want to see me, Sophia is not willing to comfort her, saying that she needs to be alone, but how can she be alone? It's really boring! Bertha, would you help me comfort her? If you give her some encouragement, she will definitely be happy."

Sophia, the servant who looked after Adela, had come with her from France.

After Bertha listened carefully to her words, she stood up and looked up at the room on the second floor, where the door was indeed tightly closed.

She smiled at Adela, nodded and said, "I will. By the way, where is Mr. Rochester? Isn't he in the room?"

"No, Jane Eyre doesn't want to see him either. He's depressed in the room right now. As I said, he's going to take Jane Eyre to the moon, and he will be tired of living with her there."

Mr. Rochester told Adela earlier that he told her in childlike words that he was going to marry Jane Eyre.

After hearing what she said, Bertha kissed her little red face, and said with a smile, "Sweetie, it's time for your nap. Mr. Rochester will punish you if he finds out."

Adela curled her lips, expressing a compromise. She was indeed afraid of Mr. Rochester, and Sophia took her upstairs to the room.

Bertha glanced in the direction of the second floor, and slowly went up the stairs with her skirt lifted.Seeing Fairfax's guarded look, she smiled and said, "Mrs. Fairfax, please rest assured that I will never hurt her. I want to talk to Miss Love, is that okay?"

Mrs. Fairfax was still very worried. She was not very relieved of the madman in front of her. After all, she had seen her go crazy.Although she looked like a different person now, she was still worried, for she had many tricks up her sleeve.

During the stalemate, a voice suddenly came from inside the room: "Mrs. Fairfax, please let her in."