[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

Jane was very surprised why her dear daddy could come to this conclusion. A person who came to someone's house to be a guest at Christmas without an appointment couldn't be called a "nice guy", could he?

"The premise is to be able to bear his faults and temper."

"That's true, but Jane, he should regard you as a friend. Doesn't this mean that he thinks you are a smart person?"

Jane froze for a moment, then admitted shamelessly, "Ahaha, is that right? I think so too."

After chatting for a while, Jane felt that the two of them were a little frozen in the carriage, so she offered to help Mr. Bennet drive for a while.

"Can you do it?" Mr. Bennet is not unwilling, but driving is really a technical job.

"No, isn't it just right, Daddy, can you teach me?" Jane was in high spirits.

When Jane was younger, Mr. Bennet taught her how to ride a horse. Now she wants to learn to drive a car. Of course, Mr. Bennet will not refuse, but in this way, it will take some time on the road. Inquire, the train has already arrived.

Jane walked into the train station with a small basket, the wind was so cool and the bleakness was so cold=W=.It's no wonder, today is Christmas, who is still staying at the train station?

Jane turned around and entered the waiting room, and she saw that Sherlock was wrapped in a woolen coat, his face and mouth were covered with a thick scarf, his hands were in his arms, and he was curled up on the bench with box.

Seeing Jane, Sherlock's eyes lit up, he stretched his body and stood up, "You're late." His teeth trembled uncontrollably, and Sherlock squinted his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm very lucky to receive your telegram today, be grateful, you almost have to spend Christmas here." Jane put the basket on the chair next to her, and pointed, "Sit first. "She went to the duty room and knocked on the door. Even if it was a holiday, there were people on duty at the train station. Sherlock couldn't hear what Jane said to the person on duty, but she quickly came over with a pot of hot water.

There was only a penny between being half frozen and a pot of hot water, but Sherlock's clever head couldn't think of it at all, and Jane spit in her heart.

Jane motioned Sherlock to move away, and she put the jug on the ground, and then took out a few glass bottles wrapped in cloth bags from the basket.

"Open them for me," Jane said.

Sherlock took off his gloves and reached for a bottle, which was filled, let alone tight, with cold water.

Sherlock put the unscrewed bottles on the chair one by one, and Jane picked up one. There was a small half bottle of thick liquid in it. Sherlock thought it was coffee, but he knew it was not after opening it. It smelled burnt. , a bit like coffee.Jiandui filled it with hot water, and handed the bottle to Sherlock, "Drink some water, this is water boiled with fried barley, you must have never drunk it before."

"It doesn't sound like something you can drink." Sherlock took it with a suspicious face, but he was really thirsty, so he tried to take a sip... It tasted weird, a very faint burnt bitterness , seems to be very hard to drink coffee with too much water.But the feeling of drinking hot water in the stomach is really comfortable, and the burnt bitterness also refreshes the stomach that is uncomfortable because of sitting on the train for too long.

"Gululu~~" Sherlock's stomach growled.

Sherlock: "...I'm hungry."

"Here, I brought buttered bread and cake." Jane had expected it a long time ago, she pointed to the basket, "Take it yourself, I'll go out for a while." Jane mixed a bottle of warm water and took it out to Banner who was watching the carriage outside Mr. Te.

Sherlock watched Jane's back disappear, and then looked into the basket. There were several breads and cakes of the same size in the basket. They looked delicious. It was Jane's usual style. Even if she made sandwiches, she had to cut them neatly. Neatly.

Sherlock reached out and took out a rectangular cake, which was just wide enough to fit in his mouth. He took a bite, and it felt a bit too sweet, but it was just right with the scorched and bitter wheat water.Sherlock ate the cake in two bites, and the movement of reaching out again was much faster.

"Did you get it?" Mr. Bennet was eating a sandwich while sitting in the carriage. He took a sip of hot water and felt warmer.

"Inside, I think he might not have eaten anything all the way, and he will come when he finishes eating."

"Okay, we're in no hurry."

Mr. Bennet said, drank the water in a few sips, and handed the bottle to Jane.

Jane returned to the waiting room and refilled all the bottles with hot water. When Sherlock finished eating, she poured out the barley tea and filled the bottles with hot water.

"Take this, the road will be very cold." Jane stuffed a thermos bottle into Sherlock's hand, packed up everything, returned the pot, and then brought Sherlock out together.

"Daddy, this is Sherlock, and this is my father." Jane introduced while putting the basket into the carriage.

Sherlock turned into a polite gentleman and stood by the roadside waiting for Jane to finish his introduction before saying, "Hi, Mr. Bennet, I'm very sorry to disturb you."

Mr. Bennet glanced at Sherlock. This thin bamboo pole-like figure was tall enough to be a child. "Mr. Holmes? Well, get in the car, we have to hurry."

This time Jane sat in the carriage with Sherlock, "Daddy, cover the blanket." She stuffed a bottle into Mr. Bennet's pocket, turned and sat down again, and covered it, "Sherlock, the one next to you The blanket is for you, sit down."

"...Okay." Sherlock wrapped his coat tightly, put the box at his feet, picked up the blanket and covered his knees, and held a hot water bottle in his hand. After eating and drinking, his stomach was full. Waiting in the waiting room is like a dream.

The two of them didn't talk much along the way, and Sherlock kept dozing off, and even took a break in the middle, and Jane sat next to Mr. Bennet without knowing it.

"Sherlock, wake up, we're here." Sherlock vaguely heard someone calling him, he opened his eyes suddenly, and it took 0.1 second to recognize that the person in front of him was Jane Bennett.

"Are you there?" Sherlock's appearance showed that he had just dozed off.

"It's in front." Jane pointed to the front, Sherlock looked back, and saw a house in the distance, and then he looked around, this is really... the countryside.

And the ladies of the Bennet family were so enthusiastic that Sherlock was not used to it, especially the oldest one, Mrs. Bennet, and the youngest two, Miss Bennet. They looked surprised when they saw him, as if they didn't know It looked like he would come, but that was unlikely, and Sherlock was sure Jane had informed her family about it.

Then Sherlock was not used to the sudden strong enthusiasm of the three ladies for him, and their curiosity made Sherlock very puzzled, what happened to the material of the clothes?What's wrong with the style?What happened to the hat?What happened to the boots?So there are such details? (⊙v⊙) Well, interesting.

A boy from an upper class London family has come to the house!If the brief description at the beginning was just on paper, then the real Sherlock made Mrs. Bennet feel very intuitive.

Unlike Elizabeth and Mary who were embarrassed and ashamed, Jane originally wanted to read Sherlock's jokes, but Sherlock thought about it for a while and asked the difference between wearing a belt with a little bit up and a little bit down... …Jane quickly dragged Sherlock upstairs.

I'm afraid you'll scare my innocent mommy and sisters.

But already scared.

"Do boys in London like these?" Mrs. Bennet doubted what she had just heard.

"I'm sure that's not what they mean!" cried Elizabeth in a low voice.

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"Don't talk about such a strange topic, or my mommy would think that boys in London like skirts." Jane said to Sherlock.

Sherlock: "...Okay." =? =

Sherlock looked around the room, "It's not bad here, will you stay in the guest room when you come back?" He quickly found clues.

"Because there are no spare rooms for the time being... Don't mention it at all." Jane thought about it, and then explained, "This was originally very inappropriate. You sent the telegram on the spur of the moment, leaving us with no time to prepare."

"Oh, well." Sherlock didn't mind that, but experience told him that Jane was right when it came to worldly matters.

After Jane went downstairs, she was besieged by her dear mommy and sisters.

"Jane, is he the son of your uncle's partner?"

"Not handsome at all. Is he really from London?"

"He's really skinny, but he's so tall."

"Looking young, how old is he?"

"Is he studying at Cambridge now?"

"It must be very learned."

"Their family is rich. Look at his coat, it's made of cashmere."

"It must be rich. His coat alone costs more than your whole body. I guess at least a hundred pounds."

"Does he have a girlfriend..."

"Lydia! How old are you, can you think of something normal!"

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"Stop, stop!" Jane put her finger on her lips, she was not very happy, "Listen to what are you all thinking? You have studied for so many years, and this is why you have learned so many things?" Others looked confused.

"It is true that Mr. Holmes is my friend, but he can speak French at the age of five, German and Latin at the age of six, he is good at physics, and he is proficient in chemistry. To say that he plays the violin very well is only a small part of what I know. It is no exaggeration to say that Mr. Holmes is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. But how should I introduce my sisters to him? Can't read fluently after studying French for several years? Not particularly proficient in the arts? Maybe I can't introduce him to my sisters. Sherlock Holmes's mother, Mrs. Holmes, I haven't seen anyone comparable in appearance and temperament so far." Jane raised her index finger and said with a blank face: "If you still have the feeling of shame , then I hope that the Miss Bennets can still be polite so as not to let the guests look down upon them. Also, I decided to start the exam after Mr. Holmes has left."

Miss Bennet: 〒▽〒

Mrs. Bennet: Dumbfounded.jpg, fortunately I didn't go forward just now.

Mr. Bennet: Jane has such a high opinion of Mr. Holmes, =V=

The author has something to say: Jane: No, I am here to protect you, don’t be fooled by appearances (~￣▽￣)～

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