[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

"Haven't read it?"

If you want to ask who is the most poetic book among the young people of Emma's generation in Highbury, the answer is the same-Jane Fairfax.As long as she received a letter from Jane, Miss Bates would go from door to door, telling what books Jane had read and what skills she had learned.

Emma was very reconciled to this when she was a child, and made a list of 101 books, vowing to read more books than Jane.

Of course, she hasn't read many books until now.

Others didn't have much reaction to Jane's answer, but Emma was surprised.

"Miss Fairfax, are you sure you haven't read it? My sister says The Adventures of Mr. Jones is very popular in London. Have you not?"

"No."

"..."

In fact, it is not accurate to say that there is no such thing. The newspaper that Jane brought back just published the final chapter of "Mr. Jones's Adventure".

"It's a pity, this is a novel worth reading, at least I think so." Mrs. Cole came out to smooth things over, "But I must not have read as many books as Miss Fairfax, please don't laugh at me Enough."

Everyone hurriedly said "no, no" politely, and then complimented the Cole couple, and the atmosphere was revived.

Interrupted social events resume.

Wei Lai accompanied Miss Bates to chat with Mrs. Weston. Miss Bates was mainly responsible for speaking, and she and Mrs. Weston were responsible for listening.Emma suddenly sat next to her, Wei Lai was surprised, and only heard her ask in a low voice: "Miss Fairfax, why haven't you read "The Adventures of Mr. Jones"?"

Wei Lai: "........."

Is this topic not over yet?

How wonderful can that novel be, if she doesn't read it, she will fall behind?

"Well..." Wei Lai smiled, "Miss Woodhouse, you know, I have always been weak and sick. In the past, Colonel Campbell and his wife often told me not to worry too much and take more rest. Moreover, "The Adventures of Mr. Jones" I don't like the novel very much."

While talking, Knightley and Lance sat up.

Knightley then asked, "What kind of novels does Miss Fairfax usually like to read?"

"Basically, I have read it." She didn't know Jane's preferences, but she just said according to herself, "I recently read a novel called "Waverly", which was written by a writer named Walter Scott. It's about historical fiction, which is my recent preference. And, as far as I know, since "Robinson Crusoe" was published, there have been many novels in this genre. "The Adventures of Mr. Jones" may be Excellent work, but, in my opinion, far from innovative."

"Walter Scott! I didn't expect Miss Fairfax to like this writer, and I also love to read his works." Knightley looked at Emma, ​​"I saw Emma reading his work last week." "The Song of the Last Troubadour," now we have three friends."

"Ah?" Emma was stunned for a moment when her name was suddenly called on, and then hurriedly nodded to cover up her embarrassment.She couldn't let Knightley know that she had only read the first page of that long narrative poem and would be nagged to death.

Emma is glad that she did not refuse the invitation from the Cole family. Although she broke the dignity of reclusiveness, she gained a lot tonight. She deduced the secret of Jane's piano and learned the secret between her and Mr. Dixon. She also knows that Jane is not as well-read as her aunt said, at least she has never read "The Adventures of Mr. Jones" that everyone has read.

Emma looked more pleasing to Jane.

Knightley and Waylay chatted for a while about Walter Scott's new work, and suddenly realized that his friend had been left alone and had not spoken.

"Lance," Knightley called.

Only then did Wei Lai realize that there was another person sitting beside Mr. Knightley.

Lance leaned on the sofa with a lazy expression, and his straight long legs were casually put together. He looked at Knightley, then glanced at the two ladies sitting opposite him, and his eyes fell on Wei Lai's face.

"I would like to ask Miss Fairfax, what do you think is innovative?"

"what?"

"You just said that "The Adventures of Mr. Jones" is not considered novel, so, in your opinion, what is novel? I am a loyal reader of that novel, and I really want to know."

"........."

The world is so small?Bumped into a fan?

Wei Lai had a headache: "That's just my personal opinion." As the sky can see, I'm not black, I'm really not black!

Lance took a sip of tea and nodded lightly: "Yes, but I want to know, Miss Fairfax, can we talk about it?"

Let's go, fanboys vs black fans.

What a rare book in the world, she wanted to read it.

"Mr. Amedeo insists, then I will talk about my superficial thoughts, and please Mr. Amedeo, Mr. Knightley, Miss Woodhouse and Mrs. Weston not to laugh at me." Wei Lai took a deep breath Tone, "New ideas are nothing more than breakthroughs, thinking of themes that readers can't think of, or putting new wine in an old bottle, but the wine must be fragrant, strong and tasty enough to make people forget that it is an old bottle, then it is considered a success. .”

Wei Lai still has confidence. She didn't know that "Robinson Crusoe" had led a trend until she came to this world. Out of the ten books in the box that Jane brought back, eight of them were about survival on a deserted island. The plots became more bizarre one by one, but she knew that only one "Robinson Crusoe" could be handed down to future generations and become a masterpiece.

Neither Knightley nor Emma spoke, which was not their area of ​​expertise.

Lance changed his sitting position, but the inscrutable expression on his face remained unchanged: "Has Miss Fairfax ever thought that for those authors who live off their manuscript fees, changing the subject matter at will, or innovation, is It is a very risky thing. If no one appreciates it, they will not be able to get the corresponding income for their efforts. Following is a kind of insurance approach."

"Of course there are risks, but with higher income comes higher risk, no?"

No matter what era, some things will not change.When Wei Lai was an editor, in the weekly morning meeting, the editor-in-chief with his hair down to a mediterranean circle would hold up his orchid finger, raise his voice like an eunuch, and repeat his orders over and over again: "Respect the tastes of readers!"

To put it bluntly, I just follow the crowd, otherwise whoever will bear the risk, failure means losing money, even so, there are still countless authors who are willing to try new themes, such as this overwhelming one with the same theme, she is still the first See you next time.

Lance raised his eyebrows, and said something unclear: "I hope there are no writers who make a living by writing novels tonight."

Even if there is, will I still be beaten?

Wei Lai replied bluntly: "I didn't say these words against them."

Lance stopped drinking tea and glanced at Wei Lai.

Wei Lai suddenly had the illusion that he was being targeted by the leopard. Fortunately, the other party quickly lowered his eyes and concentrated on drinking tea.

The night was getting darker, and the banquet at the Cole couple's house ended with the guests' last round of admiration for the luxurious new house.

When he got home, Wei Lai's eyelids could hardly hold up anymore, and he soon fell into a dark and sweet dream.

The next day, before dawn, the sound of horseshoes outside the window woke her up from her sleep.Wei Lai rubbed the eye gum that was sticking to his eyelashes. With a chicken coop on his head, he quickly got up from the bed, stood on the ground with bare feet, and opened the window with a bang, only to see a figure disappearing in the hazy morning light.

Yaoshou, isn't it... impolite to disturb someone's dream?

Miss Bates went out shopping early in the morning, Patty was busy cleaning the house and cooking, Mrs. Bates was always silent, the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling on the ground, Wei Lai dozed off all morning until I heard Patty call Miss Bates back.

Miss Bates went upstairs with Love, Harriet, and Frank.

How come Emma and Frank are together all the time?

Why no Mr. Knightley?Didn't I tell him enough last night to arouse the passion in his sullen personality?Seeing Emma and Frank being intimate, Wei Lai didn't even feel like dozing off.

"My dear Miss Woodhouse, Miss Smith, please sit down, please sit down, and Mr Churchill, I have not forgotten you. The room is small, even smaller when Colonel Campbell has sent the piano, but I believe you will not dislike it. Miss Woodhouse, you see, how happy my mother is when you come, I will say that she likes Miss Woodhouse the most."

Wei Lai glanced at Mrs. Bates, who was expressionless. How could she tell that she was happy?

Miss Bates took off Mrs. Bates' glasses and handed them directly to Frank, saying: "Mr. Churchill, I have never seen a more enthusiastic young man than you, Jane, I met Miss Woodhouse and Miss Smith in the market this morning. Speaking of the broken glasses of my mother, Mr. Churchill offered to help repair it when he heard it. He said, "He likes to do repairs the most." He is really an enthusiastic young man. I have heard many stories about Churchill. Sir's business, but actually he's better than anything else. Mr Churchill, I'll leave you with my mother's glasses."

Miss Bates's mouth was like a machine gun that never stopped, and no one could get in.

Frank Churchill sat by the window and concentrated on repairing glasses, Emma tried to keep smiling, and Harriet lowered her head, looking like she was in a bad mood.

Miss Bates was the only voice in the room, and Wei Lai was distracted when he heard it. When he raised his eyes, he bumped into Frank's eyes unpreparedly.

Her heart tightened.

Frank's appearance of concentrating on his work is very strange. In my impression, he is just a young man who is doing nothing.

He should really like to repair glasses, not to please Jane.Wei Lai slandered that she should know more about Frank so that she could be more confident in persuading him to cancel the engagement.

Thinking of canceling the engagement, Wei Lai's forehead hurt, she took a deep breath, before the breath was fully exhausted, Frank looked over again, looked at her and said: "Miss Fairfax, the light in the room is a little dark, can you Can't you help light a candle?"

Wei Lai nodded: "Okay, please wait a moment."

She got up and took the candle on the fireplace. A cluster of orange candles lit up in the room. She protected the candle and moved carefully to Frank. Just as the candlestick was placed on the table, Frank quickly folded a small note, It was stuffed directly into the palm of her left hand.

!! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!

Fucking ah?

The hairs all over Wei Lai's body stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Frank's speed was too fast, and he acted very naturally and calmly. Wei Lai believed that no one had seen this terrifying scene, but her heartbeat couldn't stop suddenly accelerating, and she was about to rush out.

what is this?

love letter?