[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

In the early morning of December, when the clouds in the sky had just turned pink, two carriages drove slowly out of Highbury, and a man rode in front of the two carriages.

Emma let out a breath towards the car window, and a layer of white air immediately floated on the window. She wiped it with a handkerchief, opened her eyes wide and looked out. At that time, it was warmer than this year. Dad would never allow me to step out of the house easily. You know how much he cares about health. This year is different. Mr. Knightley promises that we will not catch cold. Great, I never I have never seen such a beautiful snow scene."

Harriet was also very excited: "I still remember when we were in Mrs. Goddard's school, whenever it snowed, we would build snowmen and have snowball fights. Can we do the same today?"

"Snowball fight?" Emma had never played such a rude game since she was a child, but she couldn't say it directly. It's best not to go out in a room with a fireplace."

Harriet was a little disappointed, but quickly recovered her smiling face: "Yeah, it's really cold this winter. I was reluctant to leave the bed this morning. My hands and feet were frozen before I got into the carriage. In such a cold day, Mr. Churchill still insists on riding, he is in good health."

After Harriet finished speaking, seeing Emma looking at Wei Lai, Emma suddenly shouted: "Jane!"

Just as Wei Lai's eyelids closed, he woke up suddenly, his heart was beating violently, his eyes were wide open, like a frightened cat: "It's here?"

Emma and Harriet burst out laughing, and Emma said, "I've just left Highbury, and there's still about an hour to go, Jane, didn't you sleep last night? Why did you start to doze off in the car. Come on, we're going to have a good time today."

Wei Lai resisted the urge to yawn, her heart was beating so hard that she felt a little uncomfortable: "I really didn't sleep well last night, it can be said that I didn't sleep all night."

It has been raining and snowing for the past few days, and Patty's downstairs room is cold and damp. Wei Lai asked her to go upstairs to sleep with him. Unexpectedly, Patty slept so loudly, snoring and grinding her teeth. She opened her eyes until dawn.

"What were you talking about just now? Who is riding the horse?" Wei Lai still couldn't hold back, and covered his hand with a comfortable yawn.

"Who else? Mr. Frank Churchill." Emma glanced out of the window again, and Frank's figure on horseback was getting farther and farther away. "Mr. Churchill and his uncle and aunt are very close, Mrs. Weston said, After Mrs. Churchill left, Mr. Frank Churchill was worried about his aunt's body, couldn't get up to do anything, and looked very haggard. Poor Frank Churchill, one end is uncle and aunt, one end is father and stepmother and A little brother or a little sister who is about to be born. I can understand him, if anyone asks me to leave my father, leave Hatfield, I am not willing, nothing can make me leave my father."

Wei Lai leaned against the car window, his eyelids kept dropping: "Isn't it okay to get married?"

Emma looked out as if nothing had happened, and Mr. Knightley's carriage just passed by Emma's carriage, and she couldn't stop smiling: "If anyone can be my husband, he must live in Hatfield , I can't think of any place where I'd be willing to be hostess but Hatfield."

Wei Lai almost blurted out "Donwell", but she thought again, she couldn't let her puncture the words, she had to let Knightley or Emma say it by herself.

The carriage was driving smoothly on the road, the light inside the car was dim, it was a good place to sleep, Wei Lai's eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't bear it, and soon fell asleep again.

After arriving at the destination, Wei Lai had a comfortable sleep, his mind was clear, and his limbs were full of strength. However, there were two red marks on his right cheek leaning against the car window. Emma and Harriet anxiously let the She stayed in the car for a while, and waited for the red marks to disappear before going down, but Wei Lai didn't care about it. She rubbed her cheeks vigorously, so she couldn't tell that all her faces were equally red.

Emma and Harriet were speechless.

Frank was the first to arrive at the destination, followed by Mr. Knightley's carriage, and the three of Wei Lai were the last.

Wei Lai was the last to get out of the carriage, and Lydia Amedeo just got out of the carriage, and Lance was waiting aside, supporting his sister.

"Miss Fairfax, nice to see you again." Lydia bent her knees and luggage.

Wei Lai replied: "Miss Amedeo, I heard that you and Mr. Amedeo came from London to attend today's party. We are all very happy. I hope we can have fun together."

"We will. Let's go in together." Lydia beckoned to Wei Lai, and Lance immediately gave up his seat. Wei Lai walked to Lydia and nodded to Lance.

They walked in front, and Lance walked behind, half a meter away from them, looking at Wei Lai's thin back, and heard the faint voice of her talking and laughing with her sister in front, Lance was Jonas Meyer to her Mr. Er, suddenly a little uncertain.

Although I know that there is a firm heart under her gentle and quiet appearance, but can she really write words that are a bit dark in reality?

Lance has the urge to yell "Jonas Mayer," but he can't do it right now. He has to find a time when it's just the two of them alone.

Before that, though, he might be able to do something else.

The hut in the forest in Margaret Town that Mr. Knightley found is not too big, and the interior decoration is not luxurious, just because no one can explain the origin of the hut, as if it grew out of thin air overnight , so it was spread more and more widely, and the more bizarre it became, and the hut faced a lake, so many people chose to come here for gatherings and vacations.

Knightley and Emma had sent servants to clean the hut before the party, and the house was clean, but on the day of the party, no one brought the servants. The gentlemen had to burn the fireplace by themselves, and the ladies had to boil water for cooking.

When Emma was at home, she did most of making tea. What Harriet learned most from Mrs. Goddard was embroidery. Not to mention Lydia, she never even made tea, and the task fell on Wei Lai.

She asked Emma and the others to arrange the pots, pots, bowls, pots and food they had brought. She took great pains to light the fire and put water on the stove. The men outside had already Fire up the fireplace.

"Has the water not boiled yet? This damn weather!" Frank stood at the kitchen door with his coat hanging on his arm and his forehead covered with sweat.

"Mr. Churchill, please pay attention to your words." Emma pointed back, "Jane just lit the fire just now, none of us can boil water, only she can, can't you wait a little longer? I really can't figure it out, How could you be so hot in such a cold day?"

Emma thought to herself: Fortunately, I don't love him anymore. I don't like this kind of man who gets restless because of a little heat.

Frank was panting from the heat, and it was not easy to unbutton his collar in front of the ladies, especially the strange ladies, "Miss Woodhouse, it's strange that you blame me, you know how hard it is to light the fireplace in this cabin Is it? We tried ten times in turn, and every time the fire went out as soon as it was lit, it was terrible. I am the most afraid of heat, and I really want to go out and roll in the snow."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, unbuttoned his collar roughly, opened the door and walked out.

Emma and Harriet were stunned, and remembered that Lydia Amedeo was also there. Emma was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Amedeo, he is not like this usually, his aunt is sick, He was worried and not in a good mood."

Lydia shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, some people are like this, they can't bear any heat."

Wei Lai squatted in front of the low stove with his back to the door, staring at the fire without blinking, not paying attention to anything.

Fortunately, the firepower was strong, the water boiled quickly, and the kitchen was not big. Wei Lai asked Emma and the three to go out first. She made tea, took some snacks, and walked out carefully with a heavy tray.

"...I have decided that when my aunt gets better, I will go abroad. Some of my friends have left England. They have gone to Switzerland, France, Spain, and some have gone to the United States." Frank didn't know what Time came into the house, "I've always wanted to go abroad, and now is a good time, Miss Woodhouse—" He stopped because Wei Lai brought hot tea and snacks.

Lance was the first to stand up and take the tray in her hand. He frowned: "It's so heavy! Why don't you ask us to help you, Miss Fairfax, you are too out of touch, this is a small favor We're still willing to help."

Wei Lai flicked his wrist lightly, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's not too heavy, and I can still lift it up. Let's drink tea, everyone is freezing."

Frank glanced at her and Lance lightly, smiled, and continued: "Miss Woodhouse, maybe one day you will read my travel notes or poems, think about it, I am standing on the Alps, how wonderful Ah. I think I should do something to express myself, and working in the government is not what I want to do."

Wei Lai sat next to Lydia, facing Frank. She held hot tea and moistened the tip of her nose, and when she heard Lydia thank her in a low voice, she turned her head and smiled at her, but unexpectedly found that Lance was looking at her. "Thank you for the tea, Miss Fairfax."

Wei Lai hurriedly looked away: "You're welcome, this is the tea from Miss Woodhouse's."

"This tea is from India. It was given to him by his father and friend. It would be better if it had milk, and it tastes better with milk." After Emma finished speaking, she turned around and said to Frank, "Your aunt won't agree with you. Leaving England. Mr. Churchill, are you tired of your current life of prosperity and wealth?"

"Me? Prosperity and wealth? Live a wanton life? Miss Woodhouse, you have misunderstood me. You are very wrong. I am a person with nothing. I really don't think I am lucky. I can't get what I want." Frank stopped Coming down, Wei Lai, who was opposite, was chatting with Miss Amedeo, as if he didn't listen to him at all, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Okay, let's talk about happy things, don't listen to me, a boring person Grumbling. How did you find out about this cottage, Miss Woodhouse? I've just been out and about, it's so pretty, and I think I could break the ice out on the lake and maybe fish."

Emma's well-prepared party was praised, and she was so proud that she and Mr. Knightley explained how she and Mr. Knightley found out, how to prepare, and so on.

Everyone listened intently, and when she finished speaking, Lance said slowly: "Have you read the newspaper recently? "Daily Morning News", an author named Jonas Mayer wrote a short story Novel, now one of the most popular novels in London."

Lance glanced at Wei Lai at the end of his eyes, seeing that her movement of drinking tea froze, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

The author has something to say: the most popular novel or something, the halo of the heroine.