[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

After attending the wedding of Miss Johnson and Mr. Scott, Wei Lai finally had time to write his fifth novel.The trip to Bath gave her inspiration. This article is set in a hot spring hotel. The style of writing remains the same, but the story is warmer than the previous four articles. She thinks that it is the end of the year and the new year is coming. A story of a happy new life.

She spent all day in her bedroom writing, and Mrs. Campbell didn't know what she was doing, but Colonel Campbell knew very well, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it.Didn't the husband and wife raise Jane to let her be self-reliant?Now that she could support herself and have the ability to make a better living, what else could they say?

Colonel Campbell's responsible expression was on his face. Wei Lai pretended not to notice it, and hurriedly finished writing the fifth article, revised it, and sent it to the newspaper office. The "Daily Morning Post" notice had already been typed.

Old Jack sent the manuscript to Lance's office, and added with a smile: "I haven't read it yet."

The group of young people in the editorial office said behind his back that he did not forget to flatter even at this age, and joked that he did not flatter in the right place, and the newspaper office was about to change hands.Although old Jack is nearly 60 years old, but his ears are not yet receded, he pretends not to hear.

Lance coughed uncomfortably: "You are the editor-in-chief, you should read it before giving it to me." That being said, the envelope was opened long ago without stopping at all.

Old Jack pinched his thigh and tried not to laugh.Lance read all the way down, his expression became softer and softer. Old Jack glanced at the letter a few times, scratching his heart and lungs anxiously. What did you write in the fifth article?

The story begins with a murder, but ends with the birth of a baby. Like the fourth story, the plot reverses and reverses, making it impossible to guess the development of the plot. The language has less sharp irony and more humor.She has such talent and should stay in London. If she goes to Manchester with him, she is bound to lose many opportunities.

Seeing Lance sigh, old Jack thought the novel was not good.

"No, this novel is wonderful." Lance handed him the letter, got up and stood in front of the window.

He could imagine her sitting in front of the snowy window writing, and his heart throbbed. He wanted to see her, even if he stood downstairs at Campbell's house, looked at her, and didn't speak.

Wei Lai hasn't replied to him yet, Lance is not in a hurry, there are still some things that have not been dealt with, and the flower house is still being repaired. This is the place he used to propose, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Naturally, Wei Lai didn't know Lance's plan. After Mrs. Campbell recovered, she accompanied Mrs. Campbell to visit the people who had visited her when she was seriously ill. After a day, her face was frozen with laughter, and when she lay down on the bed, her bones were all broken. .

After spinning like a top for three days, she finally didn't go out, and was about to take a good rest. Wei Lai received another letter for her. Wei Lai thought that it was Lance's letter asking her for an answer. Wei Lai vaguely felt that I realized that I was escaping, although I was very tired these days, but I didn't have time to think about it.

She sat for a while before opening the letter, falsely alarmed, it was Harriet's letter.

Harriet came to John Knightley's house in Brunswick Square, London the day before yesterday. The reason for leaving Highbury was simple. It was said that her teeth had problems. London undoubtedly has more professional dentists, and Knightley Mrs. Turley needed company, too.

Mrs. Knightley is a warm person, and Harriet is well taken care of, but Mrs. Knightley makes her think of her friends in Highbury, Miss Emma Woodhouse and Mr. Knightley, and of herself. Foolish and wretchedly self-indulgent, her real purpose in coming to London was to avoid the enviable couple who were about to be engaged, but staying at John's had the opposite effect.

Harriet still remembers that when she talked to Emma about her feelings for Mr. Knightley, Emma encouraged her: "...his status is higher than yours...but more wonderful things have happened, and his status is higher. Disparities are united." She had no doubt that Emma meant what she said, but she couldn't accept the fact that her friend was about to marry Mr. Miss Ci told her.

Perhaps Emma can't be blamed for this. At Hatfield that day, she might have wanted to tell herself that Emma's uneasy look was the best evidence, but Miss Bates spoke first, and Harriet still remembered that she seemed to be being attacked by someone. The feeling when I hit a sap, I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Mr. Knightley decided to renege on Highbury only after knowing Mrs. Churchill's death. John and Isabella believed that Mrs. Churchill's death would promote the marriage between Frank and Emma, ​​which made Knightley unable to sit still .

He hurried back to Highbury, thinking he would hear heartbreaking news, he decided to face everything calmly, and gave Emma instructions and the same care as always, but God favored him, and Emma loved him deeply .After mutual understanding, Mr. Knightley couldn't wait to ask Mr. Woodhouse to marry Emma.

It was a happy marriage, and the only one who was sad was Harriet.

Harriet didn't sleep well all night. Sitting in the carriage the next day, she thought in a daze that Miss Bates must have written to Jane about this, and since Emma and Jane have such a good relationship, maybe Jane already knew about it. The stupid things I once said.

Harriet tapped her head angrily, she just felt ashamed.

As soon as the carriage passed the intersection, Wei Lai greeted him. When Harriet got off the carriage, she took Harriet's hand: "Although it didn't snow, it's colder today than yesterday. The road is frozen, right? I made tea and added a little bergamot to it. It has a unique taste, but I don’t know if it suits your taste. Is your tooth better? Does it still hurt?..."

Harriet was dragged into the living room by Wei Lai, her eyes were moist, and she couldn't say a word.

Sitting by the fireplace, holding a steaming cup of tea, the black tea accompanied by the fragrance of bergamot soothed Harriet's mood, while Wei Lai didn't say a word about Emma and Knightley, only chatting with her about the time in Bath. My experience: "... I used to hear Mrs. Elton say how beautiful Bath is, but I didn't take it seriously. After I went to see it this time, I realized that my vision was too narrow, so I should go out and have a look more. Miss Smith, you were right to leave Highbury and come to London, there are many things that Highbury does not have, and I think you will like them."

"Yes, I think so too, Miss Fairfax, do you know that Mrs. Elton is pregnant?"

"My aunt told me all the letters, and I sincerely wish her well."

That must have written Emma and Mr. Knightley too!Harriet regretted asking this question, and now she could only bite the bullet and say, "Then do you know that Emma and Mr. Knightley are about to get engaged?"

Wei Lai nodded: "It's all written in Auntie's letter, Miss Smith, I'm sorry, the tea is cold, I'm going to add hot water."

Harriet was still waiting for her to continue, her fragile nerves were ready for the shock, but Wei Lai just answered casually, as if she didn't care about this matter.Harriet's full armor was useless, and she let out a long sigh of relief after being stunned for a few seconds. Whether she was ignorant or sympathetic to herself, she thanked Jane.

The two talked happily for the next two hours, which was the most relaxing time in Harriet Zhexi's life. She never knew that the quiet Fairfax had such a lively side.

Such a relaxing moment relaxed Harriet's tense nerves. She took the initiative to mention Emma and Mr. Knightley, and she became emotional and couldn't help crying.Wei Lai was startled, and hurriedly handed her the handkerchief.

"Miss Fairfax, I'm sorry, I lost my temper, but I'm happy for Emma. The cold weather makes people sad, and that's what I do." Harriet wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, "I It's okay, really, you don't have to worry about me, I just think of the stupid things I did and said, and being happy for Emma, ​​I can't control myself when I have several emotions, but you see, I've calmed down now."

Wei Lai knew it well and didn't point it out: "Because I was worried about your teeth, I didn't prepare dessert today. I thought it was my poor hospitality that made you cry. I was shocked. The kitchen just made apple pie , would you like to use a little?" Regarding Harriet's emotional problems, Wei Lai didn't ask a word or persuade her. She hasn't figured out her own feelings yet, so what kind of emotional expert is she?

After eating apple pie and drinking apple tea, her whole body was warm. Harriet felt much better. She wanted to tell Jane what was on her mind, but for some reason, she felt that Jane didn't care about this matter.

I was afraid to talk when I came, and I had no place to talk when I left, so I could leave as I was full of talk, but Harriet was satisfied if she could come out to relax and cry.

Wei Lai comforted Harriet. She should invite her again. After obtaining Mrs. Knightley's consent, Harriet sent a letter, but learned that Wei Lai had already made an appointment.

Lydia invited Wei Lai to come to her house as a guest. Mrs. Amedeo happened to be going to Kingsley's house for afternoon tea. After calculating the time, Wei Lai arrived as soon as Mrs. Amedeo left.Lance has told Lydia that he is going to propose to Wei Lai. Although Lydia is worried that her mother will strongly object, she is still happy for her brother.

"Lance is not at home, and my mother is out. I am alone. Can you talk to me? Is Lucy's engagement party lively?" For some reason, Lydia did not attend Miss Johnson's engagement party. .

Wei Lai picked up a few important things, and Lydia nodded again and again, and sighed to her again that Miss Johnson and Mr. Scott should have been together long ago.

"The last thing I want is to see a lover be forced to separate. It is God's blessing that Lucy and Mr. Scott can be together again after so many years. I hope their ordeal is over and they can live happily ever after. Well, say After talking about others for so long, it's time to talk about you."

Wei Lai was stunned: "Me?"

Lydia sat down beside her and whispered, "Lance told me everything, and I could see it even if he didn't. To be honest, I thought my brother was a serious and reserved person all his life. Now it seems I didn't meet the right person. Jane, you are a good girl, I'm glad Lance likes you, well, I have to ask you a question, Lance won't let me ask, if he finds out, he will be angry, But I have to confirm, what kind of feelings do you have for him?"

Wei Lai blinked, and her red lips were pursed together. A blush spread from her snow-white neck to her cheeks. Before she could say anything, the door opened, and Lance stood at the door panting.

The eyes of the two collided. Lydia looked at the two of them and smiled inwardly. Do you still need to ask?The obvious answer.

When Lance entered the gate, he heard the servant say that Miss Fairfax was coming. At first he could pretend to be calm, then his steps became faster and faster, and finally he ran into the house.

"Mr. Amedeo, good afternoon."

"Jane... Miss Fairfax, good afternoon."

"Okay, Mr. Amedeo, Miss Fairfax, don't pretend to be polite in front of me." Lydia couldn't help laughing, "The tea is cold, I'll get someone to make a new one."

"Lydia!" The two called her in unison, and now Lydia was even happier.

"I have something to tell you." When she finished laughing, Lance said, "It's important, but I'm not sure if it's good or bad for you."

"what?"

"Drake Johnson is back."

Lance took Lydia's arm to prevent her from fainting, but Lydia was surprisingly calm: "Really? When did you come back?"

"Yesterday, he was outside."

It was like a password, the door opened slowly, and a tall, black and strong man stood at the door, holding a flat paper bag in his hand.

"Do you still recognize me?" The man's voice was hoarse.

Wei Lai supported Lydia, and could clearly feel the trembling under her calm appearance: "I know, Derek Johnson."

"I'm back." Mr. Johnson opened the paper bag. Inside was a folded white cloth. "I said I would bring you the best muslin to make your wedding dress. I hope I'm not late."

The author has something to say: tell me about my conjunctivitis.I saw a friend asking what it feels like to have conjunctivitis.

I got conjunctivitis for the first time three years ago. It was in July. Summer is the peak season for conjunctivitis infection, and it came very quickly. I could feel the pain in my eyes like being bitten by a mosquito, and it turned red soon. I went to the hospital to make a diagnosis of acute conjunctivitis. The first infection was fast, and the recovery was fast, less than a week.

The second time is the summer of the second year. This time is a little longer than the first time, half a month is good.

The third time, this summer, was very similar to the first time. I felt my eyes hurt a bit, and they were all bloodshot overnight. I knew it was not good, and it was diagnosed as follicular conjunctivitis.

However, what gave me the most headache this time was the repetition. It seemed that it was almost healed, and then it relapsed immediately.

I have been running to the hospital for three consecutive months, and the doctors think it is too stubborn.

Later, I thought it had something to do with my daily routine. I used to think it was just right to go to bed at twelve o’clock, and I played with my phone for an hour before going to bed. When I was excited, it might be two hours or three hours. I didn’t pay attention to my eyes.

I used to buy artificial tears, various eye drops in Japan, and mermaid tears in France, but it hurts the eyes very much.

After all, eye drops are medicines and cannot be used for a long time, especially artificial tears, which will make dry eye more and more serious.

The blue light from computer screens and mobile phones is very harmful to the eyes. If you stare at it for an hour, you will definitely be tired. If your eyes are inflamed, you will be tired within 10 minutes.

The doctor suggested that I use the computer for half an hour, and after four or ten minutes, let my eyes rest naturally, look at the distance, jump up and down, and don't use eye drops all the time.

I have now adjusted my work and rest time. I go to bed at ten o’clock. I don’t play with my mobile phone before going to bed, and I try not to play with my mobile phone every day. I control the time spent on the computer and drink wolfberry. I think it is quite useful.