[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

[Anna Thorpe died at the age of 12.Oh, who is Anna Thorpe you ask?Maybe you don't know this name, but you must have seen a flower girl with two braids and often wearing a gray sarong. She is Anna, an orphan girl wandering on the street.

No, it is not accurate to say that she is an orphan. Her parents live at the end of this street, and there is a younger brother who is only one year old. This is a very happy family of three, but no one came to pick her up. Anna's body.She was hit to death by a carriage. She was lying on the stone road that had passed through thousands of times, staring at the sky without blinking. A crazy girl is going crazy...

For two days, no one picked up Anna's body, she lay there quietly.The stench of the dead body slowly spread outward, killing passers-by and attracting flies, the only creatures around her.The carriage that had hit her to death came again, and the owner of the carriage still remembered the poor flower girl. He said, "My God, I sincerely repent of my mistakes. Please forgive me. The poor man is buried."

Burials cost a fortune, and he was praised in the street for his generosity.At this time, a man in ragged clothes limped over. He had a stench comparable to that of a corpse. The crowd dispersed in disgust. He grinned and made a smile that was uglier than crying, showing a Disgusting big yellow teeth, claiming to be Anna's father...]

The weather changed suddenly, and the sunny sky half an hour ago was suddenly covered with dark clouds. Old Jack lit two candles, and the flickering candlelight reflected Lance Amedeo's face very deeply.

"Mr. Amedeo." Old Jack said softly, "This..."

"Reject." Lance handed the letter over the candle, nearly setting it on fire.

Old Jack hurriedly caught it, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "Then how do you write the reply? To be honest, this Mr. Jonas Meyer wrote very well. Although there are some sentences that I don't understand well, but Overall, it’s pretty good, but the content doesn’t match the style of our newspaper, and I don’t think such a promising young man should be punished.”

The literature section of "Daily Morning News" has always kept up with the trend. Romantic literature and sentimental literature are popular now. Mr. Jonas Meyer's manuscripts in such a realistic style are not included in the selection range, if not for the Department of Literature has not accepted it for a week The manuscript has arrived, and Old Jack won't even read this article of "The Flower Girl".

Old Jack waited anxiously for Lance's answer.

Lance tapped twice on the desktop, thought for a while, and said: "I will tell, you will write. Dear Mr. Jonas Meyer, it is an honor to receive your manuscript. After discussion by all the editors of the Literature Department of this newspaper Afterwards, regrettably, we made the difficult decision to reject the manuscript..."

"...we had a hard time deciding to reject the manuscript. "The Flower Girl" is too realistic, dark, and distorted. It is not wise to set everyone as a villain in order to highlight the pity of the flower girl. It cannot show the author's deep thinking and criticism of reality. We agree that Mr. Mayer's writing is commendable, and we also look forward to your writing better works, but we hope that the respected Mr. Jonas Mayer can start from Come out of the study and experience the real world for yourself. Finally, please forgive me, I have a little opinion on your calligraphy. I know that writers are free and free, but can you standardize your calligraphy so that it is easier for editors to read manuscripts.

Jack Owen, Literary Editor, The Morning Post"

Wei Lai scratched his heart and waited for a reply letter for a week. He hid it in his chest since he came out of the post office. He couldn't hide his excitement. When he took the reply letter out of his chest, he still carried her body temperature. After that, the whole body is cold.

When she was an editor, she often rejected manuscripts. She never regarded rejection as a big deal, but she knew what pain was when the knife was cut on her body. The feeling of being extinguished by a basin of ice water was too uncomfortable.

Wei Lai lay on the table, staring blankly at the small piece of gray sky outside the window, and read the rejection letter again.

[It is unwise to set everyone as a villain in order to highlight the pity of the flower girl, and it does not show the author's deep thinking and criticism of reality. 】

She grabbed the letter and read the sentence several times to make sure that she had not misunderstood it, and she burst into anger.

what does it mean?

Does this mean that she pretends to be deep and expresses her sorrow for the new words?

Between the lines, he looked like he knew her well.

joke.

Wei Lai put the letter away in the drawer, put on his hat and walked out of the bedroom, and said to Miss Bates who was sitting in the living room, "Auntie, the weather is fine now, I'm going out for a walk, and I'll be back in a while."

Miss Bates glanced at the gray sky.

"Go for a walk? Jane, wait for me, I'll go with you."

Wei Lai waved his hand: "No need, Auntie, I won't go too far, I'll be back in a while."

"Jane, Jane!" Miss Bates grabbed her hat and rushed over, only to see her niece disappearing behind the door.

When I went out to get the letter, there were only a few dark clouds floating in the sky, but now it is covered with lead clouds, and there are only a few sparse pedestrians on the street.

Wei Lai walked forward angrily with an umbrella, without a definite destination in mind, she just wanted to move forward, the faster the better, if it wasn't for the inconvenience of the skirt, she would have wanted to run.Sadness, anger, and unexplainable shame dominated her emotions, giving her an urge to cry.

I don't know how long she walked, she was tired, she had no strength to be sad and angry, and not far away was the apple grove of Mr. Knightley's house.It turned out that she had been walking for so long, looking up at the sky, the black clouds were low, and it seemed that it was going to rain, so she turned around and walked back, but saw a familiar figure walking towards her from far and near Come.

"Jane." Frank Churchill was wearing a dark blue robe, walking towards her against the light, the tail of the robe was lifted by the wind, like a chic swordsman.

It is undeniable that when you are in a bad mood, looking at beautiful and handsome people or things will make you feel better involuntarily.

"Mr. Churchill."

Frank Churchill stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on her face: "We don't have to be so strange when we meet in private, dear Jane."

Ouch--

The words "Dear Jane" caused goosebumps all over Wei Lai's body. She took a step back and looked around cautiously: "It's better to be careful, someone will pass by at any time. This is not far from Mr. Knightley's residence It’s not far away, and it’s troublesome to be seen.”

Frank sighed impatiently: "Secretly, I really hate my life now, Jane, I believe you must have the same feelings as me, I always hope to marry you as soon as possible, I dare say we will be The happiest couple, but now I can't disclose our relationship, Jane, please bear with me for a while, believe me, it won't be too long."

When he talked about the emotion, he grabbed Wei Lai's hand.

What?

Wei Lai was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"simple?"

As a fiancée, Wei Lai realized that her reaction was too abnormal, not like the attitude of a fiancée to her fiancé. She adjusted her emotions as soon as possible, and pretended to be shy and said: "I have said to be careful, what if someone sees it?"

"You're too careful, it's almost raining, no one will come here."

Seeing that he wasn't suspicious, Wei Lai felt relieved, and then thought of what he said just now, and felt funny in his heart, writing empty checks again and again, really making Jane a fool?

"I recently received a piano, was it from you?"

Frank nodded: "Do you like it? I went to London to buy it specially for you. Your piano skills deserve a good piano."

Although Wei Lai didn't know anything about pianos, the pianos sent by Frank knew that they were expensive.Give it to her, it's really flowers stuck in cow dung.

"Your behavior is too high-profile. Do you know that on the day the piano was delivered, many people gathered around my house and asked me who gave it to me. They looked at me with ambiguous and curious eyes. Of course I can't say it's you. It can be said that it is Colonel Campbell, so there are still many people who are skeptical. They must still be guessing, maybe there are smart people in Highbury who can guess that you sent it. Frank, I don’t like to lie, don’t send it next time Give me something, lest I slip up."

"Don't you like the piano I gave you?" Frank withdrew his smile. Although his tone sounded relaxed, his expression was not very good-looking.

Wei Lai glanced at him and turned his face away: "It's not that I don't like it, but it's too high-profile and will cause us trouble."

"Trouble! Trouble! You've been emphasizing trouble to me since we got back to Highbury, Jane. Is that why you're so afraid?" Frank snapped.

Wei Lai was taken aback, and then sneered: "Yes, of course I'm afraid, otherwise, how about making our relationship public? I don't dare, do you dare? You don't dare either, right, you are not afraid of your father and stepmother I know, and I'm not afraid that your uncle and aunt will know?"

Her sarcasm stung Frank, and a look of frustration climbed up his face for a moment, his whole body was like a balloon that had been punctured and deflated, and he said listlessly, "Jane, I..."

[Damn it, it's like two old couples who have been married for ten years, the man's impotence and the woman's breast reduction are arguing. 】Wei Lai closed his eyes: "Frank, I don't think we can drag this on any longer..."

Frank seemed to know what she was going to say, and interrupted her without hesitation: "Jane, don't say..."

"Let's call off our engagement."

She finally spoke up.

The apple grove was surprisingly quiet, not even the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Frank stared at her blankly, pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing, as if he wanted to see a hole in her face.Under such complex gazes, Wei Lai felt a little uncomfortable, "Frank..."

"I don't agree." Frank said coldly, "Even if you are angry, don't say such things as canceling the engagement. I will never agree."

"But just drag it on endlessly like this? When will it be the end?"

"I'll find a way."

"any solution?"

"I will try my best to persuade my aunt. She has already mentioned my marriage, and I will persuade her."

"What if not?"

"Jane, I don't make predictions about things that haven't happened. You should trust me." Frank pretended to be relaxed. "As for your concern that our relationship will be discovered by outsiders, you can rest assured that I already have a countermeasure."

Wei Lai frowned, feeling bad: "What?"

"Ahem." Frank pressed his fist to his lips, and said with some embarrassment, "You may object when I say it, but this is the best way I can think of so far—using Miss Woodhouse as a shield."

The author has something to say: Frank really can't think of any good way to get his aunt to accept Jane, except for dragging words. property.

I think Austin still prefers Frank and Jane. In order to make the two of them together, all obstacles were removed in the end. Frank used Emma to apologize and it was over. He also got blessings from everyone. For comparison, " In Pride and Prejudice, Lydia and Willoughby, Frank and Jane are like Austin's son and daughter.