Rochester and Jane Eyre's thoughts on reading.

Bright midsummer shines in England; The sky is so clear and the sun is so bright. It is rare for us to have such good weather in a place surrounded by waves, but it has been like this for many days now. It seems that there is a group of Italian weather, like cheerful passing birds flying from the south, perching on the cliffs of England. Hay has been collected; The fields around Thornfield are green and have been harvested; The road makes the sun white and hard; The trees are lush and very lush; Hedges and Woods are densely covered with branches and dense leaves, which is in sharp contrast with the bright grassland with sunny sunshine.

On the eve of John the Baptist, Adele picked wild strawberries for a long time on the path in Haicun. She was so tired that she went to bed as soon as the sun went down. After watching her fall asleep, I left her and walked to the garden.

At this moment, it is the sweetest moment in 24 hours-"the day has exhausted its fire", and the cool dew falls on the breathing plain and on the charred top of the mountain. Where the sunset sinks in a simple way-without gorgeous clouds-a touch of solemn purple spreads out, and a ruby and fire-like flame burns on the spire of a mountain, extending high and far away, becoming softer and softer, occupying half of it.

I walked on the paved road for a while, but a subtle and familiar smell-the smell of cigars-crawled out of the window. I saw a palm-wide gap in the window of the library. I knew someone might look at me from there, so I walked away and walked into the orchard. There is nothing more secret in the garden, more like a corner of the Garden of Eden. There are lush trees and flowers, high walls on one side and the same yard. On the other side, a beech-covered road separates it from the lawn like a barrier. Below it is a short hedge, which is the only boundary between it and the lonely field. A winding path leads to the fence. There is a osmanthus tree by the roadside, and at the end of the road is a huge horse chestnut, surrounded by a row of seats. You can walk here without being found. In this quiet and quiet, I feel as if I will wander in this shadow forever. But at this moment, I was attracted by the light projected by the rising moon on the open space high in the garden and passed through the flower beds and orchards, but I stopped, not because I heard or saw anything, but because I smelled a scent that alerted me.

Rosebud, Artemisia annua, jasmine, carnation flower, rose, have long been offering their own evening fragrance. The smell that just floated in is neither shrub nor flower, but I am familiar with it. It comes from Mr rochester's cigar. I looked around and listened. I saw the ripe fruit hanging heavily on the tree and heard a nightingale singing in the Woods half a mile away. I can't see the moving figure. But the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger. I have to run. I walked to the side door leading to the bush, but I saw Mr. Rochester coming in. I dodged and hid in a secluded place covered with ivy. He won't stay long, and he will come back the same way soon. As long as I sit still, he will never see me.

But I can't-dusk is as lovely to him as it is to me, and the old garden is just as attractive. He walked on, picked up the gooseberry branch and looked at it for a while, watching the fruit press on it like a plum. Pick a ripe cherry from the wall later; Then he bent down and walked to a bunch of flowers, either smelling the flowers or admiring the dew on the petals. A big moth buzzed past me and landed on the flower branch at Mr. Rochester's feet. He bent down to look at it when he saw it.

"Now, he has his back to me," I thought. "He is absorbed. Maybe if I step on it lightly, I can slip away unnoticed. "

I stepped on the grass beside the road to avoid exposing myself with the click of the gravel road. He was standing in the middle of the flower bed, a yard or two away from where I had to pass. Obviously, moths attracted his attention. "I will pass it smoothly," I thought to myself. Before the moon rose very high, Mr. Rochester's long figure was cast in the garden. I was just about to cross this shadow when he whispered without looking back:

"Jane, come and see this guy." I didn't make a sound, and there were no eyes behind him-couldn't his shadow feel anything? I was startled at first, and then walked up to him. "Look at its wings," he said. "It reminds me of a West Indies insect. It is rare to see such a big and gorgeous night bug in Britain. Look! It flew away. "

The moth drifted away, and I retreated awkwardly. But Mr rochester followed me to the side door. He said, it's a pity to come back and sit in the house on such a beautiful night. When the sunset meets the bright moon, no one wants to go to bed. "I have a defect, that is, although I am articulate and fluent in answering, I am often at a loss when I need to make excuses. So some key points are more difficult. Or effectively escape to get rid of the painful predicament, I often make mistakes. I don't want to walk alone in the shady orchard with Mr. Rochester at this time. But I can't find a reason to go out. I followed slowly and tried my best to get rid of it. But he looks so calm and serious, which makes me feel ashamed of my panic. If I have a ghost in my heart-now or in the future-

"Jane," he began again. We walked into the path covered with laurel trees and slowly walked towards the short fence and buckeye. "Thornfield is a lovely place in summer, isn't it?" "Yes, sir." "You must like Thornfield House very much-you have an eye for natural beauty and you like it very much." "To be honest, I am attached to this place." "Besides, although I don't understand what's going on, I can see that you have begun to care about Adele, a little fool, and even that simple-minded old woman Fairfax."

"Yes, sir, although they are different in nature, I have feelings for both of them." And it will be sad to break up with them. ""What a pity! "He sighed and said after a pause." "Things are always like this in the world," he immediately went on to say that once you settle down in a pleasant place, a voice will wake you up and move on, because it's past the break time. ""Do I have to move on, sir? "I asked." Must I leave Thornfield? I think you have to go, Jane. I'm sorry, Janet, but I really think you should go "This is a blow, but I won't let it knock me down. Well, sir, you give me the order and I'll go. " "Now the order has come-I must go tonight." "So you're getting married, sir?" "Indeed, indeed, for example, this, right. With your usual alertness, you have hit the nail on the head. " "Soon, sir?" "Soon, my first time-that is, Miss Eyre, do you remember, Jane, I told you for the first time, or the rumor was clear, that I was going to put a sacred rope around my old bachelor's neck and enter a sacred marriage state-hug Miss Ingram into my arms, in short (she held a big hug, but it doesn't matter-like my beauty. You didn't look back for moths, did you? It's just a ladybug, son. I want to remind you that what I appreciate is your prudence, foresight, shrewdness and humility, which is suitable for your responsible but not independent career. First of all, if I marry Miss Ingram, you and little Adele should leave at once. I don't care about the insult to my lover's personality implied by this suggestion. Tell the truth. I will try to forget it. I only notice wisdom. It is so clever that I have taken it as a rule of action. Adele must go to school. Miss Eyre, you have to find a new job. "

"Yes, sir, I'll advertise right away, and at the same time, I think-"I want to say, "I think I can stay here until I find another place to live." But I stopped and felt that I couldn't risk saying a long sentence because my voice was difficult to control. "I hope to be the groom in a month," Mr. Rochester continued. In the meantime, I will look for it for you myself. I think that when a servant works as well as you do, she has the right to ask her employer for some easy help. Actually, I heard my future mother-in-law say a place suitable for you. It is Kuguo village in Connaught, Ireland, which teaches dionis Hughes. Mrs Augarde's five daughters. I think you will like Ireland. They say the people there are very enthusiastic. "

"It's far from here, sir." "It doesn't matter-a reasonable girl like you won't object to sailing or distance." "Not a voyage, but a distance. And the sea is a big obstacle-""Where to leave, Jane? " "Leave England and Thornfield, and-""What?" "Leave you, sir." I almost said this unconsciously, and tears poured out involuntarily. But I didn't cry out loud and I avoided sobbing. I shudder at the thought of Mrs Ogde and Kuguo Village. My heart is even colder when I think that the sea and waves are bound to churn between me and my master who walks side by side. And when I think of the Wang Yang sea between me and what I naturally and inevitably love, separated by wealth, class and customs, my heart is cold.

"It's far from here," I added. "That's true. I'll never see you again when you get to Kuguo village in Connaught. That's for sure. I have never been to Ireland because I don't like this country very much. We have always been good friends, don't you think, Jane? " "Yes, sir." "On the eve of parting, friends often like to spend the rest of their time intimately. Come on-when there are stars in the sky, we spend about half an hour talking calmly about sailing and parting. Here is the horse chestnut, and here is the stool around the old root. Come on, let's sit here quietly tonight, although we are doomed never to sit together again. "

"It's a long way from here to Ireland, Janet. I'm sorry to put my little friend on such a tiring journey. But what if there is no better idea? Jane, do you think I have anything in common with you? " I dare not answer at this moment, because I am very excited inside.

"Because," he said, "sometimes I have a strange feeling about you-especially when you are near me like this. My left rib seems to have a string, which is closely connected with the string in the same part of your little body. If the roaring strait and the land of about 200 miles separate us far away, I am afraid that this string of emotional communication will break, so I think anxiously that my heart will bleed.

"Then I will never, sir, you know-"I can't go on. Jane, did you hear the nightingale singing in the forest? ? -listen! "I sobbed as I listened, and I couldn't restrain my repressed feelings any longer, so I had to let them show. I'm shaking with pain. When I finally spoke, I could only express an impulsive wish: I wish I had never been born and had never been to Thornfield. "Are you sad because you are leaving?" The strong emotions aroused by sadness and love in my heart are gaining the upper hand. I try my best to dominate everything, overwhelm everything, overcome everything, demand survival, expand and finally dominate everything, yes-I also demand disclosure.

"I'm sorry to leave Thornfield. I love Thornfield-I love it because I live a full and happy life here-at least for a while. I have not been trampled on, nor rigid, nor have I been among people with low ambitions, nor have I been excluded from all opportunities to communicate with bright, healthy and noble hearts. I have been face to face with people I respect and people I like. -I talk with a unique, active and broad mind. I know you very well, Mr. Rochester, and insisting on being separated from you forever makes me feel fear and pain. I see that I have to part, just as I see that I have to die. "

"Where did you see it?" He asked suddenly. "Where? Sir, you put this necessity before me. " "What kind of necessity?" "Just like Miss Ingram, a noble and beautiful woman-your bride." My bride! What bride? I have no bride! ""but you will. " "Yes, I will! I will! "He gritted his teeth, so I have to go-you said it yourself." No, you have to stay! I swear.-I keep my promise. ""I tell you I'm leaving! "I retorted, feeling very impulsive." Do you think I will stay and be a nobody for you? You think I'm a machine? -An emotionless machine? Can I tolerate others taking a bite of bread from my mouth and spilling a drop of water of life from my cup? Is it because I am poor, obscure, plain and small, so I have no soul and no heart? -There's nothing wrong with you? -My mind is as rich as you, and my heart is as full as you! If God gave me a little beauty and a lot of wealth, I would make you inseparable as you are now. I'm not talking to you according to customs, conventions, or even flesh and blood, but my soul is talking to your soul, as if the two of us had passed through the grave and stood at God's feet, equal to each other-that's it! "

"That's it!" Mr. Rochester repeated, "So," he added, taking me in his arms and putting his lips to mine. "So, Jane?" "Yes, it is, sir," I replied, "but it isn't. Because you're married-or it's the same as getting married, marrying someone far less than you-someone who doesn't hit it off with you-I don't believe you really love her, because I've seen and heard you laugh at her. I would despise such a combination, so I

"Where to, Jane? Go to Ireland? " "Yes, I'm going to Ireland. I have spoken my mind, and now I can go anywhere. " "Jane, calm down, don't struggle like a crazy bird, trying to pull off your feathers." "I'm not a bird and I'm not trapped. I am a free man with independent will, and now I will leave you according to my own will. " After another struggle, I took off my body. "He said that I dedicate my hand, my heart and a share of my property to you. ""You are putting on a farce, but I just laughed it off. "I ask you to spend the rest of your life by my side-be my other half and be the best partner in the world."

"That kind of fate, you have made a choice, you should stick to it." "Jane, please calm down for a while. You are too excited. I will calm down." A gust of wind blew through the laurel path, passed through the swaying branches of aesculus, and drifted away-far away-and disappeared to the ends of the earth. The nightingale's voice became the only voice at this moment, and I cried again. He looked at me kindly and seriously. It was a long time before he spoke. Finally, he said, "Come to me, Jane, and let's explain and understand each other." "I will never come back to you. I have been taken away and there is no turning back. " "But, Jane, I asked you to be my wife. I want to marry you. "

I didn't say a word and thought he was laughing at me. "Come here, Jane-come here." "Your bride is in our way." He stood up and walked up to me. "My bride is here," he said, pulling me aside again. "Because the right person for me is here, and someone likes me, Jane, will you marry me? I still haven't answered. I still want to get rid of him, because I still don't believe it. Do you doubt me, Jane? " "Absolutely." "You don't believe me?" "Not at all."

"Do you think I am a liar?" He asked excitedly. "Suspicious little thing, I have to convince you. What love do I have with Miss Ingram? No, then you should know. What love does she have for me? No, I have tried my best to prove it. I put out a rumor that my property is less than one-third of what I expected, and then I showed up to see the result for myself. She and her mother are cold to me. I don't want to-I can't-marry Miss Ingram. You-you are eccentric-you are almost an elf-like guy-I like to love myself.

"What, me!" I suddenly cried out. Because of his seriousness, especially his rude words and deeds, I began to believe his sincerity. "I, I have no friends in this world except you. If you are my friend, there is no money except the money you gave me." "It's you, Jane. I must let you belong to me, completely to me. Would you? Say' yes' quickly. " "Mr. Rochester, let me see your face. Turn to the side facing the moonlight. " "Why?"

"Because I want to look at your face carefully, turn!" "There, all you can see is a torn page. Look down, just hurry up, because I feel uncomfortable. " His face was full of anxiety, his facial features twitched violently, and his eyes shone strangely. "Oh, Jane, you are torturing me!" He shouted. "You are torturing me by looking at me with those sharp, generous and credible eyes!" "How could I? If you are true and your proposal is true, then my feelings for you will only be gratitude and loyalty-that can't be torture. " "Thanksgiving!" He blurted out and frantically added-"Jane, please accept me. Say, Edward-call my name-Edward, I will marry you. " "Are you serious? Do you really love me? -Do you really want me to be your wife? " "I really want to. If it is necessary to swear to satisfy you, I will swear. "

"Then, sir, I will marry you." "My name is Edward, my little lady." "Dear Edward!" "Come to me-completely," he said, pressing his cheek against mine and adding in a low voice in my ear, "Make me happy-I will make you happy." "God, forgive me!" He quickly added, "Others, don't interfere with me. I have got her and I want to catch her. " "No one will interfere, Sir. I have no relatives to interfere. "

"No-that's great," he said. If I didn't love him so much, I would find his tone and ecstatic expression a bit rude. But I woke up from the nightmare of parting and was given the perfect match, sitting next to him, thinking only of sipping the endless spring of happiness. He repeatedly asked, "Are you happy, Jane?" And I answered "yes" again and again. Then he muttered, "It will atone-it will atone. Didn't I find that she had no friends, no comfort and was left out in the cold? I won't protect her, cherish her and comfort her? There is no love in my heart, and my determination is not always the same? All this will be compensated in the court of God. I know that the creator will allow me to do what I have done. As for the judgment of the world-I don't care. Other people's opinions-I flatly refuse. "

However, what happened at night? The moon hasn't sunk yet, and we are all lost in the shadows. Although the master is close to me, I can hardly see his face. What happened to buckeye? It twisted and groaned, and the wind roared on the laurel path and came straight at us.