Miss Emily gets into a cold war with her parents after the prom. Her parents were determined not to indulge her wayward words and actions, and Miss Emily could not accept to marry a man of her time, and devote her limited life to the infinite career of husband and child. In the case of the complete inconsistency of the three views, the dialogue between the two sides cannot even last for three rounds.

Here's an example: "Ladies are all going to get married. We can't support you for the rest of your life. The parents gave bitter advice.

"I can support myself. Miss Emily didn't care, she had been secretly earning money for a long time.

"Oh my God, a noble lady goes out to make money?" Miss Emily's mother was about to pass out.

This is the end of the conversation.

Bathing in the eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped all day long, if it weren't for Miss Emily's firm heart, it is estimated that she would have doubted her IQ a long time ago. Even though Miss Emily firmly believes that I am the truth, the inability to communicate still frustrates her. This frustration culminated when her mother forcibly dragged her to the town to buy it, despite her rush to the manuscript.

Miss Emily's parents didn't mean to delay her work. After thinking about it for the past two days, they felt that the reason why Emily was so willful was because she had been pampered since she was a child and had never worried about property. Let her have a clear concept of money, and the problem may be solved.

Walking into the store, Miss Emily's parents pointed to pieces of fabric, asked for the price of each piece of jewelry, and asked a few to look at Emily. If Miss Emily didn't know their purpose anymore, she would be sorry for the age of her two lives combined. To be honest, Emily's manuscript fee is not very much, and her plot is novel, but in terms of rhetoric and pronunciation, it is difficult to compare with the indigenous people who have been culturally influenced since childhood. If she were to rely on the manuscript fee alone, she could have lived a better life than her tutor, and it was unlikely that she would have enjoyed the decent life she had now. One end of the scale is a life of luxury, which is hard to give up, but the other side is freedom and dignity, and of course she chooses freedom and dignity.

Poor Miss Emily's parents, their mouths were dry when they asked, and it was not good not to buy them when they asked, and the person who wanted to prompt them was indifferent, and I don't know if she understood but didn't care, or didn't understand. The mother was kind and persuasive: "My dear, if you live on manuscript money in the future, you will have to say goodbye to these beautiful clothes and jewelry completely." Don't you want to change your decision?"

Miss Emily let out a long sigh and said she was very impressed, and then resolutely rejected her mother's offer.

Miss Emily's father frowned, and her mother, fearing that he and Emily would quarrel in the store, suggested going out to have a look. "I heard that a group of gypsies came to town and haven't left yet. ”

Although he knew that this was a way to divert attention, Miss Emily's father didn't want to really quarrel with his daughter, maybe she would change her mind when she went back with Emily's pocket money and let her go out to live in a rented house for a while.

The Gypsy camp is easy to find, with faint drums and bells to be heard in the distance. People don't feel as fresh as they did when the Gypsies first arrived, but there are still some onlookers.

It was the first time that Miss Emily had seen a gypsy perform. To the rhythmic beat of the drums, the gypsy girl tirelessly spun in circles, like a lithe fawn, and a little slender calf was faintly peeking out under the fluttering skirt. Miss Emily's mother felt that this was a bit unruly, and waved the fan against her chest uncomfortably. But Miss Emily didn't feel anything wrong at all.

At the end of the dance, a half-grown boy took out a tray and went around the field to collect money. When he finally reached the three of them, the boy bowed to Miss Emily's father, but stood closer to Miss Emily when he lifted the tray. His choice was wise, and this time he received another satisfactory reward. He bowed again. "Thank you for your generosity, dear Sir, Madam and Mademoiselle, and allow me to offer the gypsies in return. "Isn't the line familiar? That's right, it's still a familiar recipe or a familiar taste, and today's gypsy guy is also doing his best to deduct a few gold coins from the audience.

Miss Emily's father looked at the half-grown boy with a critical eye. "What thanks?"

The gypsy boy didn't say it right away. Like everyone who engages in sales in the feudal superstitious industry, he has to maintain a certain sense of mystery and whet the other party's appetite. "It depends on your relationship with us. ”

Miss Emily's father knew a little about the Gypsies' tricks, but when he saw that his wife and daughter looked interested, he did not say anything against it. The three of them have been in a bad mood because of the quarrel for a few days, and it is rare that they are interested in something, so they should spend money to make their wives and daughters happy.

A quarter of an hour later, the boy ran back out of breath. "My grandmother had an eye that occasionally glimpsed fate. He carefully glanced at the head of the family out of the corner of his eye, and Miss Emily's father showed no obvious disgust. The boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to say to Miss Emily, "You have given too much money, I will beg her, and she will say that she is willing to see your future." I'll take you to the tent if you wish. ”

Like Emma, Miss Emily suddenly thought of the legend of the gypsy divination. Maybe, maybe she'll find a way home!

Miss Emily's father was not a believer in this, and like most people in this era, he was a Catholic. But like every man who has trouble that cannot be solved, he also has a little luck mentality, maybe the wizard of the other race can see the future of his daughter, maybe the wizard can solve the problem that they are arguing about? He hesitated to glance at his wife, and saw in his dear eyes the same thought as his own.

Miss Emily's parents were a little entangled in their hearts, and they didn't notice Miss Emily's unusual agitation.

The trio followed the boy through the camp, the hustle and bustle of the crowd and the rhythmic beat of the drums gradually falling behind, and a different tent appeared before them.

The boy bent down and gestured to the three of them with a gesture of please. "Grandma was inside. He watched them enter the tent, stretching with his hands behind his head, and the rest was not his duty.

The gypsy girl, who had just been dancing, was replaced by a man leading a horse, and she walked towards the resting tent, muffling her voice as she passed the boy. "Hey, can't you change your words every time, what if someone comes to the soothsayer a second time?"

The boy looked surprised: "Of course he ran away immediately." When did Grandma calculate it accurately? The second time I came to settle accounts with her, I must have come to settle accounts with her. ”

Of course, the three people who entered the tent did not know what was going on outside, and if they knew, they would have left immediately, but unfortunately they did not know.

After entering the tent, a faint smoke filled it, and an old man wrapped in a vaguely patterned robe and hooded sat behind a table, his dry hand slowly caressing a crystal ball. She didn't look up, staring intently at the flowing smoke in the crystal ball, and her hoarse voice sounded mysterious: "Welcome, guests from afar." ”

Miss Emily's family couldn't help but get serious. "Hello. ”

After a moment, the old man turned his attention away from the crystal ball. She looked at Miss Emily, and the wrinkles on her face were so deep that they seemed to have been carved on, which reminded Miss Emily of the annual rings, which were all traces of time. Her eyes were not cloudy like those of ordinary old men, but shimmered brightly and wisely. The way she stared at Miss Emily was a little strange. Just when everyone thought she was going to say something to Miss Emily, she spoke to Miss Emily's parents. "This crystal ball can only see the fate of people who are destined. ”

Miss Emily's mother didn't quite understand what the old man meant. "We don't need divination, you just have to look at Emily's future. ”

The old man did not speak.

Miss Emily's father soon understood. "You're going to do a divination for Emily alone? We're not going to leave Emily alone in the tent. He was not worried about his daughter going out alone, let alone leaving her alone in the tent of a strange gypsy.

The old man shook his head. "Divination does not need to be evaded, but this time it involves intimate matters, and I thought that this young lady wanted to hear the prophecy alone. ”

Miss Emily's heart skipped a beat. What is the question of intimacy? Why should I listen to it alone? Is it a matter of time travel? Miss Emily's parents had a completely different mind. They think that the old man is talking about marriage. The three of them had different minds, but their decisions were unanimous.

Miss Emily's parents quickly walked out of the tent, but still a little uneasy, stayed outside the tent, ready to rush in as soon as something happened.

After the unrelated personnel left, the old man said in a sigh-like tone, "You shouldn't be here. 166 Reading Network