"Letter from home?" said George, leaning over with a biscuit in his mouth. "From the housekeeper?"

"No, it's my letter. Before he could see it, Emma had untied the note from the pigeon's lap. When she saw the ink at the intersection, she knew that the carrier pigeon had been delivered, but she did not expect the letter to come faster than she expected. "Dear brother, please don't murder your image like this. Remember what the parliamentarians said about you, you only look like a nobleman in terms of etiquette, and now you're going to lose this last virtue?"

George puffed out his cheeks like a hamster and chewed quickly, then tilted his head and swallowed the biscuit. "Don't do that, Emma, there's no outsider here. ”

"Do you have no outsiders including two young unmarried ladies who are not related to you by blood?"

George looked around vigilantly, and the two young ladies stayed in their rooms and did not come out. He breathed a sigh of relief and protested, "Don't scare your poor brother like this. ”

Emma stood up and bowed gracefully. "Allow me to atone for my sins and leave this quiet space to you alone. ”

George didn't want to be alone in the living room, so what's the point. "Are you going back to your room?"

"Yes. I have something to deal with. Emma noticed George's hand being aimed at her, and she was holding the note she had just arrived. George deliberately made it obvious, it was a silent inquiry. However, Emma didn't want to tell him about it. "With all due respect, if you're idle while Mr. Darcy and the others are dealing with the letters, you'll have to be left alone to deal with the backlog of letters while they're out hunting. ”

George immediately hung his head listlessly like a sunburned flower. "Okay, then I'll go to the study. ”

Emma went back to her room and locked the door, slowly unfolding the note. It's not so much a note as a letter that has been folded over and over again. The familiar square words are densely written on a piece of paper. In Emma's imagination, Miss Emily would vent her bitterness in the letter and ask her for information. Surprisingly, the letter begins peacefully.

"Dear compatriots, I don't know if we are from the same place. I used to think that if I could find a compatriot, I would have so much to say to her. However, I don't know where to start.

I have parents and older brothers who love me, classmates and friends. There was no cliff jumping, no car accidents, no scumbag boyfriends and girlfriends betraying me, and I woke up in this strange place and became a noble lady. When I first arrived, I was terrified, fearing that someone would see the difference and burn me at the stake. All along, I smiled with dignity like a true aristocratic lady, devoted all my energies to art that I was not interested in, and was ready to give all my life to my future husband and son. A few years later, when I looked in the mirror, I realized that it was not me in the mirror, but her. My real hobbies, my real thoughts, my real words were all blurred in my mind. If my appearance changes, my behavior changes, my thoughts change, am I still me? Am I still alive? I desperately rummage through the definition of self in philosophy books. Write down memories on a slip of paper late at night, and take them to burn at dawn.

Finally, I decided to be myself. I hate men condescending to women as weak and stupid decorations, I hate loveless marriages, I hate classism. Once, a man whom my parents recommended to me for marriage boasted in front of me that ladies didn't even know how to spell the word politics. I used to supple myself by saying that I really didn't understand, and against my will, I praised his bullshit views. Later, when he tried again to murder my ears with a fallacy, I told him that if politics was as illogical as he said, I would never know how to spell the word politics. The maid in the house once made a skirt that was similar to my skirt in private, which was forbidden, and I was afraid that if I didn't show my displeasure, it would be considered abnormal, so I told her not to wear that skirt again. To this day, I remember the look in her eyes, the painful look that suddenly realized that she was inferior. She looked beautiful in that dress, better than me. After deciding not to pretend anymore, I approached her and sincerely apologized to her. My parents thought I was abnormal and even took me to church to ask the pastor to pray for me. How ironic that I didn't encounter this scene when I crossed over, but I encountered it a few years later. Fortunately, the situation did not deteriorate to the point of being burned at the stake, and in the end, my change was characterized as a mutation in my growing personality.

Recently, I have been facing the problem of being forced to marry. And I've decided not to get married. The law is a man's law, the system is a man's system, when domestic violence and infidelity are not prohibited by law, when the dowry is also part of a man's property, I don't believe in human nature. A few years ago, I started writing to make money, hoping to make a living on my own. Maybe in the future, I will travel all over the world, maybe I will go back to my hometown.

On the one hand, I have been depressed in my heart for too long and want to find someone to confide in, and on the other hand, I want to be honest with you, even though it is not a glorious experience for the society.

What about you, are you okay?"

Miss Emily is not sure if the compatriots who crossed over are from China, so she repeats it in English below.

Emma held the letter in her hand, and for a moment all kinds of real feelings came to her heart, and finally merged into a long, long sigh. She could understand Miss Emily's pain, for it was something that bothered her just as much. From this point of view, in this world, only the two of them can understand each other. But that doesn't mean she'll choose to do the same thing as Miss Emily. She has never lost herself, although she has compromised a lot with this era, and she is who she is.

It was only when the tide of sensuality had receded that Emma noticed some details. Miss Emily didn't say any personal information, but she read between the lines and revealed enough. Coupled with the usual high profile, it doesn't take much effort for someone with a heart to find out that the person who wrote the letter is her. Emma sighed again, but this time the sigh was more of a frustration than emotion. The gypsy witch was just a charlatan, and she didn't really know how to do divination. The last time she walked into the tent with hope, exchanged a few words of hope with the witch, and miscarried. Emma had planned to meet the fake witch. This time she wanted to talk to Miss Emily but didn't want to get in touch with her head-on, and after two days of distress, the image of the Gypsy witch suddenly popped into her mind. She finds the Gypsy witch with her hood and threatens her to give the pigeon to Miss Emily or denounce her as a liar to the police officers. If the witch is obedient, she will give the witch a sum of money. Coercive and seductive, the witch nodded almost immediately. Emma was helpless because of Miss Emily's emotional intelligence, but she was extremely glad that she chose this way of contact.

Emma read the letter three times before she picked up her pen and dipped it in ink and began to reply. Simplified Chinese characters do not exist in this world, and it is much better to keep secrets in Chinese than in English. So Emma's return credit is in Chinese.

"Hello, dear compatriots. It's hard to describe how surprised and delighted I was when I read this letter. I've been looking for my compatriots for a long time, especially after hearing about the early advent of the vaccinia vaccine. But in my current capacity, I don't have access to the Earl of Kentera. I thought there was no hope for my compatriots, but today I received a letter from you.

I'm fine, middle-class families are neither rich nor poor. She was originally autistic. After a long process of "healing", I finally didn't have to play any role. ”

What follows is something special, Emma stops her pen and hesitates for a moment, the tip of the pen staining an ink dot on the letterhead. When Emma found out, the tragedy was irreparable, so she had to pull out a new piece of paper and copy it. This time, I was much more determined when I put pen to paper. "Some time ago, I just decided that I wanted to be with a local man for the rest of my life. He understands who I really am and is willing to break my previous principles for me and even change the way I have always thought about me. Although I know that the current marriage law does not protect women's rights, out of trust and gratitude for this man, the most important thing is love. After writing love naturally, Emma herself was surprised, this was the first time she admitted her feelings to the outside world, but she didn't expect it to be in such a situation, to a stranger on the surface. "I'm willing to try to get married. But my soul is not shackled by being someone's wife, I am still an independent and free individual. If anything goes wrong in my marriage, I will take the courage I had back home and put an end to my mistakes. ”

Emma sincerely hopes that Miss Emily will be able to free herself from her abnormal anxiety and not do something stupid because of it. But the advice was skillful, and she first showed her understanding of Miss Emily. "That doesn't mean I don't understand your choice. In fact, I had the same idea as you for quite some time, but then it changed because of the new situation. Whether it's celibacy or marriage, it's your own choice. Whether it is obedience or rebellion, it is also their own choice. I understand your choice. If even your compatriots can't understand you, who are you supposed to say these things to?" She gets to the point euphemistically. "I have also been puzzled by Zhuang Zhou Mengdie's question, but now I am no longer confused, and the letter you gave me proves that my past is real and not my imagination. I hope that my presence will also free you from such anxiety and bring you the same sense of relief that you brought me. 166 Reading Network