Chapter2

Brando's rented house does not usually employ long-term live-in servants.

The service industry in the seaside health town is well developed, and daily housekeeping services such as professional laundry, house cleaning, and food delivery can be customized at any time.

This time, in order to take care of the Bennet couple's daily life, this morning I went to hire a domestic servant, Anna, to live in the house for a short time.

How long to stay?

Brando's hope is that the longer the better, which means that Hume will still be alive and well.

When there was a knock on the door of the rental house, it was not surprising that the Bennets were coming.

Brando went downstairs to greet him and saw the couple in the dust. "Father and mother, good afternoon, it's been a hard journey."

As he spoke, without waiting for Mr. Bennet to speak, he naturally took the suitcase in his hand and walked up the stairs.

The box was heavy, but it was a no-brainer for Brando.

Mr. Bennet subconsciously wanted to stop the suitcase, worried that his daughter would not be able to lift it, but he would not accidentally fall. Seeing Brando's easy stride towards the stairs, his hand retracted in embarrassment.

I forgot that this child, unlike the sisters in the family, was raised by Mr. Hume as a good heir and underwent rigorous physical training.

The reason why I forgot it is very simple, because I don't know and I am not familiar with it.

Remembering that the father and daughter have been together for no more than 40 days in the past two years, he will inevitably be embarrassed.

Mr. Bennet has always felt a heavy feeling of guilt in his heart, and he always felt that he had decided to raise his fourth daughter as a son, so that God would punish her for her dementia.

If you are wrong once, you can't be wrong a second time. He didn't want to express his opinions on how the other children wanted to live, and he allowed his other five daughters to grow up at will over the years.

When Brando miraculously came to his senses, he was of course very happy as a father, and then he was overwhelmed.

The child is fourteen years old and has no emotional foundation for being close since childhood, how can she teach her to disguise herself as a male heir?

It is against the law for a woman to disguise herself as a man to inherit land.

Even if Brando says that this kind of life is what she wants, who can guarantee that she will not regret and resent her parents for choosing an abnormal path for her in the future?

Mr. Bennet didn't dare to face the dilemma, so he used a trick - hide.

He volunteered to keep Brando in Scarborough, entrusting Hume with all the responsibility of teaching her, and never interfering himself.

This hiding was more than two years, which caused him to feel very unfamiliar with the child.

Mr. Bennet was even more embarrassed at this thought.

He glanced at his wife and winked at him, "You're talking! I'm usually very good at chattering, saying everything that should be said and shouldn't be said, how can I become dumb when I enter the door!"

Mrs. Bennet's face was cramped, and she opened her mouth, and found that her brain was like a ball of batter, and she could not say a word. No way, in the face of the fourth daughter, she is just stupid.

"You can't blame me for that!"

Mrs. Bennet glared at her husband, and she was also troubled.

She also accumulated 14 years of guilt, and finally looked forward to the miracle of her fourth daughter's awakening.

While I am happy that my child has recovered, I am also happy that the thorny heir problem has finally been solved, and I no longer have to worry that my nephew Collins will kick her out of the house after inheriting the family property.

Then I began to fear the loss of what I had gained.

Mrs. Bennet asked Hume about whether her fourth daughter's dementia would recur.

Hume said that there is a high probability that there will be no recurrence, and that a good environment needs to be created to help Brando recover and learn quickly.

One of the most important ones is that the elders should not nag too much, and do not put too much pressure on the children, so as not to induce other psychological problems.

Hume was very direct in his words.

Mrs. Bennet realized that she would do well to provide gentle and quiet support in the face of her fourth daughter.

That's too hard! Cross out the word gentleness, barely talk less, but don't pay attention to stimulating people.

Mrs. Bennet knew that she could sometimes be embarrassed to speak, but as long as she wasn't embarrassed, it was someone else who was embarrassed.

This criterion was not applied to Brando, for fear of provoking people into other strange diseases.

In fact, there are not many opportunities for mother and daughter to speak.

Not counting this time, I've seen it three times since Brando woke up. Visiting the sick once, spending the New Year's Day holiday together twice, adding up to 35 days.

The couple stared wide-eyed.

Brando didn't seem to notice that the atmosphere was abnormal, and said with a natural expression: "Father and mother might as well rest first." When it was time for dinner, we went to Mr. Hume's house. ”

"Okay."

"Okay, you're right."

The quirky silence was broken, and the couple breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, the two of them will not object to this arrangement, and now they urgently need to rest, and they can't come to the door with a tired face.

Brando sends people directly to the second-floor guest room.

As soon as the door opens, the light and pleasant lavender scent floats faintly.

Mrs. Bennet's eyes lit up, this was the scent she loved!

On the table, a large handful of freshly picked lavender blooms in a vase.

Sunlight pours into the house, giving the flowers a hazy veil feel. The windows are ajar and the breeze blowing from the sea is cool.

At the top of the wall, there is an oil painting depicting a flower field in Provence, France.

The sky is blue, the sun is shining, and the lavender is swaying in the wind into a dreamy purple sea. A couple of men and women wandering in it, even if they just draw their backs, there is a sense of happiness on their faces.

"Wow! It's amazing here! ”

Mrs. Bennet exclaimed in exclaim. Looking back at Brando, he asked in surprise, "Is lavender for me?" ”

Brando smiled and nodded, "Yes." I've heard that you love the lavender of Provence and are at the end of their flowering season, and may they make you happy. ”

Mrs. Bennet pressed her hands to her heart in excitement.

Her little heart! Jumps a little fast. It's been a long time since anyone has sent her flowers alone.

The last time Mr. Bennet delivered flowers was when he was just getting married more than twenty years ago.

Of the other five daughters, Jane and Elizabeth picked country flowers and put them in a pleasing bouquet in the living room of the home for the whole family to enjoy.

No one was so attentive to sending her flowers alone!

Or lavender from France across the English Channel!

Lavender, her favorite flower.

Looking at the painting again, you can recognize that the backs in the painting are herself and her husband, and this is simply a picture of her dream scene.

Lavender fields in Provence, where she wished she had gone for her honeymoon many years ago.

But on the way to visit his brother in London after the marriage, he met Hume, who was seriously injured, and later looked for Hume's reliable contacts in a panic, and lost the interest in going abroad.

Later, Mr. Bennet never mentioned going to France for a walk.

After Mrs. Bennet gave birth to a child, she had no leisure to go far away.

Not to mention the life after discovering the fourth daughter's dementia, it is like eating a mouthful of bitter melon, and in order not to expose the secret, you can't even complain.

I was struck today by the love from my daughter.

Mrs. Bennet seemed to have drunk a large glass of mulled wine, and her brain was drunk.

Brando: "Refreshments and hot water have been prepared, so it's better for my father and mother to take a shower, have afternoon tea, and take a nap." Don't rush anything else, we'll talk about it later. I'm not going to bother for now, if there's any need, just rattle Anna. ”

Mr. Bennet nodded, and watched his daughter exit the room, his mixed feelings.

The wife was smiling brightly at the flowers, so bright that she was a little silly, she didn't think that there was a problem behind the lavender.

Brando sent lavender today to understand her mother's preferences, why didn't she send it before?

The answer is simple, because the first two times the family got together was in the winter, when it was not the flowering period of lavender, and it was impossible to send.

Hume was not able to travel long distances, and Brando was unable to leave the seaside town.

If the Bennets miss Brando, why can't they come to Scarborough a few more times, maybe Mrs. Bennet will receive the flowers sooner.

At the end of the day, I still don't care enough about Brando.

Mr. Bennet's heart was sour, and he was about to pierce his wife in a lavender dream, but he swallowed the words again when he saw the oil painting of the flower field on the wall.

I haven't given my wife romance in these years, so let her dream a little more now. Anyway, I had already recognized that my wife's brain was not enough, and I didn't let her think too much.

Soon, the maid Anna brought black tea and snacks. "Mr. Bennet Jr. bought new tea, and I hope Mr. and Mrs. will like it."

This sentence made Mr. Bennet subconsciously look at the teacup, only to see that the tea soup was dark red and brown.

This color gave him a guess. Immediately pick up the teacup, and when the aroma of tea mixed with malt and roses enters the throat, it will lift people's spirits.

The combination of brown, aroma, and taste must not be wrong.

Mr. Bennet asked, "Is this black tea from the Himalayas, in the Assam Valley region of India?" ”

"Yes, sir."

Anna didn't say much, "Do you have any other instructions?" ”

Mr. Bennet waved his hand so that Anna could leave.

He couldn't wait to taste the cup of tea.

Assam black tea is my favorite English black tea. Due to the high price, it is impossible to drink it every day.

After a five-day trek, I drank my favorite Assam tea, and the tiredness was swept away.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and feel the fragrance of tea rippling between my lips and teeth.

When a pot of tea is drunk, and the matching cookies are eaten unconsciously, the feeling of satiety brings a sense of happiness and satisfaction, and people are a little fluttery.

The brain barely restarts thinking.

To be able to taste Assam tea today, it must have been specially purchased by Brando to take care of his old father's preferences.

The first two times we met, Brando couldn't get such tea, and he didn't have to ask to know that it was related to the lack of thick wallets.

For two years, Mr. Bennet provided £200 a year for his four daughters, a tenth of the family's annual income.

It's a lot of less, but when you spread the money over the expensive rent, food, clothing, books, and miscellaneous expenses in the resort town, there are really a few pounds left.

In early February, he received a letter from Hume. It mentions the invention of the left/wheel/gun, as well as giving a small portion of the profits from the patent rights to Brando.

At that time, Mr. Bennet's first reaction was not to be happy about getting the royalties for the revolver, but to feel that it was dangerous. If nothing else, the gun will be injured when the gun explodes during research.

He had learned to shoot, and in theory hunting was one of the essential skills of the squire.

Learning is not the same as liking, and the family has never bought a gun. The invention of a new type of gun is unthinkable. In his opinion, having such thoughts is directly equated with dangerous thinking.

I read the letter, but I couldn't complain.

In the letter, Hume said that she was the leader of the study, and that she had only Brando as an assistant, and asked Mr. Bennet not to worry. The experiment went smoothly, and there were no minor injuries.

Since the fourth daughter embarked on the road of disguising herself as a man and handed over her education to Hume, the teacher asked the student to be an assistant, and as a father, he could not complain.

What's more, the experiment has ended, and the patent has been applied, which is a prelude to the first cut and then a prelude, and there is no chance for people to stop.

Mr. Bennet can only let the matter pass quietly.

Today, he saw Provencal lavender and Assam black tea, and realized that it was that little profit from the patent that gave Brando a little more money.

Children buy things they like for their parents as soon as they make money, and if this is not filial piety, then what else is there?

Good boy!

Mr. Bennet's heart was wrapped in a warm current, and he felt a little drunk even though he was drinking tea. Like his wife, he was drunk with the warmth of his daughter.

Thank God! Thank you, Mr. Hume! Thank you even more Brando!

At this moment, Mr. Bennet was no longer faintly afraid. After sending Hume off and taking Brando back to Longborn, he didn't think there would be an embarrassing situation.

Then again, how did Brando know he liked Assam? Did you mention it yourself before?

Mr. Bennet struggled to remember, but could not remember, much less that his wife had mentioned that she liked lavender.

This shows that the fourth daughter takes her parents to heart, and only then will she remember the details that even the parties have forgotten. When I thought about it, I was even more moved.

Study room on the third floor.

Brando sat by the window, engrossed in flipping through a book in Latin.

She didn't have much emotional turbulence about the Bennets' arrival. Those arrangements that pierced people's hearts didn't take her a few minutes of energy at all.

Even if they have only been together three times, they can accurately judge the preferences of the Bennet family.

It's very simple to do what you like, just say a few words, sprinkle money to find someone to arrange it properly, and you don't have to do it yourself at all.

Who said that being willing to throw money is not a kind of filial piety.

Compare Hume with his own rosemary roast chicken, change the way to think of different dishes so that she can eat happily every day, which way of caring has more warmth, then the wise man will see the wisdom.

In any case, there is a situation where everyone feels happy.

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At dusk.

Brando and Mr. and Mrs. Bennet went to Hume's house, and the four of them enjoyed a sumptuous dinner.

As simple as Mrs. Bennet could see, Hume ate very little, and was much thinner than when they met on New Year's Day at the beginning of the year. She trembled uncontrollably as she held the knife and fork in both hands, and she really couldn't hold out for long.

At this time, Mrs. Bennet no longer had the idea that it was tiring to travel all the way, and only hoped that Hume would live one more day.

Isn't it just a bumpy ride back and forth for ten days in a horse-drawn carriage, and she is willing to ride it hundreds of times. Even if your body is almost falling apart, you can recover after a week of rest.

Bad!

Her nerves were pricked by the bad news, and the more she thought about it, the more sore her nose became, and she almost couldn't control her crying.

Mrs. Bennet wanted to find an excuse to leave first, not afraid to shed tears in front of people, but afraid that she would cry out of her nose when she was really sad, that would be a little humiliating.

"Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet, while I am in good spirits tonight, I might as well talk about the arrangements for the future."

Hume didn't give people a chance to escape, and there was something important that she had to solve. "Do you have any suggestions for Mr. Bennet Jr.'s future studies?"

Suggestion?

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet were stunned by the question.

Hume asked, "I don't have much time, and some words may not sound good, but they can only be said directly." The family is a whole and cannot be expected to have one child shoulder all the heavy responsibilities.

What about the other five daughters of the two? Are there any educational plans for them? You don't want your daughters to grow up eating, drinking, and drinking, and when they are old, let them find a rich man to marry immediately, right? ”

Mrs. Bennet was secretly saddened that Hume had died soon, and was caught off guard by these questions.

Can she say that's what she thinks? It is good for the daughters to find a rich man to marry.

On other occasions, Mrs. Bennet was able to admit it with confidence, and even ask rhetorically why it was not, but Brando's sitting on the side discouraged her.

She had always thought that it was a blessing to ask her daughter to marry a rich man, but as a mother, she sacrificed Brando's right to a legitimate marriage for the sake of land inheritance.

Mrs. Bennet was like a defeated white goose, with her head bowed, her eyes evasive, and she did not dare to answer.

Brando's face was as usual, not surprised by Hume's question, much less by Mrs. Bennet's reaction.

She looked at Mr. Bennet, "Father, last year I suggested to you that it would be good to hire a tutor for your three sisters and two sisters, or to nurture their hobbies, or to give them a skill. What is the situation today? ”

Mr. Bennet's face froze, how could he answer this?