Chapter 632 Ch631 Steam Big Eyes
Chapter 632 Ch.631 Big Steam Eyes
As spring approaches, the ladies and gentlemen living in this pearl of the most powerful and prosperous country in the world can finally lazily open the doors and windows and enjoy the earthy smell from the countryside for the last time - they are about to usher in a new life. Field 'migration'.
Migration from country to city.
This migration takes place twice a year, during the fall hunting season and before early spring.
Even for the gentlemen or ladies who are most keen on enjoying "country romance", in spring, they have to take off their work clothes, wash off the mud on their toes, dress up neatly, get on the carriage with their relatives and friends, and go to the city to breathe more. A new air of freedom' and 'highness'.
The most important thing is that the men have to return to their residences in the city in advance before the social season, so as to facilitate the exchange of letters and at the same time arrange the activities for the year - political activities or various business salons.
So do the ladies.
They couldn't let the letter fall into the hands of the servants, so they were extremely rude and delayed for half a month before replying. In the letter, they said shamefully that she was happy to live in the suburbs and taught the dewdrops, hares and foxes to blur their friends in the city. Trendy jewelry, dresses, and parties you should go to.
Country life is a kind of leisure enjoyment that can only be enjoyed after reaching a certain level. You can't say that you really fall in love with this kind of life.
‘The noble blood that flows within us is allergic to earth, nature and beasts. If it's just to pass the time, it's quite appropriate. If you really want to live there all year round...'
‘I’m afraid I’m going to die early. ’
The boxcars passed through the dirt roads in the suburbs in groups, and those who knew each other stayed in groups. Those who did not know each other always found opportunities to meet the people with the last names they wanted to know.
Rose has been enjoying watching this excitement lately.
As long as she lay on the balcony with a cup of coffee, she could watch all kinds of carriages modified by craftsmen passing through the street all morning. Some of the carriages have carved seals, or are inlaid with patterns and emblems, and some have improved the overall carriage, like a large horizontal coffin.
But the only thing they have in common is:
Every car is quiet.
Except for the occasional shouts from the coachman, the horses' hooves, and the occasional snort, Rose had never heard the sour "creak" sound like a public carriage.
Come to think of it, if there is such a movement, I am afraid that I will be caught immediately and be teased by the man who opened the window:
‘You have to be careful, how can we affect the precious morning of the citizens? ’
It's a pity.
The citizens had gone to the factory three hours ago.
The ladies and gentlemen walking slowly into the city can't see a real "citizen". There are only those "citizens" who are so noble that they don't have to work, sitting in cafes or walking their dogs with cigars in their mouths. Look at it this way, that sentence Nothing wrong with that:
'Our citizens are doing well, obviously. ’
Rose shook the coffee, letting the hot steam smoke her eyeballs - I don't know what a servant heard from it, it is said that steaming your eyes with the hot steam from coffee can make you more attractive.
It can also shake the heartstrings of men.
"...But Mr. Collins has trouble with his eyesight."
"Do you need to explain it to me?" Rose turned around and glared at Halida, not forgetting to move the coffee cup so that she could move with her head: "Rituals have a unique way of 'seeing the world', don't you learn it?" Already?"
Halida pursed her lips.
I always feel that Miss Rose is very 'scary' at this time: a woman who doesn't blink, stares at you, and doesn't give up until she sheds tears...
"Roland really likes my eyes."
His two round green eyes endured the stinging pain, and he didn't know who was responsible for his bad luck.
"Although he didn't say it, I knew it."
Halida opened her mouth.
Mr. Collins... seems to have also praised the beauty of his eyes: flowing silver, mysterious and exotic...
But she didn't say anything because she didn't want to be scolded for nothing.
"If Roland doesn't come back, I'll be too bored."
Come back soon, Mr. Collins.
Halida was also secretly worried.
She didn't necessarily want to see Roland as soon as possible, but she felt that if things continued like this, she and Miss Rose would be hanged on the gallows sooner or later by the police - Rose had done a lot of bad things recently in order to promote the "Tea Party".
Whether it is a poor person or a rich person, whether it is money to save a life or a gold pound to keep for future generations.
All are treated equally in Rose's eyes.
She didn't care whose daughter sold her youth and the rest of her life just to get life-saving money for the treatment of her poor mother who had lost her husband and was seriously ill - or like the 'gentlemen' of the previous few nights.
Halida couldn't understand the 'exciting' Rose mentioned, the so-called joy of walking on the edge of a knife.
She just knew that as the difficulty of stealing targets increased one after another, their danger also skyrocketed.
Knock knock.
Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door.
Halida quickly lowered her head to arrange her services and walked quickly across the balcony.
The old housekeeper was waiting at the door, holding a light blue letter in his hand.
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His expression was a bit indescribable. He first looked at Halida for a while, then looked past him to Rose lying on the balcony.
"Mr. Tom?"
"I told you, call me Old Tom," for the sake of the young lady, the housekeeper gave the dirty and shameless slave a decent and gentle smile, said a few words, walked straight through the room, and stopped when he reached the balcony: "Miss."
What turned around was a ferocious face.
Old Tom was frightened!
"Lord of Strife!"
He looked at the face that was twisted to the point of collapse, his eyes were as red as those of a prostitute who had done something wrong too many times in the red-light district. God of the Crown, please forgive his obscene and rude thoughts.
"Miss Lillian! You! You——"
He was so anxious that his eyebrows and hands flew all over the place. He wanted to go forward and hold the girl's shoulders to take a closer look, but he couldn't do so because of his status. After a long time of anxiety, he could only jump around her like a 200-year-old old grasshopper with a beard.
Rose's plan of "holding on for ten minutes" was completely ruined.
"Oh! Tom! All my efforts have been wasted!"
Old Tom was also very angry with her. It was obvious that this was another "special program" made by his young lady.
"Can you tell me what you are doing?"
He stretched out his hand and asked her to hold his arm. He led her into the room, helped her sit down, and then secretly gave Halida a look, telling her to find a clean, soft cloth that had been washed with boiling water.
"I'm training my eyes."
"Oh, the master has found so many teachers for you, but I didn't expect that your favorite is coffee."
Old Tom looked at Rose angrily, seeing her grimacing in pain, and still confidently saying something like "more charming" and "more attractive" -
Lord of Dispute.
If a girl wants to attract a man, why does she need to steam her eyes with coffee?
He wailed, and had to turn his lady's stupid idea around.
"Of course I know, you mean 'wear less', right?" Rose carefully rubbed the corners of her eyes, took the soft cloth that Halida hurriedly brought and wrung out, and tilted her head to apply it on her eyes: "I want to attract more upper-class, decent, and elegant, not the kind of vulgar and vulgar means you said - I have to come up with some 'special' methods, different from other cheap...other ladies."
Old Tom wanted to laugh more and more as he listened.