The dark clouds pressed down.
It was heavy.
After a while.
Thunder roared.
The wind was strong.
The rainstorm poured down.
"It's raining again." Miss Volgue looked unhappy and poured the dirty water in the stinking bucket directly out of the window.
The yellow sewage went down the slope.
It merged with the rain.
Along with the buzzing insects, mud, and garbage, they flowed along the street.
Lin Daiyu sat downstairs by the window.
She was lost in thought and was disturbed by the strange smell.
She frowned.
She gently closed the window. Miss Volterra was already muttering to herself as she took the mop to the other room.
Sir James Cook said,
The debut performance of "Wrong Marriage" in the Civic Theater was not good …
Dong.
He also asked her to discuss "Wrong Marriage".
Dong.
Dong.
It was not like the sound of rain hitting the glass.
Lin Daiyu was interrupted and pushed the window open a little.
Suddenly.
Caught off guard, he came face to face with a deathly pale face.
She took a step back involuntarily.
"Miss, you are kind … give … some bread." The owner of the face.
Seeing that she scared the young lady,
She timidly withdrew her hand from the windowsill and begged in a low voice.
Even her voice was a little wet.
She looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.
His thin clothes were stained with mud and water from head to toe, revealing his skinny figure.
Wet black hair stuck to the sides of his deeply sunken cheeks.
Lin Daiyu looked at her abdomen. The rain-soaked clothes stuck to her body, showing a protruding belly.
… She was pregnant.
She felt Daiyu's gaze and subconsciously shrank a little, trying to cover her abdomen, and her voice was lower. "I only need a small piece …"
"How did you get in? The door of the yard here is locked. " Lin Daiyu handed over a piece of bread from the table and recognized her. This was the little nun she met in the carriage that day. But wasn't she in the young man's house?
"Back door." The little nun did not recognize the person in front of her. When she received the bread, she didn't even care about being happy. She wolfed it down with the rainwater and stuffed it into her mouth. "They all say that the most benevolent madam in this area is this one. She often, often gives alms. Look at the back, burp, open, burp …" She ate too quickly and choked. She opened her mouth and desperately drank the rainwater, trying to swallow it down.
Daiyu sighed and handed the cup to her. She saw that she was shivering in the cold winter rain while eating. He didn't ask how she ended up here and only said, "You're pregnant, so I'm afraid you'll get sick from the rain. Come in. I'll open the door for you. "
The little nun's swallowing slowed down significantly as she looked at Daiyu in shock. She then lowered her head and looked at her protruding belly.
He shook his head.
"You …" Seeing her shake her head, Daiyu frowned. Just as she was about to spit out a word, a shriek suddenly rang out behind her. "Oh my god!" Miss Volgue rushed over and the mop in her hand went through the window and hit the little nun. "Go away, go away!"
The little nun was hit hard and squatted down with her hands covering her head and face. The remaining bread fell to the ground.
"Stop." Miss Volgue still wanted to move. Lin Daiyu reacted and stopped her with a serious face.
When this delicate guest lived here, her words were always gentle, her attitude was decent, and her manners were generous. Miss Volgue had never heard her speak in such a strict tone and was stunned for a moment.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the little nun struggled to get up from the mud. She looked back and limped away.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, illuminating the bleak wind and rain between heaven and earth in an instant. Even through the rain, Lin Daiyu could still clearly see the little girl's expression.
Her frightened black eyes were wide open as she looked at the world. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain that flowed down.
Her figure was drowned in the increasingly cold wind and rain.
Miss Volgue stomped her feet anxiously. "Miss Anna, how can you be in contact with such a person!"
"What kind of person?" Lin Daiyu closed the window again. Her eyebrows were still frowning and her tone was indifferent. "She's just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child."
"But? Child? " Miss Volgue's voice unconsciously rose. "Look at her belly, her clothes and hair, Miss! She's not married, she's a nun, just … such an unclean person can't be in contact with! "
Their voices downstairs finally alerted Madame Géron.
"What's wrong?" Madame Géron came downstairs.
Miss Volgue lowered her voice. "Nothing, Madame. Why did you come downstairs? "
Madame Gerand sighed. "Yesterday, when I went to perform the sacrament, I heard a grievous news from my friend, which made me feel ill at ease. You go and clean the prayer room. I'm going to recite scriptures in front of God for the sinful and unfortunate person to ask God to forgive her sins. "
Miss Volgue was stunned for a moment. She glanced at Daiyu, who was sitting back in the soft chair as if nothing had happened, and had to go and clean the prayer room.
The room calmed down, but Lin Daiyu's heart was in a mess. After a while, she said hello to Madame Géron and said that she was going to the Kuck Theater.
Madame Géron was surprised and advised her. "Child, you're a woman. How can you go out alone in such weather? Not everyone in the world is good. "
"Sir James Cook said that it was urgent. About the script. They'll send someone to pick me up. The most expensive and safest private rental carriage. Madame, don't you trust Sir James Cook's character? "
This lady had blind trust in the aristocratic class gentlemen and the clergy of God.
Sure enough, Madame Géron was stunned and replied hesitantly, "Then, please be careful."
Lin Daiyu smiled, took the umbrella, and hurried out.
When Sir James Cook saw Lin Daiyu, half of her petticoat and sleeves were still wet. The coachman who sent her here was still complaining to his housekeeper. "He made me turn half of the street in the rain with the curtains drawn. The rain has wet the leather chair of the carriage. I don't know what to look for. Hey! Sir, the young lady is getting weirder and weirder. "
"Do you need a cup of hot tea, Madame? We can not talk about the ordinary things of the theater. You can have a good rest first … "Sir James Cook asked tentatively, for fear that she was too hard hit by the performance of" Wrong Marriage "and went crazy.
After all, "Wrong Marriage" had been performed for a whole month. The audience of Abat, who had been popular with Lady Peony, seemed to have disappeared overnight.
"Don't worry, Sir. I'm fine. "She refused the hot tea." Did you ask me to come here about "Wrong Marriage"? "
Dupont Cook politely asked her to sit down. "You must have received the news. Madame, I asked you to come here to discuss the name change of "Wrong Marriage". "
Lin Daiyu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Change it to" Golden Jade Marriage ". Change the story slightly, change the name of the author, put it in the Citizen's Theater for a full performance … or, stop it."
"What kind of changes?" She stared at Dupont Cook.
Sir James Cook smiled bitterly. "You know, I told you."
Although "Wrong Marriage" was also a comedy, it did not have those obscene and vulgar content that deliberately flattered the citizens. Many citizens who were looking for excitement for the word "comedy" yawned and fell asleep as soon as they saw the opening lyrics.
And those citizens who had a little money in their pockets were watching the Gentleman's Theater's style and were even more unwilling to make a fool of themselves.
"So, some more … changes are necessary. Otherwise, in the Citizen's Theater, I'm afraid … "Sir James Cook hinted as tactfully as possible.
"So, are you giving it up?" Lin Daiyu was unmoved.
"Madame!" Sir James Cook was very helpless. "I'm a businessman. I bought "Wrong Marriage" at full price because I liked your new work. But now a month has passed. In the Gentleman's Theater, only a few tickets are still sold. In the Citizen's Theater, the performance is even worse. I can't lose money, can I? Don't worry, it won't damage your reputation. As long as you change the name and fabricate an author … I'll find someone else to write the content. I won't make it difficult for an unmarried lady like you … "
"I don't choose either one." Lin Daiyu stood up from her seat. Her eyebrows were always light, like a frown, but also like a smile. Her eyes always seemed to contain dew. At this moment, her eyebrows were like swords, her eyes were cold, and she said in a cold voice, "I know you're a businessman. So, I won't make it difficult for you. Please don't stop "Wrong Marriage" in the Gentleman's Theater, and don't do anything to it. I don't like others to change my work. As for your loss caused by continuing to perform "Wrong Marriage," I'm willing to pay for it with another work. I can sell this work to you at the lowest price, and I won't ask for any future share. "
Sir James Cook hesitated.
She knew what he was hesitating about. It was nothing more than that he was afraid of buying something bad again.
It didn't matter.
"If you really insist, I won't disturb your theater."
Hearing the meaning of her words, Sir James Cook's expression changed dramatically, and he quickly smiled and said, "Miss, don't say that. It's just … "
"I'll show you half of the manuscript in advance."
For such a great seedling, failing once did not mean that he would fail again. It was not like he could not bear the loss of this play. Instead, if he gave her to the other theaters, the gains would not make up for the losses. Sir James Cook gritted his teeth. "Then, I hope you can come up with a new manuscript as soon as possible."
When they went out, the wind and rain had stopped.
It was just that the sky was still covered with dark clouds, as if brewing a rainstorm in the afternoon.
The paperboy took advantage of this gap to start hawking again.
"Extra, extra: The author of" Lady Peony "'s new work" Wrong Marriage "is out of favor!"
"Extra, extra: The comedy of a man and a woman's affair is performed at the Cook Gentleman's Theater!"
A newspaper fell into a muddy puddle near the carriage. The paperboy couldn't bear to part with it and hurried to pick it up. Because he was holding so many newspapers in his arms, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back.
Lin Daiyu helped him pick it up, and the paperboy thanked her repeatedly.
At a glance, she saw the big words soaked in mud under the headline of this page:
The playwright Charlie Beckett joined forces with many writers to pressure the Cook Theater: The shame of the profession, comedy creators should be removed from all gentlemen's theaters!
"You're welcome." She handed the newspaper back to the paperboy and smiled.
As she boarded the carriage, she heard the pedestrians were shocked. It turned out that a particularly gorgeous carriage, decorated with family emblems, sped past and stopped at the entrance of the Cook Gentleman's Theater. A bearded Baron Hawk and a young aristocrat dressed coquettishly came down. The two were warmly welcomed in by Sir James Cook.
She vaguely heard Baron Hawk's hearty laughter in her ears. "Old Cook, good news!"
The carriage passed by.
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