I read the traditional Chinese vertical version of the novel when I was very young.
There is a small bookstore next to the dormitory that sells DVDs of old movies. The owner often puts Tchaikovsky and recognizes every book in the shelf.
Buy it back and see. It overlaps with many passages in the novel.
The young escort played by Joan Fontaine, who has not yet taken off the temperament of a female student, has too thin shoulders, ordered a black evening gown and walked into her husband's study. He temporarily mistakenly identified Lubeka as the resurrection.
She confessed to him that I don't like young guys at all. Mr. Derwent teased her: You never date a young guy at all.
She went to him, and he just got up there, peeling the tangerine, spreading jam on the bread, and cutting his nails.
He took a collection of poems left by his deceased wife, with her signature: Lubeka.
She is twenty-two. Fancy that he is thirty-eight, Rebecca's age, wearing a black silk dress and a pearl necklace on his neck.
She accidentally changed into Rebecca's raincoat, and the sleeves were too long, so you can imagine Rebecca's tallness.
She walked into the abandoned old house for the first time and looked at Rebecca’s old clothes in the closet, a pink corset, light and soft, and small shoes. You can imagine Rebecca’s slender feet and her slenderness. .
She always wondered why he married himself, when he read the newspaper occasionally and his eyes fell on her. She might have been one of many writers, and she would never have a chance to meet him.
He is forty-two. Have the most impeccable taste in the world. He likes to grow roses, so that every room is inserted with roses. He said, look, once the roses are moved into the room, this shaggy girl becomes so mysterious.
It wasn't until the secret was revealed that she realized she really got him. He lowered his head and kissed her from time to time, like a kid who had fallen in love for the first time.
In the memory, Lubeka sat on the bed and laughed at everyone. The men who adore her. She is invincible. When lying down, her thick hair surrounds her small face, like a little doll.
Rebecca loves no one. Is there anyone in this world who has never loved anyone? Can you live without relying on the power of loving others? If so, it can only be Rebecca.
The Derwents drove back from London. At the roadside shop, the horrified little lady gulped toast and lobster. When they were about to drive to Manchester, a blazing fire rose from the sky.
I will always remember that scene.
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