Now, I can see that he is not looking at the wall; Because when I look at him up close, it's like he's staring at something within two yards. No matter what it is, it obviously gives people extremely strong joy and pain; At least the sad and ecstatic expression on his face makes people think so. That fantasy is not fixed; His eyes pursued tirelessly, and even when talking to me, he never wanted to look away. I reminded him that he hadn't eaten for a long time, but it was useless. Even if he took my advice and touched something, even if he reached for a piece of bread and clenched his fingers before touching it, he put it on the table and forgot its purpose.

I sat, like a patient model, trying to draw his absorbed attention away from his single-minded meditation; Later, he got upset, stood up and asked me why I didn't let him eat alone. I won't have to wait on you next time: I can put my things down and leave. With these words, he left the house, walked slowly along the garden path and disappeared outside the gate.

Time slipped away in anxiety: another night came. I didn't go to bed until very late, but when I slept, I couldn't sleep. He didn't come back until after midnight, but instead of going to bed, he shut himself in the room downstairs. I listened attentively, tossed and turned, and finally put on my clothes and went downstairs. It's so annoying to lie there. There are a hundred unfounded worries bothering my mind.

I can hear Mr Heathcliff's faltering footsteps on the floor. He often takes a deep breath to break the silence, just like moaning. He also murmured a few words; All I can recognize is Catherine's name, plus a few cries of intimacy or pain. He speaks as if facing a person; His voice was deep and sincere, twisted from his heart. I didn't have the courage to go into the house directly, but I really wanted to distract him from his dream, so I went to the kitchen to play with fire, stirred it and began to shovel charcoal residue. This got him out, faster than I expected. He opened the door at once and said, "Nelly, come here-is it morning already? Bring your candle in. "

"It's four o'clock," I answered. "You need to take a candle upstairs. You can light one on the fire. "

"No, I don't want to go upstairs," he said. "Come in, make a fire for me and tidy up this room."

"I must fan this pile of coal before I can get it," I replied, moving my chair and bellows.

At the same time, he walked back and forth as if he were going crazy; He kept sighing heavily, one after another, all in a hurry, as if there was no room for normal breathing.

"I'm going to let Green come at dawn," he said. "I want to ask him some legal things while I can still think about these things and arrange them calmly. I haven't written my will yet; I can't decide what to do with my property. I wish I could destroy it from the ground. "

I don't want to talk about it, Mr Heathcliff,' I interrupted, putting his will on the table first; You should also save time to regret many unfair things you have done! I never expected that your nerves would go crazy; However, at present, it can be strangely out of order; It's almost your fault. According to your lifestyle these three days, even Titan will get sick. Eat something and have a rest. Just look in the mirror and you will know how much you need these. Your cheeks are sunken, your eyes are bloodshot, you look like a starving person, and you are going blind because of insomnia. "

"It's not my fault that I can't eat or sleep," he replied. "I assure you, this is not intentional. As long as I can do it, I will eat and sleep. But can you ask a person struggling in the water to have a rest when he is only one arm away from the shore? I must get there first and then have a rest. Well, don't worry about Mr. Green: As for regretting the injustice I did, I didn't do it, and I don't need to regret it. I am so happy; But I'm not happy enough. The happiness of my soul killed my body, but it didn't satisfy itself. "

"Are you happy, master?" My name is. "Strange happiness! If you can listen to me without getting angry, I can give you some advice to make you happier. "

"What is it?" He asked, "Go ahead."

You know, Mr Heathcliff,' I said,' you've been living a selfish, non-Christian life since you were thirteen; During that time, you may never have taken the Bible. You must have forgotten the contents of this holy book. You may not have time to look it up now. Can you ask someone-any church pastor, it doesn't matter-to explain this holy book and tell you how far you have gone astray? Besides, it is not suitable for you to go to heaven unless you make changes before you die. Will this be harmful? "

"I'm not angry, but I appreciate it, Nelly," he said, "because you reminded me of the way I want to be buried. It will be transported to the cemetery of the chapel at night. You and Hareton can come with me if you like: especially remember that the sexton should follow my instructions about those two coffins! Don't need a priest; You don't have to say anything to me -I tell you, I am about to reach my heaven; Other people's paradise is worthless to me, I don't want it. "

"What if you persist in hunger strike and die like that, and they refuse to bury you in the chapel?" I said, I was surprised to hear that he was so indifferent to God.

"What about you?"

"They won't do that," he replied. "If they do, you must move me secretly; If you don't care, it proves that the deceased is not completely extinct! "

As soon as he heard someone walking around the house, he retreated to his room, and I breathed more freely. But in the afternoon, when Joseph and Hareton were working, he came to the kitchen again and told me to sit in the hall with a wild look: he wanted someone to accompany him. I refused; Tell him clearly that his strange conversation and attitude scared me, and I didn't have the courage or mind to be alone with him.

"I'm sure you think I'm a demon," he said with a sad smile. "Living in a decent home is like a terrible thing." Then he turned to Catherine and said with a hint of sneer. Catherine happened to be there. As soon as he came in, she hid behind me. -"Baby, will you come here? I won't hurt you. Don't! For you, I made myself worse than the devil. Well, there is someone who is not afraid to accompany me! Oh, my God, she is so cruel. Ah, damn it This is too embarrassing for people with flesh and blood-even I can't stand it! "

He begged that no one should accompany him. He went to the bedroom at dusk. All night, until morning, we heard him groan. Hareton longed to go in; But I told him to invite Mr. Kenneth. He should go in and see him.

When he came, I asked to go in and tried to open the door. I found the door locked. Heathcliff told us to go out. He is better and likes to be alone; So the doctor left again.

It rained heavily that night. Really, it rained cats and dogs until dawn. Walking around the house in the morning, I saw the owner's window swinging open and the rain poured straight in. I don't think he's sleeping. The heavy rain will soak him through. He either got up or went out. But I don't want to guess anymore. I want to boldly go in and have a look.

I opened the door with another key, went in and opened the partition, because the bedroom was empty; I quickly pushed open the partition and glanced at Mr Heathcliff lying on his back. I was surprised that his eyes looked at me so sharply and fiercely; Then he seemed to laugh again.

I can't think that he is dead; But his face and throat were washed away by the rain; The sheets were dripping, too, and he didn't move. The window bounced back and forth, and one hand rubbed on the windowsill; There is no blood flow from the broken skin. I touch it with my fingers, and I can't doubt it any more; He's dead, stiff!

I closed the window; I combed the long black hair on his forehead; I want to close his eyes, because if possible, I want to destroy that terrible and ecstatic gaze like a living person before others come to see it. Eyes can't be closed; They seem to laugh at my attempt; His open lips and bright white teeth are also laughing! I felt timid again and called out to Joseph. Joseph got up and gave a cry, but resolutely refused to mind his own business.

"The devil took his soul," he cried. "You can also take his body. I don't care! Alas! What a bad man he is, grinning at death! " The old sinner grinned derisively.

I thought he would jump around the bed for a while; However, he suddenly calmed down, knelt down, raised his hand, and thanked the legal owner of God and the ancient family for restoring their rights.

This terrible event made me lose my mind: I inevitably recalled the past with suppressed sadness. But poor Hareton, though the most wronged, is the only one who really suffers. He sat beside the body all night, crying and sincere. He took it by the hand and kissed the ironic and cruel face that everyone dared not look at. He mourned him with strong grief, which naturally came from a generous and tolerant heart, although it was as tough as steel.

Mr. Kenneth doesn't know how to announce what disease his master died of. I hid the fact that he didn't eat for four days, for fear of causing trouble, but I was also convinced that he didn't deliberately hunger strike; That is the result of his strange disease, not the cause.

We buried him according to his wishes, and all the neighbors thought it was strange. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six other people carried the coffin together. This was the funeral procession. The six men put the coffin in the grave and left. We stayed there to see it buried. Hareton shed tears and personally dug up the green grass mud and spread it on the brown grave. At present, this tomb is as smooth and green as other tombs-I hope the people in this tomb will sleep as well. But if you ask people in the village, they will swear by the Bible that he is still walking around: some people say that they have seen him near the church, in the wilderness, and even in this house. You'll say it's nonsense, so will I, but the old man by the kitchen fire affirmed that he had seen the two of them looking out of his bedroom window every rainy night since his death:-About a month ago, I met a strange thing. One night, I was going to the grange-it was getting dark and there was going to be a thunderstorm-and at the corner of the villa, I met a little boy with a sheep and two lambs in front of him. He cried so badly that I thought it was the lamb who ran wild and didn't listen to him. "What's the matter, my little man?" I asked.

Heathcliff and a woman are under the rock over there,' he cried. "I dare not go."

I didn't see anything, but neither he nor the sheep would go forward; So I told him to go around the road below. Maybe when he was walking alone in the wilderness, he imagined ghosts and remembered all the nonsense his parents and companions heard. But now it's dark. I don't want to go out, and I don't want to stay alone in this broken house. I have no choice. I will be very happy when they leave here and move to Thrushcross Grange.

"So, they are going to Thrushcross Grange?" I said.

"Yes," Mrs. Ding replied, "they went as soon as they got married, on New Year's Day."

"Then who lives here?"

"Well, Joseph will look after the house and maybe find a young man to accompany him. They will live in the kitchen and the rest of the rooms will be locked. "

"Ghosts can use it to live, right?" I said.

"No, Mr Lockwood," Nelly said, shaking her head. "I believe that the dead are peaceful, but I have no right to despise them."

Then the garden door opened; The wanderer is back.

"They are not afraid of anything," I muttered, watching them coming from the window.

"Together, they can bravely deal with Satan and all his armies."

They stepped on the doorstep and stopped to look at the moon for the last time-or more accurately, looked at each other by moonlight-and I couldn't help but want to avoid them again. I put a souvenir in Mrs. Ding's hand, and despite her reckless protest against me, I slipped away from the kitchen when they opened the door. If I hadn't been lucky enough to leave a dollar at Joseph's feet and pawned it well, he would have thought that his companion was really having an affair.

Because I made a detour to the church, my trip home was extended. When I walked to the foot of the church wall, I saw that it became more and more rotten in just seven months. More than one window has no glass, revealing a dark hole; There are several protruding tiles on the right side of the roof, which will gradually fall off when the autumn wind and autumn rain come.

I looked for three tombstones on the slope near the wilderness and found them soon: the middle one was gray and half buried in the grass; The foot of Edgar Linton's tombstone is covered with turf and moss; Heathcliff is really bald.

I wander in front of these three tombstones under the gentle sky! Watching moths flying between heather and lily, and listening to the gentle wind blowing through the grass, I wonder who can imagine that a sleeper in the quiet underground should have a restless sleep.

This time, I remember lying in that oak suite. I clearly heard the snowstorm; I also heard the repeated teasing sound of fir branches, and I know why. But it annoyed me, so I decided to stop the noise if possible. I think I got up and tried to open the window. The window hook is welded in the shackle-I saw it when I woke up, but I forgot. "I will stop it anyway!" I muttered, punched through the glass with my fist and stretched out an arm to catch the stirring tree. My finger didn't catch it, but it touched the finger of a cold little hand! The horror of the nightmare overwhelmed me. I tried my best to retract my arm, but my hand just wouldn't let go. A very melancholy voice sobbed, "Let me in-let me in!" "Who are you?" I asked, desperately trying to break free.

"Catherine Gil-galad," the voice trembled (why do I think of Gil-galad? When I got to Gil-galad, I read it twenty times. "I'm going home. I got lost in the wilderness! " When she spoke, I vaguely recognized a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel. I found it useless to get rid of that person, so I pulled her wrist to the broken glass and rubbed it back and forth until the blood dripped and the sheets were wet. But she still cried and said, "Let me in!" "And you're holding me tight, which scares me." How? "I finally said it." If you want me to let you in, let me go first! "Fingers are loose. I put my hand out of the window, quickly piled the books high by the window, covering my ears and waiting for more than a quarter of an hour. But when I listened again, the tragic voice continued to cry! " Go away! "I cried," even if you beg me for twenty years, I will never let you in. ""It's been twenty years, "the voice shouted." Twenty years. I've been wandering for twenty years! "Then, there was a slight scratching sound outside, and the pile of books moved, as if someone had pushed it away. I wanted to jump up, but I couldn't move my limbs. I shouted in horror. To my amazement, I found that the cry was not illusory. A rush of footsteps approached my bedroom door. Someone pushed the door open hard, and a beam of light came in slightly from the square hole at the top of the bed. I was still shaking when I was sitting. I was wiping the sweat from my forehead. The intruder seemed hesitant and mumbling. Finally he said softly, "Is anyone there?" Obviously don't expect anyone to answer. I think it's better to admit that I'm here, because I recognize Heathcliff's accent, for fear that I will keep silent and he will search further. With this in mind, I rolled over and pushed open the panel. I will never forget the impact of my actions.

Heathcliff stood at the door, wearing a shirt and underwear, holding a candle in his hand. The candle dripped on his fingers, as pale as the wall behind him. The first sound of the oak door startled him like an electric shock: the candle in his hand jumped a few feet away, and he was too excited to lift it.

"It's just that your guests are here, sir." I cried to tell him not to show more timidity and humiliation. "I had a terrible nightmare and unfortunately cried when I fell asleep. I'm sorry to bother you. "

"Oh, God punish you, Mr Lockwood! I hope you are-"my master began, putting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it without shaking it. "Who brought you into this room?" He went on, and put his nails in his palm and ground his teeth to stop the vibration of the upper jaw. "Who brought you here? I really want to kick them out at this moment! "

"It's your servant, Zillah," I replied, jumping on the floor and getting dressed in a hurry. I don't care if you kick me out, Mr Heathcliff. She deserved it. I guess she's going to use me to prove that this place is haunted again Alas, it's haunted-this house is full of monsters! I'm telling you, you have reason to lock it up. Anyone who has slept in such a hole will not thank you! "

"What do you mean?" Heathcliff asked, "What are you doing? Now that you are here, lie down and sleep all night! But, for god's sake! Don't make that terrible cry again. This is unforgivable unless your throat is cut! "

"If that demon comes in through the window, she may strangle me!" I replied. "I won't be persecuted by your hospitable ancestors any more. Is Reverend Jabez Bolan Khan a relative of your mother? And that crazy girl, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, whatever her last name is-she must be a fickle-vicious little soul! She told me that she had been wandering on the ground for twenty years-I don't doubt that she deserved it! '

Before these words were finished, I immediately remembered the connection between Heathcliff and Catherine in that book. I completely forgot, and then I woke up. I blushed for my carelessness, but to show that I didn't realize my recklessness, I quickly added: "The fact is, sir, I was in the middle of the night-"I suddenly said here-I almost said "reading those old books", which showed that I not only knew what was printed on the books, but also knew what was written with a pen. So, I corrected myself and went on like this-"I am spelling the name engraved on the windowsill. Very monotonous work, trying to make me fall asleep, like counting, or-"

"What do you mean by talking to me like that?" Heathcliff roared and launched a fierce attack. "Why, how dare you in my house? -Oh, my God! He must be crazy to talk like that! " He tapped his forehead angrily.

I don't know whether to argue with him or continue to explain. But he seemed to be greatly shocked, and I felt sorry for him, so I went on telling my dream and stated that I had never heard the name "Catherine Linton" before, but I read too much before I got the impression. When I can no longer restrain my imagination, this impression becomes a real person. Heathcliff slowly leaned back on the bed as I spoke, and finally sat down, almost hiding behind me. However, listening to his irregular breathing, I guess he is desperately trying to control his too strong feelings. I don't want him to see that I have noticed his contradiction, so I continue to wash and dress, make a scene, look at my watch and complain to myself that the night is long.

"It's not three o'clock yet! I want to swear that it was six o'clock, and time stood still here: we must have gone to bed at eight o'clock! "

"I always go to bed at nine o'clock and get up at four o'clock in winter," said my master, suppressing a groan. Looking at the movement of the shadow on his arm, I guess he is wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. "Mr Lockwood," he added, "you can come to my room. You will get in the way if you go downstairs so early. Your childish cry drove away my sandman. "

"Me too." I answered. "I'm going to walk in the yard, and I won't leave until dawn. You don't have to be afraid of me interrupting you again. I want to make friends and have fun, and now I have been cured, whether in the countryside or in the city. A clear-headed person should find it enough to accompany himself. "

"Happy Company!" Heathcliff muttered, "Take the candle and go wherever you want." I will come to you. However, don't go into the yard, the dog is not tied. In the hall-Juno is standing guard there, and-no, you can only stroll in the stairs and corridors. But, you go! I'll be there in two minutes. "

I obeyed and left the bedroom. At that time, I didn't know where the narrow hut led, so I just stood there, but I didn't mean to see the landlord do superstitious things with my own eyes. This is very strange. It seems that he just has a superficial idea.

He went to bed and opened the window. At the same time, he burst into tears. "Come on in! Come in! " He sobbed. "Katie, come on! Ah, come on-one more time! Ah! My love! Listen to me this time, Katie, for the last time! " The ghost shows its usual willfulness, but it won't come! Only the wind and snow blew violently and quickly, even reaching the place where I was standing and blowing out the candles.

In this sudden outpouring of sadness, such crazy remarks were accompanied by such pain that my pity for him made me ignore the stupidity of his behavior. I avoided, on the one hand, because I was secretly angry at what he said, on the other hand, because I was annoyed by telling my absurd nightmare, because it was that dream that produced this kind of grief. As for why this happened, I don't understand. I went downstairs carefully and came to the back kitchen, where there was a flame, which pulled together and made me light a candle. Nothing happened, only a striped Embryo Cat climbed out of the ashes and greeted me in a low voice.

See if you can use it.