Chapter 5 Part 1 What's so hard about it? -5

This is the truth.Suzie has been nagging me worriedly since she found out the price of the citrus flower-embellished heels that she's not keeping me under control, and that she wants me to promise not to shop again this weekend.She wanted me to swear on my hand on my chest—well, actually, on those citrus-flowered heels, and I was willing to take that oath seriously. I mean, she was right to do that.If she can go a whole week without going to the store, I can do it for at least 48 hours. "I'll go for a walk around the country," I said, closing the lid of the makeup box with a bang.

"For example..." "Like to see the scenery...maybe go to a farm and see how the cows are milked, or something..." "I see." A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "What's the matter?" I asked doubtfully in my heart, "So what's the matter?" "You want to go to a farm, don't you, and try to see if you can milk a cow?" "I didn't say I'd be milking the cows," I said earnestly, "I meant I'd see the cows. Anyway, I might as well not go to any farm, but to see some of the local sights." I reached across the dresser and picked up a stack of landscape brochures. "Like . . . this tractor show. Or . . . the Abbey of St. Winifred. Look at its famous Bevingen monument."

"Abbey," Luke echoed after a moment of silence. "Yes, to the monastery," I said sullenly to him. "Why not visit the monastery? I'm actually a very spiritual person." "I totally agree with you, my dear," said Luke, looking at me wryly. "Besides this T-shirt, you'd better wear something else to..." "It's a dress," I said, pulling the T-shirt down hard over my butt. "Besides, spiritual things have nothing to do with clothes. As the saying goes, 'sincerity leads to spirit'." I glanced at him proudly.

"Well said," Luke replied, smiling, "well, have fun." He kissed me. "I'm so sorry I couldn't go with you." "Okay," I said, giving him a light blow on the chest with my fist, "you've got to watch out and make this deal really work." I expected Luke to laugh, or at least smile knowingly—but he just nodded, picked up his purse, and headed for the door.God, he can be so serious sometimes. Of course, I don't really mind spending the morning by myself, as I've been secretly hoping for a chance to see what's going on inside the monastery.I mean, even though I'm not very devout going to church every week, I have a vague feeling that in this dark world, there is a power that is stronger and more eternal than us ordinary people-and that's why I often pay attention to the explanation of my horoscope in the "Daily World" newspaper.Also, I love the a cappella singing of people in the yoga class, and all those lovely candles and incense that make a puff of smoke.And Audrey Hepburn Audrey Hepburn (Audrey Hepburn): A famous movie star in the 20th century, who played the role of a princess in "Roman Holiday", which is familiar to Chinese audiences. ——The excellent performance of Annotation in "The Nun's Story".

To be honest, I sometimes yearn for the simple life of a nun.No worries, no big decisions to make, no hard work to do.Singing all day and walking around the monastery.I mean, wouldn't it be nice to live like that? I was putting on my makeup while watching Theresa on TV, and then I went downstairs to the lobby - and asked again in vain if my mail had arrived (honestly, I'm going to sue that courier company), I asked for a taxi to the Abbey of St. Winifred.I was bouncing on the country road in a taxi, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the car window, thinking to myself that I really don't know what Luke's business is going to be.What would that mysterious "business I'd love to do well" be about? New clients? New office buildings? Could it be corporate expansion?

I tense, trying to think if I've overheard him say something lately—and then I remember hearing him on the phone a few weeks ago.He talked about an advertising agency on the phone, and I wondered what he might be doing. advertise.Maybe that's the thing.Maybe he secretly wants to be a commercial director or something. Oh my god, that's right.Thinking about it now, it was so obvious.That must be what they're talking about now.He wanted to get out of the public relations industry and enter the world of advertising. And I might even be featured in an ad! That's awesome! Thinking of this, I couldn't contain my excitement, and I almost swallowed the chewing gum.I might be in a commercial! Oh, that would be so cool.I might be in one of those chocolate chip commercials where people are in a boat singing and water skiing and having the best of life.I mean, I know it's usually done by fashion models - but I could totally be in the background crowd, right? Maybe I'd be the guy driving the motorboat.Omg this is so awesome.We'll fly together to Barbados or something, where it's hot, sunny, shiny, free chocolate chip cookies everywhere, and we're staying in a fancy hotel... I have to go get a new bikini Swimsuits, of course.. and maybe two.. and some new flip flops..

"The Abbey of St. Winifred has arrived," said the taxi driver—and I was jolted out of my reverie.I'm not in Barbados, am I? I'm in some obscure place in Somerset. The car was parked outside an old beige building, and I looked in curiously through the window.So this is a monastery.It doesn't look like much from the outside - like a school, or a big country farmhouse.I wondered if it was worth going in to see it.At this time, I saw something that surprised me a little.A living nun.She walked through the monastery, wearing a black cloak and a headscarf, covering almost all parts of her body.A living nun in her usual attire.Her expression was calm and natural, and she didn't even glance at the taxi.It's really like traveling alone in a barren desert!

I got out of the taxi, paid the fare, and walked slowly towards the heavy door, feeling a little flustered and uneasy.At this time, an elderly woman also entered through the door, and she seemed to know the place well-I followed her along a corridor to a small church. Walking into this monastery, I immediately felt a solemn, sacred, almost heavenly solemn atmosphere.It may be the breath of the Holy Spirit in the air, or it may be the sound of musical instruments in the church, but I obviously felt an indescribable spiritual shock. "Thank you, Aunt," said the elderly woman to a nun, who walked up to the front of the chapel.I stood still, still a little overwhelmed by the solemn atmosphere.

Mammy.what. Aunt Rebecca. One of those cute elves floating around in black robes, with a pure white, clear, pure and flawless nun complexion from beginning to end. Aunt Rebecca, St... "You're in a daze, my dear," said a nun behind me, and I woke up with a start. "Would you like to see the famous Bevingen monument at this house?" "Oh," I replied falteringly, "well... of course. I came to see this monument." "This way, please," she pointed forward, and I hesitated a little and walked towards the door of the chapel, thinking that it would be best to see at a glance what the Bevingen monument is.Maybe a statue? Maybe... a tapestry?

I walked behind the elderly woman in front and saw her looking up slightly at a large window with stained glass panels.I must say, these stained glass windows are really beautiful.I mean, look at that big piece of blue glass in the middle, how colorful it is! "This Bevingen site," said the old woman, "is nothing like it, is it?" "Ah," I breathed carefully in awe, following her gaze upwards, "it's so beautiful." The sight is truly astounding.My God, what a gorgeous, undisputed work of art.When people see a true masterpiece of art, the shocking force is irresistible.I'm not an insider yet.

"What a gorgeous color," I murmured. "Look at the detailed brushwork," said the woman, clasping her hands in front of her chest, "it's incomparable." "Incomparable." I echoed. I was just about to point to the rainbow on the stained window, which I thought was the most beautiful part, when I suddenly discovered that the old woman and I were not looking at the same thing.She was looking at a board with some paint on it, which I hadn't noticed at all until then. I immediately looked away furtively—a wave of disappointment welled up in me.Is this the Bevingen monument? Such a gray plank! "This Victorian rubbish," said the elderly woman suddenly indignantly, "is blasphemy! That rainbow! Don't you feel sick?" She pointed at the one I was trying to admire just now Rainbow, let me gasp. "I know," I said, "it's shocking, isn't it? Of course it is... You see—I think it's a bit off topic..." I stepped back quickly so as not to talk to her any further.I wandered along the path beside the bench, not knowing what to look for next.Then I saw a door in the corner leading to an annexed chapel. Spiritual sanctuary.There is such a small wooden sign on the door.Meditate, pray, and learn the Gospel of God. I peeped cautiously—there was an elderly nun sitting in an armchair, doing some embroidery.She raised her head and smiled at me, and I smiled back at her primly, and walked into the chapel. I sat down on a dark bench, tried not to let the bench creak even the slightest, and I seemed to be in a state of awe, tongue-tied and speechless.This is such a wonderful feeling, the surroundings are peaceful and peaceful—my heart is as calm as water, devout and humble, and I smile timidly at the nun, who puts down her needlework and glances at me, as if waiting for me Speak up. "I really like those candles in your yard," I whispered, very reverently. "Did you get them from Hobby Tate?" "No," said the nun, who seemed a little surprised by my question, "I don't think so." "Oh, yes." I yawn slightly—I'm a little drowsy in the thick of the country atmosphere—and at the same time I notice that I have a slightly chipped nail.I quietly opened the small bag, took out the nail file, and slowly filed the gaps in the nails.The nun looked up at me, and I smiled apologetically at her and pointed to my nails (I didn't make a sound, because I didn't want to spoil the sacred atmosphere).After filing my nails, I felt that the edges of the filed nails were a bit rough and dry. I took out the special nail polish and quickly applied a little. At the same time, the nun looked at me with a puzzled face, and when I was done, she asked, "My dear, are you a parishioner?" "No, I'm not quite a parishioner," I answered. "Is there anything you want to talk to someone about?" "Hmm...it's nothing." I caressed the surface of the bench I was sitting on casually with my hands, and gave her a friendly smile. "The carvings on this stool are beautiful, aren't they? Are the other utensils in this yard also beautiful?" "This is the church," said the nun, who looked at me strangely. "Oh, I know! But you see, a lot of people use benches at home these days. It's very popular, actually. I saw that in Harper's—" "My child..." The nun held up a hand to stop me. "My boy, this is a spiritual sanctuary. A place of quiet contemplation." "I know!" I said in surprise. "That's why I'm here. To meditate." "Okay," said the nun, and we fell silent again. Somewhere in the distance a clock struck, with a slow, muffled chime.I noticed that the nun began to silently chant something.I wondered what she would recite silently? She reminded me of my grandmother knitting, silently counting the number of stitches in her hand in order to knit the pattern correctly.It may also be that she forgot the number of embroidery stitches in her hand at this time. "Your embroidery is so beautiful," I said to her bravely, "what is it for?" She was a little surprised, and put down the embroidery in her hand. "Honey..." she said, her breathing a little short.Then, she smiled kindly at me again, "Honey, we have a few famous lavender fields here, do you want to go and see them?" "No, don't bother you," I said to her with a smile, "I'm fine, I'll just sit with you like this." The nun also smiled at me. "So how about going to see the basement?" she said. "Are you interested in basements?" "Not particularly interested. Seriously, please don't be distracted by me, I'm fine here. It's such a pleasant place. So...quiet. It's like The Sound of Music "Exactly the same." She looked at me as if I was talking nonsense, and I realized that she might have been in this convent for years and didn't know what this "Sound of Music" was all about. "There's a movie..." I began to explain, then it occurred to me that she probably didn't even know what a movie was. "Like, moving pictures," I said cautiously, "people see moving images on a screen. There's a nanny named Maria..." "We have a shop," the nun interrupted hastily. "There is a shop. How about going there?" Store! I was excited for a moment, and I opened my mouth to ask what they sell in their store.But I immediately remembered the promise I made to Suzie. "I can't go," I said regretfully. "I told my roommate I won't be going to the store today." "Your roommate?" said the nun. "What has she to do with it?" "She's worried that I'm spending my money in a way that—" "Your roommates take care of your life for you?" "Well, I just promised her so seriously. You know, sort of swearing, I mean..." "She won't know!" said the nun. "She won't know unless you tell her." I stared at her blankly, a little surprised. "If I fail to do what I promised, I will feel uneasy! No, if you don't mind, I will sit here with you for a while." I saw a small statue of Maria on the bench and took it up. "It's a lovely statue. Where did you get it?" The nun stared at me, her eyes narrowed. "Don't think of it as a commodity," she finally said, "think of it as a donation." She leaned forward slightly. "You donate money to the Lord—we give you a little thing in return. It's not buying or selling things at all...it's more of a...benevolence." I was silent, thinking about her statement.To be honest, I've always wanted to try to do something good—maybe now is my chance. "So—like...doing good things?" I said, trying to get something clear. "Exactly. Jesus and all his angels will bless you for it." She took my arm very strongly. "Then, go and have a look. Come on, I'll take you there..." As we left the chapel, the nun closed the door and removed the sign "Spiritual Refuge" from the door. "Aren't you coming back anymore?" I said. "Not coming back today," she said, giving me a strange look. "I don't think I'm coming back today." You see, it's like they say - what goes around goes around.When I returned to the hotel later that afternoon, I was still basking in the joy of my own acts of kindness.I must have donated at least £50 in that shop.If not more! Actually, I don't want to show off or show off - but I obviously have a natural love of helping people.Once I make a donation of money or something, I can't stop.Every time I give more money, it feels good.Even if it's the little things - it always pays off nicely in the end.They gave me lots of lavender bee jelly, and lavender essential oil, and some lavender-roasted tea, which I dare say must be delicious—and a lavender pillow, to improve my sleep. Weird, I've never taken lavender too seriously before.I thought lavender was just an ordinary plant.But the young nun sitting at the table was right--lavender has various functions of strengthening the body and should benefit mankind.Plus, the lavender at St. Winifred's Abbey is grown entirely on organic matter, she explained to me, so it's much better than other cobs, but less expensive than the ones in many competing mail-order catalogs. .It was actually the young nun who persuaded me to buy the lavender pillow and to leave my name as their future mail-order customer.As a nun, she was really resilient. When I got back to the Blakely Hotel, the taxi driver was kind enough to carry the lavender products in for me because the box with the lavender jelly was heavy.I stood at the front desk and gave him a generous tip, thinking that I could soak in the new lavender body wash for a while when I got back to the room... At this time, the door of the hotel was suddenly pushed It opened, and a blond girl strode in from the outside, carrying a Louis Vuitton bag and two tanned slender legs. I stared at her blankly, in disbelief that this could be true.Alicia Billington, or Alicia the long-legged bitch as I indignantly called her.what is she doing here I didn't get on well with Alicia, a finance executive at Braden & Co., Luke's public relations firm.In fact, between you and me, she's a bit of a nasty woman, and I've been secretly hoping that Luke would fire her one day.A few months ago, she was almost actually fired - and I had a little something to do with it. (I was a financial reporter at the time, and I wrote a... oh, that's a long story.) But then she got a serious warning; she's been serious since then. I know these things because of casual chats with Luke's assistant Mel from time to time.Mel is such a gentle girl, she can tell me anything and has no qualms.She also told me the other day that she felt that Alicia had really changed.It's not that she's become more likable--it's just that she does work a lot harder.She would pester reporters until they agreed to include her client in the story, often working late at night, tinkering with the computer.Not long ago she told Mel that she wanted to have a list of all the clients in the company, detailing the contacts, trying to memorize them all.Mel added, rather apprehensively, that Alicia was looking for a chance at a promotion—and I think she was right to see it that way.What's annoying about Luke is that he only sees people working hard and getting results--no matter how annoying the person is.So there's a good chance she'll get the promotion she wants, making it even more annoying and unbearable. When I saw her come in from the hotel gate, I wanted to run away and wonder what she was doing here.While I was hesitating, she saw me and raised her eyebrows slightly.Oh man, all of a sudden, I understand what I'm looking like now - in a dirty, crumpled t-shirt that honestly doesn't look like a dress, and my hair is messed up They were in a ball, and their faces were flushed because they were trying to move the lavender bee jelly.Alicia, on the other hand, looked very decent in a white suit. "Rebecca!" she called to me, putting another hand to her mouth in a look that seemed frightened. "We didn't want you to know that I was here too! Just pretend you didn't see me." "You... what do you mean?" I said, trying to hide my confusion and uneasiness in my tone. "What's the matter with you here?" "I'm just dropping by here to see what I can do to meet up with the new clients," Alicia said. "Look, my parents live five miles from here, and I Just dropped by to have a look.” "Oh, that's right," I said, "I was wondering just now." "Luke is very strict about all of us," Alicia said, "to leave you alone. You're on vacation anyway!" The way she said it always made me feel like a child. "Oh, it's all right," I said briskly. "It's so... so important. In fact, Luke and I were talking about it not too long ago. Over breakfast." Well, I mentioned we had breakfast together so she knew Luke was with me.It's pathetic, but whenever I speak to Alicia, I always feel like I'm in a dark rivalry with her.If I don't push back hard, she will feel like she has the upper hand. "Really?" Alicia said. "That's great." She narrowed her eyes a little. "So—what do you think of this whole project? You must have your own." "I think it's pretty good," I said after a slight pause, "it's really pretty good." "You have no objection?" She kept looking at my expression. "It's . "I don't mean the meetings," Alicia said with a laugh, "I mean—the whole thing, the whole New York project." I opened my mouth to say something—but shut it feebly.what's going on in new york Like a greedy person who discovered someone's weakness, she leaned forward with a sneer on her lips. "You know about it, don't you? Rebecca, Luke's going to work in New York." I was too shocked to move my feet.Luke goes to work in New York.That's why he looked so excited.He is going to New York.But...why did he never tell me about it? I felt a burning sensation in my cheeks, and my chest was suffocating.Luke was going to work in New York, and he didn't say a word to me. "Rebecca?" I raised my head abruptly and forced a quick smile.I couldn't let Alicia realize that I didn't know about it.Can't let her know. "Of course I know," I said hoarsely, clearing my throat again, "I know. But I... I never talk about work in public. Better keep your mouth shut, you Say?" "Oh, of course it is," she replied—the way she looked at me made me think that she wasn't quite so convinced at the moment. "So you're going there too?" I looked back at her, my lips trembling slightly, unable to think of an answer, my cheeks felt hot again—and suddenly, thank God, someone behind me yelled: "Miss Rebecca Bloomwood. There's a courier package from Miss Rebecca Bloomwood." I turned around hastily in amazement and saw...it was unbelievable.A man in uniform was walking up to the service desk, and he was holding my large, crumpled delivery package, which I had hoped had been lost.All my clothes finally arrived.I choose and match the clothes I wear carefully.I can wear whatever I want tonight! But... I don't care so much about the clothes anymore.I just want to go somewhere, to be alone, to think about it. "It's me," I said, trying to force a smile on my face, "I'm Miss Rebecca Bloomwood." "Okay!" said the man, "that's easy. Please sign here..." "Okay, I'll leave you alone!" said Alicia, looking at my package, with an amused smile on her face. "Have a good time for the rest of your vacation." "Thanks," I replied, "I will." I turned away a little numbly, clutching the package containing my clothes. endwich bank Fulham Branch 3 Fulham Road, London SW6 9JH To: Ms. Rebecca Bloomwood Unit 2, 4 Burnie Road, London SW6 8FD Dear Miss Bloomwood: Thank you so much for your letter of September 4th to "Dear Mr. Smeets" asking him to hurry up and approve an increase in your overdraft "before that new guy arrives". I'm the new guy. I am currently reviewing all client files and will discuss your requirements with you in due course. Shun Zhi respect Overdraft Credit Manager John Gavin September 8, 2001