Excerpt-What kind of person can I be in such an environment? How can I keep my character unaffected?

Every time I walk out of these dark rooms and come into broad daylight, my eyes are dazzled and even my mind is fascinated.

It's burnt What's so strange?

I should have told Joe about the white-faced young gentleman that day, but I had no choice but to talk nonsense before.

Tell those big lies and tell Joe the truth. Now if you talk to him about this white-faced young gentleman again, he will.

Unexpectedly, last time I said a lot of nonsense about the black velvet carriage, this time it was nothing more than arranging a suitable passenger for the carriage, so

I didn't say a word. Besides, after talking about Miss Havisham and Estella for the first time, I was afraid of people.

The family will talk about them again, and this kind of scruples is getting stronger every day. I can only trust Biddy completely,

I have kept nothing from poor Biddy. I take it for granted not to hide it from her, Biddy, no matter what I tell her.

What? She felt pain, too. At that time, I really didn't understand the reason. Now I think I understand.

At this time, there is a family meeting in the kitchen; I was already angry, which added fuel to the fire.

I can hardly help having a seizure. It turns out that Pumblechook's old bald donkey often comes to discuss my future with my sister at night.

Title; To tell the truth, it's a pity that I'm too weak to pull the handlebar of Pumblechook's carriage, otherwise I'll have to pull it.

Looking back on this past, I still don't feel very guilty. This dirty seed is so stubborn.

Ling: He talked about my future and insisted that I stay in front of him (as if I were an experimental specimen);

It's fine for me to sit in the corner, but he often grabs me by the collar and drags me off the stool.

Drag it to the front of the stove as if to roast me and say, "madam, the child is coming!" "

You single-handedly raised this child! Look up, son. For those who raised you with one hand, you can always have it.

Be grateful, be grateful. Madam, let's talk about this child! "and then on my head for a moment, my

My hair is in a mess-as I said before, growing up, I feel who I am from my heart.

I have no right to play me like this.

He let me stand in front of him and grabbed my sleeve: he asked me to make this pair of imbeciles miserable.

Phase, only his own appearance is comparable!

Then, he and his sister were on the same page, echoing each other and talking about Miss Havisham without saying a word.

Thinking about what Miss Havisham will do to me and what benefits she will give me. These words often make

I was so miserable that I wanted to cry. I want to jump on Pumblechook and beat him from head to toe.

When they talk, my sister will lecture me every time she mentions me. It's like pulling teeth.

; Pumblechook, on the other hand, has always regarded himself as my benefactor, always sitting there staring at me contemptuously, as if

I owe my wealth and prosperity all my life to him because of my painting career. Unexpectedly, instead of accepting his kindness, I invited him to dinner.

Not flattery.

Joe never takes part in these discussions. But if they don't talk about it, when they talk about it, they will always talk about him, because Joe

Sister-in-law knows that Joe doesn't want me to leave the forge. According to my age, I can talk to you now.

Joe became an apprentice; Therefore, whenever Joe picks up a poker and pokes ash in the middle of the fireplace,

My sister will unequivocally describe Joe's innocent behavior as a sign of intentional opposition, and she will suddenly rush at Joe.

In front of him, he shook him violently for a while, grabbed the poker in his hand and threw it aside. Without these discussions.

It didn't end in a very unhappy ending. When my sister talks about unsustainability, she often yawns again and again.

He suddenly saw me as if by accident, pounced on me and shouted at me, "All right! That's enough for you.

Bear with it! Go to sleep quickly! It's not enough to worry about you all night "They tortured me.

Even my life is almost gone, but she bit me, as if I were begging them to torture me!

Such days have passed for a long time; I thought I had to do this for a long time, but one day,

Miss Havisham held my shoulder and walked with me. Suddenly she stopped and said rather reluctantly

"You've grown a lot, Pip!" I gave her a thoughtful look and thought it would be best to use this.

I'm afraid it's not for me to decide.

She didn't say anything at that time; But in the blink of an eye, he stopped to see me again; Soon, he looked at me again.

Once; After seeing me for the third time, she looked sad and unhappy. I'll wait on her next time and take a picture.

I often walk with her for a while. As soon as I escorted her to the dresser, she waved impatiently and asked me to stay.

Stay. She said:

"Tell me your blacksmith's name again." "His name is Joe Gargery, Miss." "You?

Are you going to be an apprentice with that master? "Yes, Miss Havisham." "You still go to learn from him.

Craft. Do you think GeJiRui will come with your mentoring contract? "I said, if you ask him.

Come, he will feel this is a great honor.

"Then ask him to come once." "Do you want to make an appointment with him, Miss Havisham?" "Come on, come on.

La! I don't know what day it is today. Tell him to come quickly and go with you anyway. "It's late.

I conveyed the news to Joe after I came home last night. When my sister heard this, she immediately "flew into a rage", more than usual.

It's scarier at any time. She asked me if Joe and I used her as doormats and stepped on them at will.

How dare we treat her like this? She wants to ask us if she doesn't deserve to go to such a palace.

What kind of family does she deserve as a guest? After she gushed out this series of questions, she picked up one.

A candlestick hit Joe, and he burst into tears and took out a dustpan-this dustpan is always a bad one.

Good omen-put on a coarse apron and clean it hard. Dry cleaning was not enough, so I took another bucket of water and took it away.

We can't stay in the house because we have to scrub the floor, so we have to stand in the backyard and tremble until.

Dare to sneak into the house at ten o'clock at night; As soon as my sister saw Joe, she asked him why he didn't marry a slave girl.

Poor Joe didn't answer back. He just stood there, touching his cheek and looking at me listlessly.

Thinking seems to say: Really, if I had married a slave girl, I'm afraid I would have been better.

Miserable world must also be seen.