"That would be unfortunate."
Mrs.
Bennet muttered that all who had anything to do with the arrogant Mr.
Darcy, except Mr.
Bingley and his friends, was equally arrogant and impertinent in her eyes."
Sir, I advise you not to come into contact with this gentleman, he doesn't say a good word.""
Don't have a nice word?
Madam, you can't say that. ”"Lady Carterine's family is the most polite and noble man I have ever met," said Collins.You advised me not to go, but I didn't listen. ”The quarrel between Mrs.
Bennet and Collins was on the verge of breaking out, and they argued for another quarter of an hour, and neither of them was convinced.-- As it turned out, Collins's enthusiasm was not three minutes of heat, and after lunch he did not even look at his own possessions, but hurried to the Nigerfeld estate in a carriage to introduce himself.In order to show his formality, he also brought the two eldest ladies of the Bennet family with him like a male host.Of course, he had another purpose for now, that is, he had decided that he was going to marry one of Jane and Elizabeth.As for whether it will be his sister or his sister, he has not yet decided, so now he needs to create more opportunities to get along.Mrs.
Bennet, though she hated Collins, would not refuse a visit to the Nigerfeld estate.The weather was still gloomy, but luckily it didn't rain.The trio soon knocked on the door of the Nigerfeld estate.The hosts and guests sitting in the living room were surprised, especially Mr.
Elton and Mr.
Jenner Jr., who had visited Ban not long ago.But when the tall and chubby gentleman who stood at the top introduced himself, the masters were immediately surprised."
It's an honor to meet you, Mr.
Collins."
The first to speak was the host, Bingley, who was still a gentle gentleman."
Good afternoon, Mr.
Darcy!"
Bingley was stunned: "Sir, I-" Collins introduced himself without giving anyone a chance to interrupt, "I'm sorry I didn't greet you earlier."
It has been a great honour for me to meet you, and I have often heard the Venerable Lady Cartelyn speak of her nephew, and I have had the privilege of seeing your portrait in the Rosings Gardens.The painter is really good, he paints your noble demeanor vividly......
"He must have rehearsed this in the carriage, for even a child of five or six years old would not find Mr.
Darcy's portrait to bear the slightest resemblance to Mr.
Bingley.Mr.
Bingley, out of politeness, did not interrupt Collins's nonsense, but Miss Bingley was not so kind.She didn't completely puncture it, but only asked with a sneer, "Mr.
Collins, you have said something, and only one thing is right, and that is that Lady Carterine is a respectable person. ”"Of course, I have never seen a nobler and kinder lady than Lady Carterin!"
Collins said, "You must be the honorable Miss Darcy."
I have also heard from Madame Carteline about you, and I remember that Madame said that Mademoiselle was only sixteen years old, and she did not expect to be so beautiful. ”Miss Bingley didn't expect her words to ignite her fire.She dared to make fun of Miss Bennet's cousin, but she would never dare to pretend to be the sister of the person she admired."
Sir, this is my brother Bingley, Charles Bingley.""
Mr.
Bingley......!"
Collins exclaimed, "You must be a good friend of Mr.
Darcy?"
”"Exactly.""
This is Sister Ling?""
Not bad.""
My dear God, I'm so sorry.Even if you're friends, you look alike. ”The owner said it didn't matter, but Mr.
Collins apologized for a quarter of an hour.Mr.
Bingley listened politely, and when he had had enough of the chatter, he finally got his wish to greet Miss Bennet.Before he could say a few words to Jane, Collins quickly interrupted him, "Is Mr.
Darcy here?"
”"Darcy should be upstairs in the study.""
Really?
That's a real coincidence. ”"Sir, do you have something?
I can go and call Darcy down. ”"But don't!"
Collins exclaimed, "I think I ought to be polite in the drawing-room to wait for Mr.
Darcy, and I think a gentleman goes to the study at such a time precisely because he does not want to be disturbed."
If I hastily send my greetings to Madame Carterine, her noble lady will surely reproach me for my inappropriate manners. ”Everyone: "......"
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Collins did not leave, and Bingley was not easy to chase away customers, so he had to politely chat with him in the living room.Fortunately, most of the time he was able to hold up the audience by complimenting Lady Carteline alone, not to mention the fact that there was now a Miss Bingley who occasionally flattered her with him.After about half an hour of touting, Collins finally freed the audience.He offered to play cards, and Mr.
Elton, Jr.
Jenner, and Miss Bingley were happy to replace the boring time.Mr.
Bingley and Jane were naturally freed by the crowd playing cards, and they sat in another corner of the living room, affectionate.Elizabeth didn't want to disturb her sister's date or join Whisto's game, so she decided to go out for a walk on her own.The weather in Meritun in November was like Lei Gong's temper, cloudy and sunny.But luckily, most of the time it only thundered and got angry, and it hadn't rained since the last time Jane was sick.So although Elizabeth saw that the sky was gloomy, she didn't pay much attention to it.She thought about publishing and cowpox, what kind of feedback she would receive after she had sent a reply to her readers, including Lydia, and from time to time she thought of Mr.
Darcy, who had not seen her for a few days, and who did not know whether she had consciousness or not, and before she knew it, she had come to the end of the Nigerfeld estate.As November approached the end of winter, the garden had long since lost its previous months, leaving only vast meadows and scattered ornamental pavilions.Elizabeth didn't think there was anything to see in the meadow, so she decided to go back the way she came.At this moment, the sky suddenly "boomed", and then the torrential rain poured down.As if to make up for the lack of a week, it fell particularly quickly, and the rain was even heavier than a week ago.By the time Elizabeth ducked into a pavilion like a frightened cat, she was drenched.…… God really doesn't take care of her!
She leaned against the pillar and smiled bitterly, not knowing how long the rain would last.It was a quarter of an hour's walk from the manor's house, and there were only two possibilities for now: to wait for the rain to stop and walk back on your own, or to wait for someone who was attentive and kind to find out about her disappearance and send a waiter to take her back.Either way, it seems like she'll have to wait now......
Elizabeth closed her eyes helplessly.I don't know why, but when the vision is turned off, the sense of hearing seems to be clearer.She could clearly feel the thunder and the movement of the raindrops crashing to the ground.No, it wasn't the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, it seemed heavier and more urgent, like someone was running towards her."
Miss Bennet?"
…… So fast?
Someone found out about her "disappearance" so soon?"
Miss Bennet?"??
Wait, the voice ......
"Miss Elizabeth Bennett, it's really you!"
How did you end up here?
”The author has something to say: Note: [1].The concept of "headshot" is inspired by the squid's "Arcane Throne", which refers to the information received that is very different from one's own deep-seated beliefs.[2]。
Adapted from Chapter 14 of the original book.Chapter 17 The strange Montasy was indeed writing letters in his study, but the scene of about half a minute a week ago, like a drama in Jury Lane, was vividly imprinted in his consciousness.- "Poor Mr.
Darcy, you are obviously a step late, and Madame Zun has already begun to dance with others. ”- "Pay attention to the words, Miss Bennet's affairs have nothing to do with me. ”…… He kept thinking back to what he had said at that time, and considered it word for word, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had been carried away by arrogance at that time, and that he was anxious to break off his relationship with Miss Elizabeth.It's better now, but it's your own fault.Seeing Elton and even little Jenner getting closer and closer to Elizabeth, he could only sulk on the one hand, and worry about the other party blaming him.However, even in spite of the pain, the pride in his bones still did not allow him to go to Banfu and extend an olive branch to Miss Elizabeth.However, Darcy has not been walking around Langbourne these days.In fact, he thought that if he had the opportunity to meet Miss Elizabeth, he would not have taken the opportunity to apologize to her for the rudeness he had spoken the day before.It was only Lang Bourne's twenty-four households, and he was very unfortunate that he had never met the Bennett family, and Elton invited him to visit the Ban Fu Ranch in the morning, but he arrogantly refused.…… In a steady stream of thoughts, Darcy struggled to finish the letter to Georgiana, but was never in the mood to open the next one.He felt that the study was a little stuffy, and it felt better to open the window and the cold wind blew in, but it was still not enough, so he decided to pick up the book he had been reading for the past two days and go for a walk in the garden.It may be that he has a lot of things to worry about these days and has not rested well, so he soon fell asleep leaning against the pavilion pillar.
--Darcy was having a series of strange dreams when the rainstorm came.He dreamed that "he" was in an old church in Rosings, where a tall, fat priest was preaching, and the content tasted like chewing wax and made people drowsy.Miss Elizabeth sat with her cousin Fitzwilliam, and they didn't know what they were talking about, and Elizabeth's face was so bad that she glanced at "herself" and fled as quickly as if she had seen a disgusting monster.It was raining outside, and Miss Elizabeth ignored it, and "herself" chased after her.What's going on?
Why did Miss Elizabeth know his cousin?
Darcy wondered how he seemed to have become an origin in such a strange dream, standing in God's vision, able to see what was happening clearly, but unable to intervene.He saw "himself" running across a long bridge outside the church and finding Miss Elizabeth outside a round tower-shaped building."
Miss Elizabeth."
Darcy heard "herself" say that Elizabeth seemed startled and looked at "him" defensively."
I really can't hold on to it, these months have been torture for me, I'm just here to see you.""
I'm fighting against worldly opinions, against my family's expectations, against your background, against my class.I'm going to leave them all behind, and let you put an end to my suffering[1]. ”These few days have indeed been a torture for him.At first, Darcy was able to understand "himself" feelings, but when he got to the end, his eyes widened."
I don't understand what you're talking about."
Elizabeth said."
I love you."…… What happened?"
He" actually ......
"the most sincere love." ”"Please give me the honor and accept my hand."…… Darcy was messy."
Myself" is this proposing?
Darcy doesn't deny that he has a crush on Miss Elizabeth in reality, but it doesn't seem to rise to the level of love and marriage, does it?
Or was he already in love with Miss Elizabeth, but too sluggish to realize?
How can it be?!
Darcy immediately denied such an idea.Obviously, he has only seen her twice until now!
Elizabeth in the dream was just as confused as Darcy was watching, and he could even see the anger on her face."
Sir," she said calmly, "I thank you very much for your struggle.But I am very sorry that it has brought you only pain.This was a subconscious decision [1]. ”"That's your answer?""
Yes, sir.""
Are you laughing at me?""
Nope.""
Are you rejecting me?""
I believe that the class threshold in your heart will help you overcome your pain."…… Refuse?
If Darcy was only surprised by "himself" in his proposal, then all his reaction to Miss Elizabeth's refusal was shock.Whether it is a dream or reality, combining with herself is undoubtedly the best choice for Miss Elizabeth, and even the entire Bennet family will be grateful.However, she turned it down.Why did Elizabeth reject a marriage proposal?
Why did she run out of church on a rainy day?
Where did her angry and disgusted look at "herself" come from?
Darcy had a myriad of questions, but it was at this point that the dream was interrupted, and he fell into darkness, unable to wake up.When his vision returned to light, he found that he had returned to the ancient church of Rosings, where his dream had been.Repetitive dreams?
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Wrong.Darcy looked around and saw that the sun was shining outside the window, there was no sign of heavy rain at all, and the decoration of the church was very different from before.The aisle in the middle of the main hall is covered with a thick red carpet, and the outside of the benches on both sides is dotted with colorful hyacinths.Obviously, it was a medium-sized wedding.There were not many guests, but there were many familiar faces - Aunt Cartesin, Miss de Paul, Miss Jane Bennet, Charles and his sister Georgiana.Darcy "himself" was not present.The bridegroom had some impression of the tall and fat pastor who had preached in the church in the previous dream, and was said to be William Collins, who had been promoted by Aunt Carteline to take charge of the parish, and who was a mediocre and flattering teacher.As for the bride – when the wedding music sounded and the church door opened, he saw a beautiful lady walk in surrounded by flower girls.Miss Elizabeth?
Darcy felt his mind go blank, and although he knew it was a dream, the pain that came out of his heart was very real.How could Miss Elizabeth marry such an ordinary man?
There was no smile on her face, as if such a wedding was a task for her, not about lifelong happiness.What's the secret of Miss Elizabeth?
Could it be that this is the reason why she rejected "his" marriage proposal before?
He watched, why is there such a strange pain?
Countless more questions sprung up in Darcy's mind, and just then, the dream was interrupted again.
--The sky was overcast and torrential rain was pouring.Darcy opened his eyes and looked around in a daze, realizing that he had finally returned to Nigerfeld Manor.I woke up from a dream.I just wanted to take a break, but I didn't expect to have such strange dreams one after another.He closed his eyes and sat for about half a minute, waiting until he was fully awake before he got up, looked at the sky, and calculated when the rain would stop.It shouldn't have been too long, and after another half a minute, Darcy came to a conclusion.He brushed the rain-soaked cover of the book in his hand, thinking about the dream just now, and looked into the distance with some mixed feelings.However, this look immediately went wrong.In another pavilion dozens of meters away, he saw the figure he was very familiar with, which appeared twice in his dream, lingering.Miss Elizabeth Bennet?
Why is she in Nigerfeld Manor?
Could it be a hallucination he had dreamed of, or was it a different dream?
The author has something to say: The text won't be updated tomorrow, there will be a little Darcy, and it has nothing to do with the plot of the text, it's purely a sand sculpture brain hole, or nine o'clock in the evening!
Note: [1] Some of the contents of the dream are references to the Pride and Prejudice movie '05.Chapter 18 01 in the play is the focus!
This is an extra-fan in the play, sand sculpture brain hole, timeline confusion, serious OOC!
The plot has nothing to do with the text, just for Bojun to laugh ~ 1.In the spring of 1885, Vienna General Hospital, Austria.In the clinic of Sigmund Floyd, associate physician in the Department of Neurology, a strange guest arrives.He wears a straight, tight black tuxedo, knee-length trousers, and a pair of gorgeous boots.Not to mention that it is incompatible with the simple white hospital gown of the hospital, even if it is placed on the streets of Vienna, it will attract onlookers.Freud looked at the patient in front of him, who seemed to be from the 00s of this century, and looked at the case again to confirm that it was correct."
Mr.
Fitzwilliam D'Arcy?""
Yes.""
I'm the Associate Neurologist on duty today, Sigmund Floyd."
He looked at the patient in front of him again, as if trying to confirm the other's condition from the look on his face and the communication.After all, the Department of Neurology is different from other departments, and he relies more on his own observation and interpretation than on cold data."
I know you.""
Okay.""
Then we'll get started."
I read on this case, sir, you have been repeating a strange dream lately?
”"It's not me, it's a friend of mine."
Darcy lied, his face didn't change, his heart didn't beat."
Okay, I got it."
Patients are often thin-skinned and like to ask about their illnesses in the name of others, and Freud has encountered such a situation a few times, and has been very skilled in dealing with it.He spent ten minutes pondering the narrative of the case on his own, and then said, "Let me conclude that your friend often dreams that he has a rejected proposal to a lady, and then instantly connects to the next dream, that is, that the lady is married to someone else, right?"
”"That's right.""
I'm going to have a few questions to ask next, please try to answer them as quickly as possible.""
Fast?""
Yes.I need to get subconscious answers, not disguises after idealistic thinking. ”Freud said, "When was the last time your friend saw this lady?"
”"A week ago.""
What is your friend's impression of this lady, please give me two words.""
Rational, witty.""
Has your friend been in a state of flux lately and has a strange temper?""
Yes, doctor.""
What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of church?"
During the conversation, Freud had quietly replaced "your friend" with "you".Obviously, the gentleman in front of him was so engrossed in thinking about the problem that he did not notice this subtle substitution."
Loyalty."
Darcy said.Freud didn't pause, and then quickly asked the last question: "Is she pretty?"
”"Pretty."
After saying that, Darcy seemed to realize something, and the roots of his ears turned red for a moment: "Doctor, this question doesn't seem to be related to the diagnosis?"
”Freud was noncommittal: "Do you want to hear my thoughts about what I have to do as a doctor?"
”Darcy couldn't help but prick up his ears."
Don't you need to invite your friends along?"
Freud looked at him with a smirk."
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My friend—" Darcy paused, "he's still in London." ”"Okay."
Freud didn't debunk it either, "Then I'll start talking."
If you know me, you should know that my core point is that 'dreams are the fulfillment of desires'.But it often disguises itself and thus passes the censorship of consciousness in four ways[1]. ”Darcy listened intently."
The first is the enrichment effect.Apparently your friend's two impressions of this lady are perfectly combined in this dream.Her rationality led her to reject your friend's proposal, and look how witty and lovely she said when she refused!
”"The second is transplantation.Think about the rainstorm in your friend's dream, is it an expression of emotion?
The reason for his restlessness and abnormal temper, I think it's because of this lady?
Can you help your friend think about what happened recently?
Why hasn't he seen her for a week?
”"Your friend's dreams are not subject to this lady's will, so the anger she expresses in her dreams should be his own speculation, and as for why, I think your friend himself will know very well.""
The third is symbolism.If the image of the church appears twice in your friend's dream, you can think about it, is this a yearning for an attitude towards marriage?
”"Finally, it's retouching, but it's not important, I think, the above analysis is enough to judge."
Floyd stopped at this point and deliberately sold a pass."
Doctor?"
Darcy motioned for him to continue."
Wipe your sweat, you look a little nervous.""
I don't care.""
Then I will say," Freud laughed, "that you have a disease, sir!"
”He quietly and automatically replaced "your friend" with "you".Darcy nervous: "What's sick?"
”Freud said mysteriously: "Lovesickness!
”Terminally ill in love, the kind that will be rancid, smelly and rusty!
2.
Spring 2014, 221B Baker Street.Sherlock Holmes, a private investigator who has been bored for a week without a case, finally meets a petitioning guest.Sherlock glanced up at the guest for a second, then closed his eyes in despair.Nineteenth-century costumes, boring aristocratic etiquette.The folds in the cuffs indicate that he has been troubled by something lately, and his nails have been trimmed regularly, but now this side is not neat at all.Eyes – are a matter of women.Costumes, emotional, losers [2].Conceited, IQ OK.The sense of morality is top, not a criminal.He put the guest to a boring end in six words."
Say, give you a minute."
It is already an honor for the other party to be able to enter the hard disk of his brain for a minute in such a case of less than one star."
I'm Fitzwilliam D'Arcy, sir.""
Well, I don't need to know your name.""
I have a friend who has been having a strange dream over and over again lately-" "Who?
”Sherlock interrupted him impatiently, "I don't accept anonymous cases.I'm used to cases being a mystery at one end and being a mystery at both ends[2].You have forty-five seconds left. ”Darcy: "I-" Before he could fully speak, Sherlock interrupted him impatiently again, "Let me tell you, you're too slow and you're wasting your time."
You've been dreaming about a woman a lot lately, right?
”Darcy was surprised: "Sir, how do you know?"
”"A seven-year-old can see the problem, you're in love with her.""
Love?"
Darcy looked like he was about to burn, "Sir?
”"The pulse rises, the pupils dilate [2]."
Sherlock said, "Alright, the case is settled.Watson, please don't wake me up next time it's such a boring case. ”Watson is still in Dublin, so naturally there is no way to respond."
In the future, we will stipulate that you will be responsible for all cases below eight stars.The space on my brain's hard drive, not suitable for storing boring things. ”There was no response at 221B Baker Street, and there was no objection to the Sherlock Bento Watson.After all, he said what he should say, and it wasn't his fault that the other party didn't hear it.Darcy was about to leave when Sherlock suddenly stopped him."
One more thing.""
Emotionality is a physical defect of the loser[2], as my friend has personally demonstrated. ”Darcy: Elizabeth of the "......" incursion: Alan Adler of the "......" somewhere in the United States: ???
The author has something to say: Note: [1].Adapted from Sigmund Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams.The analysis is all made up by me haha, it is purely entertaining and not scientific.[2]。
Adapted from Sherlock, S02E01.In order to write this, I read Shenxia again.I feel like I'm going to empathize with Sherlock Holmes, and I can't live up to Mr.
Darcy who was abused by detectives......
Escaped~ Chapter 19 "Faithful" readers, whether it is a hallucination or a dream, the picture of Elizabeth leaning on the pavilion pillar with her whole body wet has a strong visual impact.Darcy felt that his body could not be controlled, and he quickly ran to the pavilion dozens of meters away, and his originally dry clothes were instantly soaked."
Miss Elizabeth Bennett, it's really you!""
Mr.
Darcy?"
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Elizabeth turned around in surprise.The rain was like a battlefield, and she saluted comically like a wounded soldier.Such an act seemed to Darcy to be deliberately distant, and he smiled wryly and moved his lips, but could not speak.He had fantasized countless times of reconciliation with Miss Elizabeth, meeting on the streets of Meriton, and meeting in the fields of Langburn, but most of them were sunny, and the weather was fine no matter how bad it was.He had never expected such a torrential downpour.What's even more ridiculous and sad is that his damn pride can't even say that sorry at this moment.
--In fact, Elizabeth thought exactly the opposite at this time, she watched Darcy come to her from dozens of meters away, braving the rain, with undisguised concern in her cold expression, and suddenly felt a little moved.His hair was as wet as a sparrow's nest, and with his anxious eyes and slightly paralyzed expression, it was a unique messy beauty.The front side of the dress was completely soaked, but the back side was almost dry, which showed how fast he had been running—just because he saw her.Elizabeth winked playfully as she looked at Darcy, who was struggling to speak, but seemed to be in a difficult situation."
What is it that bothers you so much, Mr.
Darcy?"
Elizabeth's question made Darcy even more ashamed, as if the secret hidden in his heart had been revealed, and he hated the pride in his bones for the first time.However, such pride has followed him for twenty-eight years, and it cannot be discarded for a while.Darcy coughed awkwardly, then improvised, "I was reading a somewhat controversial novel just now, Miss Bennett. ”"Oh?
What is your name?
”Elizabeth then realized that he was holding a completely waterlogged book.Ladies Magazine.Seeing the name on the cover, Elizabeth's expression suddenly became very subtle."
First Impressions."
At the same time, Darcy replied.
--Elizabeth nearly choked on her saliva."
Miss Bennet?"
Darcy wondered, "Are you sick?"
When the rain has stopped, I'll ask the maid to cook some tonic soup, by the way, now—" He took off his coat and put the unsoaked side over Elizabeth's body.The movements are light, but they are very firm and cannot be refused.Such delicate gentleness seems to have been seen only by Elizabeth when she visited Pemberry Manor in her previous life, when Darcy treated her sister Georgiana.She was a little nervous at the moment."
No, Mr.
Darcy, I don't have a problem.""
That's?"
Darcy reacted suddenly, and said a little unnaturally, "This is my first time reading Ladies Magazine, Miss Bennett, don't think about it......"
"Yes." ”Elizabeth blinked slyly."
Well, it's just because I've been idle lately......"
"I know."
The two fell silent for no apparent reason.Elizabeth was laughing all the time, to be exact, and Darcy found that he couldn't answer, only the roots of his ears were slowly reddening.His heart beat faster, as if he was not standing in front of a young lady from a squire's family, but a grand duke and nobleman.No, even in front of the Duke of Wellington, he would not be so out of shape, so helpless.The rain outside the pavilion continued unabated, which reminded him of his first dream before, and thought of the sudden marriage proposal of "himself" in the dream.Propose......
The roots of Darcy's ears seemed to be on fire.Elizabeth couldn't bear to see Darcy like this again, as helpless as a child who had made a mistake, so she interrupted and asked, "Mr.
Darcy, why did you say that the novel was controversial?"
”"Have you read First Impressions?"
Darcy asked rhetorically.Elizabeth vaguely replied that she had seen a little, and that the beginning was okay.She wasn't prepared to hide the fact that Darcy was the author herself, but she wanted to hear his thoughts anonymously first."
I don't think so."
Darcy began to pace in the pavilion, as he liked it when he thought."
At the beginning, I just felt that such novels were low and boring, and that only describing the utopia of love could not depict the complexity of human nature.The limitations of rural life make this author play poorly, lacking the pattern that a good novel needs. ”"Oh my God!"
Elizabeth couldn't help but cry out, the words she knew all too well!
That letter, the only one of the thirteen reader feedback that left no stone unturned in criticism, turned out to be written by Darcy!
It was a surprise.This is really thanks to the fact that she read it several times after that, and reflected several times that she felt that the other party had some truth in what she said, so she was so impressed.In a moment, Elizabeth changed her mind, and she decided to keep Darcy a secret from her as the original author, and then communicate with him as much as she did with Lydia.Of course, in addition to wanting to listen to pertinent opinions, her main purpose is also a hint of teasing.She really wanted to know what kind of funny expression Darcy would have when she found out the truth.…… Thinking of this, Elizabeth winked playfully again: "Mr.
Darcy, you are too mean to say that. ”"I-" Darcy subconsciously tried to retort, but the words stopped when he came to his lips.He seemed to have spent a lot of effort before he turned his face and said a little arrogantly: "Maybe so."
But then I thought about it, in fact, the country people are also worth studying. ”"The complex display of human nature does not necessarily need to go through strong winds and waves, and sometimes some family trivialities often have the same detection effect as national wars.This woman's description of the countryman is exactly that. ”"Redneck?""
Yes."
Darcy stopped, "The Scottish squire family described by the author. ”Speaking of which, Darcy suddenly discovers that the family background of the mistress described in this novel is somewhat similar to that of Miss Elizabeth.Of course, he thought it was a coincidence, and didn't think about it elsewhere."
Actually, the rednecks are also worth studying?"
Elizabeth laughed, "Mr.
Darcy, why does this sound biased?"
”This is the first time in the history of their conversation that the word "bias" has been put on the table.Darcy stopped and stood directly across from Elizabeth.Maybe it's because he doesn't have a coat to keep warm, maybe it's because of the rainstorm, maybe it's because he's nervous right now, his hands are cold and cold.He lowered his head and looked at Miss Elizabeth's bright eyes in front of him, and the faint smile on his face suddenly became very dazzling in his eyes.