[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

Elizabeth wanted to go out earlier, after all, she was used to keeping time, but she obviously underestimated the importance Mrs. Bennet attached to this invitation.

"I don't think I need this butterfly hairpin." Elizabeth carefully placed the pink exaggerated butterfly hairpin on the dressing table. Before Mrs. Bennet could speak, Lydia snatched it angrily. Send your own baby card.

"You have to know that I won't lend it to others casually. If my mother didn't ask for it repeatedly, I wouldn't want to lend it to you."

Elizabeth would love to say that she really appreciates Lydia's kindness, but this stuff really isn't for her.But obviously Mrs. Bennet didn't think so at all. She always felt that girls should wear brighter pink, and it would be better to decorate those flowers and plants on her daughter's hair.

"Trust me, honey, you look great in it!" Mrs. Bennet confidently put it on for Elizabeth, and then held her hair to let her see the reflection in the mirror.

Elizabeth glanced at it, and then became a little stiff uncontrollably.

"Well, since you think so." Of course, she said to herself, after all, she is not the protagonist.

Elizabeth has never been the kind of person who is suitable for pink and tender colors. It's not that she is not good-looking, but that she is small, but sometimes she speaks and does things with an old-fashioned look. Her slightly slender eyes make her look cute. Not a sweet girl like Lydia.

"My dear wife, I think our daughter is going to be late." Mr. Bennett reminded with his arms crossed, and the former woke up with a start, and hurriedly pushed the girls into the carriage.

"You know, if Jane is alone, I won't prepare a carriage." Mrs. Bennet muttered endlessly when the girls got into the carriage.

"Why, Mom?" Catherine asked curiously, before Mrs. Bennet could explain, Mary, who was wearing glasses and holding a brick book in her hand, explained.

"Mom wants Jane to take the opportunity to stay at Mr. Bingley's house." After she finished speaking, she shook her head again, showing an unrefined white eye.

"Don't roll your eyes, Mary." Mrs. Bennet whispered to her third daughter, who stroked her glasses and turned to enter the room.

"Now you know, Lizzy. I really don't know whether I should be happy that you were invited, or whether I should worry about whether you will mess up your sister's marriage." Mrs. Bennet said to her daughter.

"I promise, Mom, I will never do anything to damage Jane and Mr. Bingley." Elizabeth raised her little hand, and Jane gently pinched her face, signaling her to stop talking.

"Okay, let's go, girls." Mrs. Bennet sighed with some melancholy, but soon, the happy fat lady became excited again, and after the carriage had left a few meters away, she rushed to cried her second daughter.

"Catch at least one man! Lizzy!"

The carriage seemed to tilt for a while, and then returned to normal, while the person in the carriage was coughing in a low voice.

"I can't believe Mom is yelling like that." Elizabeth's eyes widened, and Jane smiled.

"Because she loves us."

"Well, I know this, but I'm really not going to catch a man, I'm just accompanying you, Jane." Elizabeth declared heavily.

"Of course, I understand." Jane deepened that smile, but Elizabeth felt that she seemed to be deeply misunderstood. Is it an illusion?She asked herself in her heart, but there was no answer.

The sound of the carriage resounded on the path. Netherfield Gardens was not very far away, but at the current speed of the carriage, it would not be very close either.

It rained a little in the morning, and now the whole air looks moist, but it also has a bit of a muddy smell.

Elizabeth doesn't like rain, because her shoes will always get dirty when it rains, and the rain seems to be God's way to restrict people from traveling, so she didn't look forward to this meeting very much, and waited until the Netherfield Garden Time became even more normal.

"Well, it's all for Jane." Elizabeth said to herself in her heart, and the moment she got off the carriage, she put a decent smile on her face.

Netherfield Gardens is worthy of being rented by rich people, even the high steps in front of the gate look so rich.

Elizabeth and Jane have been standing at the bottom of the steps since they got off the carriage, almost looking up to the front, high above, so similar to their lives, yet so different.

The sorrow of the poor may be that every grain of grain is harvested by your own hands, but the smell of bread never belongs to you.This is the opposite of the two of them at the moment, except that the former is a kind of cognition that accepts fate and is noble and not inferior, while the other seems to be more clear about the division of classes.

"Good day, Miss Bennet!" The slender Mr. Bingley walked down the steps, the smile on his face looked so beautiful in this rainy day.

"Good day, Mr. Bingley!"

The girls greeted the new gentleman from Meryton in a friendly and merry way.

Elizabeth saw two more people appearing behind Mr. Bingley, and at this moment, looking up against the light, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

It was Mr. Darcy and a strange girl, but it is not difficult to guess her identity. The girl who is similar to Mr. Bingley but has such a different temperament must be Mr. Bingley's sister Caroline. There were two people who came late, and if she guessed correctly, they were probably Mr. Bingley's sister and brother-in-law. There was always a natural arrogance in the slightly raised chin and eyes.

Elizabeth's smile became deeper, and she thought, now, in their hearts, what do she and Jane really mean?A girl from a poor family trying to cling to the powerful?Maybe there's something shameless about it, after all, that's always the way it's played on TV, isn't it?

Just as Elizabeth was thinking happily in her head, Jane touched her arm lightly, and it turned out that Mr. Bingley was introducing each other for them.

"Good day, Mr. Hurst, Mrs. Hurst, Miss Bingley, and Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth said these words almost in one breath, but compared with her usual impatience and liveliness, at this moment, she She tried her best to be more reserved and elegant, because she said that she was not the main character, but as Jane's sister, Elizabeth had to perform better than the highly acclaimed Jane, as her relative.

Although people cannot choose their own birth, people can always make themselves look better, even though she does not agree with this kind of concept of value that is imposed on people, which is similar to comparing people to animals, but when When you can't resist, what you need to do is to integrate yourself better in order to protect yourself.

Sure enough, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, who seemed to be proud of the upper class, finally moved their eyes to them, and there was a kind of curiosity and deep scrutiny in their eyes.

High-ranking people like to do this, raising their eyes high, pretending not to see what is under the chin, but obviously, in this era, they do have such capital, after all, from most ratios , people who have been highly educated because of their money are apparently almost completely concentrated in their own circle.

"Good day, Miss Bennetts."

Well, Elizabeth's smile was still perfectly on the corner of her mouth, so that she showed a shallow pear dimple.

See, she thought, this is what they get, a handout greeting.