[Pride and Prejudice] Rich Lady

Mrs. Darcy's cloudy eyes stared at the void, and the corners of her perennially drawn mouth wrapped in deep nasolabial folds raised slightly, as if she saw the fresh, confused young soul who was incompatible with this stale and gorgeous bedroom.Around the beautiful and rich four-poster bed, the din of voices belonging to doctors, relatives, and maids seemed to disappear.

Mrs. Darcy's personal maid lifted up the embroidered velvet curtain with trembling hands, and suddenly sobbed loudly. Mrs. Darcy's three younger sisters squeezed away the maid and burst into tears...

Elizabeth opened her eyes suddenly, the arm supporting her forehead slipped, and her wrist hit the armchair with pain. While rubbing her wrist, she remembered the scene in her dream just now.

The interlacing of time and space, Mrs. Darcy's life like a silent movie, and the strange hands in front of her eyes all make Eliza immersed in a huge sense of absurdity and emptiness.

As an out-and-out flower grower, she grew up under the red flag and was born in the spring breeze. Elisa has lived for more than 20 years. She thought that the Yin family was already a rare flower that was only seen in her life and could not be surpassed.But who knew that the Yin family's 'blind date' banquet was nothing more than a "blind date" banquet, but it made Elisa see what it means to "besides science, there is also theology".

The Yin family's dinner party was called a birthday party, and it was pronounced as a blind date, but it was actually a selection of concubines.The "sisters" surnamed Yi who are eager to compete for the throne of Mrs. Yin are full of tricks, and even Elisa, who is ordinary among the adopted daughters of the surname Yi, is affected and locked in the fitting room.Elisa, who had twisted her foot, was really tired, so she simply took a nap against the mirror... This nap, after waking up, is the inversion of time and space, dimension, dream and reality.

Eliza pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her best to get rid of those fragments and low emotions in her mind. Even though a person's memory is an incomparable wealth to everyone, the wisdom and insight honed over time are not. Having a part of the memory can become your own.Just as reading a philosophical tome does not give one a philosophical mind.

On the contrary, for Elisa, this gift was very helpless, and it had prevented her from sleeping peacefully for several days, so that in such a rapidly changing and unfamiliar environment, Eliza couldn't help dozing off during the day.In that lady's memory, the sweet and energetic time seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, as if being treasured by the owner, blurred and pitifully few.On the contrary, dark and uninteresting memories filled the rest of her life, deep and bitter, which made Eliza feel very heavy, and she really didn't want to think about it.

"Mom, look quickly! Elizabeth fell asleep on the chair, woke up and made herself cry!" Little sister Lydia put her chin on her hand, looked at Elizabeth with interest, and shouted happily to Mrs. Bennet.

"Lizzie, are you alright?" Jane stopped knitting the money bag and looked up at Elizabeth worriedly.

Eliza, now Elizabeth, the second young lady of the squire Bennet's family, blinked away the mist from her eyes, and smiled at Jane: "There are not many good weather like this, and the sun makes me always want to sleep."

Jane got up from the sofa, put a hollow shawl made of wool thread on Elizabeth, and smiled softly: "The sun will be removed from the living room, and the temperature will drop immediately."

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then took out a half-worn pocket watch from her skirt pocket, opened the cover, and the white enamel dial showed that it was only two o'clock in the afternoon.With a sigh in my heart, in Britain at high latitudes, sunshine is as scarce as food, especially in autumn when the days are getting shorter.

"Pocket watches are belongings of gentlemen. If ladies wear them, they must at least be hung on necklaces with jewels." Lydia pouted and shouted unwillingly.

As the youngest daughter of the Bennet family, Lydia, who is less than ten years old, is pampered and ignorant by Mrs. Bennet. She often chatters like a painted tit. The annoying Mr. Bennet does not allow her little daughter to approach him study.

Elizabeth looked at Lydia with some surprise. Lydia was an impatient little guy who could not even learn the simplest introductory piano piece. Such words never forget.You must know that the social circle of the Bennett family is very small, there are only 24 families in Longbourne, and as for the necklace with pocket watch, from what she remembers, most of them belong to the ladies of upper-class and rich families who occasionally wear them There are no girls or ladies at Longbourn who dress like that.I think Lydia heard something when she went to Aunt Meryton's house. Compared with Longbourn, Meryton is at least a small town, with many shops, and the girls in the nearby villages are very willing to go there. Hang out there.

"Oh, my dear Lydia, you know so much." Mrs. Bennet praised loudly, and hurried out of the living room, shouting as she walked, "Lizzie! You lied to me!" Forget me, you must be secretly reading again at night! Before the dinner starts, I want to see the books in your room go back to where they should be!"

"Mr. Bennet always favors her, and even let her take the books in the study. My God, she is not as beautiful as Jane, and she has a stubborn and tough personality. It will be even harder if she becomes an idiot. Married out! Who will understand my fragile nerves..." Mrs. Bennet muttered in her mouth, but Jane and Lydia were used to it and didn't care.Only Elizabeth was stunned. In her previous life, her parents died young, and later she entered the orphanage funded by Yin's family. Such nagging was unfamiliar and kind.

It wasn't until Mrs. Bennet's nagging disappeared that Jane pursed her lips and smiled: "Go and put the books back in the bookcase, it's time for dinner soon, mom will really go to look at your room, and you don't want to Did it cause Mommy's nerves to hurt?"

Elizabeth pointed to the Shakespeare open on her lap, "I put it back a long time ago, except for this one. You know that Dad treasures these books the most."

Seeing Lydia looking at the purse woven by Jane a few times, she stood up and turned around in boredom, muttering that Mary and Kitty hated her, and she ran to play behind her back, causing her to listen to the two elders here. My sister was very boring when she spoke.

Yesterday, Aunt Phillips, who lives in Meryton, brought Bennett's third daughter, Mary, and fourth daughter, Catherine, over there. Uncle Phillips got a piece of tender and fat venison, and Aunt Phillips naturally wanted to show off her cooking skills so that her nieces could enjoy it. some.Originally, all the nieces were invited, but Elizabeth had just gotten to know Longbourn a little bit. Except for a few words from the sisters, Meryton's eyes were completely darkened, and he shirked away for fear of showing his flaws.Jane is a gentle and considerate girl. Seeing that Elizabeth has always been a little trance-tired these days, she didn't go.Lydia was very happy, but she was playful in the past two days and couldn't go because she had caught a cold and hadn't recovered yet.

Only then did the scene in the living room appear. You know, on weekdays, among the five ladies in the Bennet family, only the two older ones talked and worked together.Of the three younger ones, Mary is the better one. Although withdrawn and not talkative, she often stays with her sisters in the living room or dining room, and will listen to her sisters' discipline.And the youngest Lydia and Catherine, one nine years old and one twelve years old, are like colts having fun, and they never want to stay with their sisters to work and talk.In their words, the sisters are extremely boring.

"Lydia, come, let me comb your hair." Elizabeth looked at the little sister whose baby fat had not faded away, her heart softened a bit, and she remembered the tired, old, noisy and fussy middle-aged woman in the lady's memory Come: Unhappy marriage and embarrassing life have completely changed Lydia, who is heartless but extremely happy, beyond recognition.

Lydia's eyes lit up immediately. Elizabeth has become more and more adept at braiding her hair recently. The braids she casually braided are much prettier than those made by the maid. She has long wanted to ask her to braid her own hair.It's just that I am in awe of the two older sisters in my heart, especially Elizabeth is not as easy to talk to as Jane. In Lydia's heart, Elizabeth is far more dignified than Mrs. Bennett.

The little sister's fluffy head obediently remained motionless under her hands. Elizabeth picked up the hairbrush she had rushed to fetch, and gently combed her curly hair.Lydia narrowed her eyes, and Lizzie combed her hair very comfortably, unlike the maid Sarah who always hurt her, the comb teeth and soft fingertips would caress the scalp, making people relax lazily from head to toe, it was almost It's as comfortable as dozing off in the warm sunshine.

While braiding her hair, Elizabeth habitually massaged her scalp with her fingers. Seeing that the little sister squinted her eyes and curled up her paws like a kitten, she almost purred comfortably, and smiled at Jane.Jane was sitting on the sofa by the window, the sun had receded to the window, painting a layer of golden borders on Jane, the smiling Jane was as beautiful as an oil painting of a lady, Elizabeth, who was used to seeing Jane's beauty these days, couldn't bear it Live amazing again.

Speaking of which, the five sisters are all beauties.Needless to say, Jane, with blond hair and brown eyes, is naturally the most recognized beauty. The remaining four, although not as dazzling as Jane, can all be called good-looking.Elizabeth's temperament is more eye-catching than her appearance, and her good looks are not obvious; Lydia is the tallest and proud of the five sisters; Kitty is a combination of Jane and Lydia, her body and appearance are very good. Can take the shot.And the most inconspicuous Mary should actually be the second most beautiful woman among the sisters after Jane, but her personality is too out of gregarious, she doesn't know how to dress up, and she is neglected. Failed to emit the light that belonged to her.

Elizabeth secretly sighed, five beauties, but none of them was happy.She had also read this famous book carefully back then. Which girl who liked this book hadn't fantasized about her own "Darcy"?But a book is a book after all, and when the ending is at its most beautiful, it can be called a love fairy tale for adults.But adults all know that fairy tales are deceiving, and it is difficult to have a perfect loneliness in the beginning of a dream.

In the memory of that Mrs. Darcy, the love between Jane and Mr. Bingley started from Jane's beauty. A couple with meek temperaments could hardly resist the constraining subordinates, especially Mr. Bingley was born with a hesitant and soft heart, so the love It also ends in the pretty maid who is ambitious and crawls into the bed.Under internal and external troubles, Mr. Bingley, who was not good at management, was tricked by others and lost more than half of his property.Jane is gentle but has no opinion. She can't manage the servants of the manor badly, and she is heartbroken by Bingley. Her frail body collapses and she dies of illness at a young age.Mr. Bingley really loved her, but because of his temperament, he couldn't deal with the tearful maid immediately, causing the rift to be out of control.Jane's death took away all the vitality of this gentleman in his prime, and the despondent Mr. Bingley did not live long.

And the original Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, such a pair of happy enemies, failed to spend the rest of their lives happily.The Mr. Darcy who is indifferent and arrogant to all the girls, only Mr. Darcy who loves her, handsome, rich, arrogant but rare infatuation, the Prince Charming who satisfies all the imaginations of Cinderella.The many auras can't hide his stubborn and arrogant side, especially when facing the Wickham couple who often come to fight the autumn wind.When the love is strong, the fragrance can still cover up the stench of the enemy, but when the rose of love is always mixed with a trace of stench, this unparalleled rose will gradually begin to wither.Except for Lydia and his wife, with Mrs. Bennet and two unmarried Miss Bennet defecting, Pemberley Manor has become a noisy Bennet mansion. The differences in class and vision are difficult to fill. more and more silent.When the frail Miss Darcy finally became seriously ill because of Wickham's frequent visits, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Mr. Darcy moved away from Pemberley with his younger sister.Immediately afterwards, Mr. Darcy, who was hunting with his friends, fell off his horse due to lack of consciousness.The curtain fell on the young prince, and Cinderella guarded the gorgeous castle, but the cloud could never dissipate.Elizabeth, who was originally full of vitality, guarded the property of the Darcy family, and finally became another Mrs. de Bourgh.

Mary and Kitty, two girls who never married, had their share in the unfortunate life of their sister.Bearing such shackles, Mary became more dull, and even Kitty, who was happy by nature, gradually lived a silent and depressed life like a penance nun.

As for Lydia, from the moment she married Wickham, it was destined to be a tragedy.

"Lizzie? Lizzie!" Seeing Elizabeth returning to her senses, Jane couldn't help asking worriedly, "Lizzie, what's wrong with you these days? Are you feeling unwell? You haven't been quite right since last Sunday." Jane I always feel that Lizzie is a little strange, and I can't help worrying that she is sick.

Jane's tone was still gentle, but these words were like a thunderbolt, instantly driving away all Elizabeth's thoughts and emotions.Jane is the person in this family who knows Elizabeth best. Fortunately, she has a pure and gentle personality, and she is only worried about her sister's discomfort.

But Elizabeth knew that after a long time, even if Jane couldn't guess it, it was inevitable that she would not have doubts.However, that lady is like Hesperides who guards the golden apple tree of Hera, who treasured all the happy times and left them with heavy memories. Elizabeth has tried her best to imitate the original owner in those vague memories, and can The pace of life in the Nat family has passed these few days in a stable manner, and she has done her best.

When Elizabeth was with her sisters during the day, she could only talk as little as possible.But this is not a long-term solution.

"Having a cold? I told you not to read by the river, you are always disobedient!" A pair of slightly rough hands stretched out to touch Elizabeth's cheek, accompanied by Mrs. Bennet's chattering complaints. "God, your forehead is hot! Stupid girl, don't you realize how hot you are!"

"Mrs. Hill, get the doctor quickly!" Mrs. Bennet called the housekeeper, and then ordered the maid Sarah: "Come to Miss Lizzie immediately, and help her to the room. I want to make ginger beer myself!"

Saying that, she asked Jane and Sarah to help Elizabeth go back to her room, and she hurried to the kitchen.

"Ginger beer?" Elizabeth touched her forehead with her hand, only to realize that she really had a fever.

Lydia didn't bother to look in the mirror to see the beautiful new hairstyle, but also wanted to help Elizabeth. Hearing this, she stuck out her tongue and said, "Mom is the best... Fortunately, she didn't do it when I caught a cold."

Jane half-hugged Elizabeth worriedly, her brows twitched when she heard Lydia's words, and she couldn't help but said, "Lizzie, Mom hasn't done anything in the kitchen for a long time, don't force yourself when you can't drink it."

You know Mrs. Bennet has always been proud of being able to afford a decent cook in her family, and she has never done any work in the kitchen except to supervise.

After a while, Mr. Bennet also came out of the study to see his sick daughter, and he was going to ride to Meryton himself to ask for a doctor.

Elizabeth's cheeks were flushed. In the past, no matter how uncomfortable she was, she gritted her teeth and endured it by herself. Now it was just a small cold, and the whole family surrounded her.Elizabeth was a little dizzy, but secretly felt warm and happy.

"I'm fine, just take a rest. Dinner should be ready in the dining room, go and eat quickly, tell mom, don't make a fuss about me."

At that time, England had two meals a day. In middle-class gentry homes like the Bennet family, breakfast was usually served at around nine o’clock and dinner at three o’clock in the afternoon. It is said that this custom was to save firewood—— In the UK, the sun goes down very early, and if the dinner time is later, extra lighting expenses are needed in the kitchen.On the contrary, the real upper-class and rich families don't care about this expense. Breakfast is usually around eleven o'clock, and dinner is two or three hours later than that of ordinary squires.

Jane refused to leave her sick sister, and even Lydia, who could not sit still, did not leave Elizabeth's room, and asked the maid to fetch from the drawing-room the book Elizabeth had just read, to read to her.

Lydia's reading voice was dry and not fluent, which greatly lost Shakespeare's beautiful and vivid language.

"To be or not to be, that is the question," Lydia read.

Yes, to be or not to be, Elizabeth thought in a daze, this is indeed a question worth considering: the warmth of Bennett’s house made up for the gap that belonged to Elizabeth’s heart, and nourished her long-dried longing. Lisa also gave birth to a deep sense of reluctance.