[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

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This is a side story in a play, sand sculpture brain hole, timeline disorder, serious OOC!The plot has nothing to do with the text, just for Bo Jun to smile~

1.

Spring 1885, Vienna General Hospital, Austria.

In the outpatient room of Sigmund Freud, an associate neurologist, a strange guest came.

He was wearing a straight, tight black tuxedo with knee-length trousers and gorgeous boots.Not to mention that it is incompatible with the simple white hospital gown, even if it is placed on the streets of Vienna, it will attract crowds of onlookers.

Floyd looked at the patient in front of him who seemed to be from the [-]s, and checked the case again to confirm that it was correct.

"Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

"Yes."

"I'm the neurologist on duty today, Sigmund Freud." He glanced at the patient in front of him again, as if he wanted to confirm the patient's condition from his expression and communication.

After all, the neurology department is different from other departments. Compared with cold data, he relies more on his own observation and interpretation.

"I know you."

"Okay." He said, "Then let's start officially. I read in the case, sir, have you been having a strange dream repeatedly?"

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine." Darcy lied without changing his face and heartbeat.

"Okay, I see." Patients are often thin-skinned and like to ask about their symptoms in the name of others. Freud has encountered such situations several times, and he is very skillful in handling them.

He spent 10 minutes thinking about the narrative in the case, and then said: "Let me summarize, your friend often dreams that he and a lady are rejected, and then instantly enters the next dream, that is, the lady is with someone else. Married, right?"

"Yes."

"I need to ask a few questions next, please answer as quickly as possible."

"fast?"

"Yes. I need to get the subconscious answer, not the mask of ideal thinking." Freud said, "When was the last time your friend saw this lady?"

"A week ago."

"What impression do your friends have of this lady, please give me two words."

"Rational and witty."

"Has your friend been restless and cranky lately?"

"Yes, doctor."

"When you talk about church, what is the first thing you think of?" During the conversation, Freud had quietly replaced "your friend" with "you".Obviously, the gentleman in front of him was so focused on thinking about the problem that he didn't notice this subtle substitution.

"Loyalty," said Darcy.

Without pausing, Floyd quickly asked one final question: "Is she pretty?"

"pretty."

After finishing speaking, Darcy seemed to realize something, and the roots of his ears turned red for a moment: "Doctor, this question seems to have nothing to do with the diagnosis?"

Freud was noncommittal: "It's not about my own decision as a doctor, do you want to hear my thoughts?"

Darcy involuntarily pricked up his ears.

"Don't you need to invite your friends to join us?" Floyd looked at him with a half-smile.

"My friend—" Darcy paused, "he's still in London."

"Okay." Freud didn't expose it, "then I'll start. You know me, you should know that my core point is that 'dreams are the fulfillment of desires'. But it often disguises itself in four ways. , thus passing the scrutiny of consciousness[1].”

Darcy listened intently.

"The first is concentration. Apparently your friend's two impressions of this lady are completely combined in this dream. Her rationality makes her reject you—your friend's marriage proposal, and look at what she said when she refused. How witty and cute!"

"The second is the effect of transplantation. Think about the rainstorm that appeared in your friend's dream. Is it an expression of emotion? I think the reason for his restlessness and abnormal temper is because of this lady? You can help your friend think Think about it, what happened recently? Why hasn't he and her seen each other for a week? "

"Your friend's dream will not be shifted by this lady's will, so the anger she expressed in the dream should be his own speculation. As for why, I think your friend will be very clear."

"The third is symbolism. The image of the church appears twice in your friend's dream. You can think about it. Is this a yearning for a marriage attitude?"

"The last is the retouching effect, but this is not important. I think the above analysis is enough for judgment."

Floyd stopped here when he said this, deliberately keeping it a secret.

"Doctor?" Darcy motioned him to continue.

"Wipe your sweat, you look a little nervous."

"I don't mind."

"Then I will say it," Freud laughed, "Sir, you have a disease!" He quietly and automatically replaced "your friend" with "you".

Darcy was nervous: "What disease?"

Freud said mysteriously: "Lovesickness!"

Terminally ill in love, the kind that rots, stinks and rusts!

2.

Spring 2014, 221B Baker Street.

Without a case, Sherlock Holmes, a private detective who had been bored for a week, finally met a petitioning guest.

Sherlock glanced up at the guest for a second, then closed his eyes in despair.

Nineteenth-century clothing, boring aristocratic etiquette.The folds of the cuffs indicate that he has been troubled by something recently, and his nails are often trimmed, but now the edges are not neat at all.Eyes—a question about women.

Costume freak, sentimental, loser[2].

Conceited and smart.

High morals, not a criminal.

He ended the guest's boredom with six words.

"Say it, I'll give you 1 minute."

It was already an honor for the other party that such a case with less than one star could be entered into the hard disk of his brain for 1 minute.

"I am Fitzwilliam Darcy, sir."

"Well, I don't need to know your name."

"I have a friend who recently had a strange recurring dream—"

"Who?" Sherlock interrupted him impatiently, "I don't accept anonymous cases. I'm used to a case with a mystery at one end, and it's too troublesome if it's a mystery at both ends [2]. You still have 45 seconds."

Darcy: "I—"

Before he could fully speak, Sherlock interrupted him impatiently again: "Let me tell you, your speech is too slow, it's a waste of time. You've been dreaming about a woman a lot lately, right?"

Darcy was surprised: "Sir, how do you know?"

"The problem that a seven-year-old child can see, you are in love with her."

"Love?" Darcy's ears seemed to be on fire, "Sir?"

"The pulse rises and the pupils dilate[2]." Sherlock said, "Okay, the case has been solved. Watson, next time such a boring case, please don't wake me up."

Watson is still in Dublin, so naturally he has no way to respond.

"In the future, we will stipulate that you will be responsible for cases below eight stars. The hard disk space in my brain is not suitable for storing boring things."

There was no response from 221B Baker Street, and Sherlock Watson had no objection.After all, he said what should be said, and it is not his fault that the other party did not hear.

Darcy was about to leave when Sherlock stopped him suddenly.

"One more thing," he said. "Sentimentality is the biological defect of the loser, as my friend testified."

Darcy: "..."

The messy Elizabeth: "..."

Alan Adler somewhere in America: ? ? ?

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Note:

[1].Adapted from Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams.The analysis is all made up by me haha, it is purely for entertainment, not scientific.

[2].Adapted from "Sherlock" S02E01.In order to write this episode, I watched Shenxia again.I feel that I have to empathize with Sherlock Holmes, and I'm sorry Mr. Darcy who was abused by the detective... escaped~