[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Fortunately, Lydia did not realize any major problems.

"Is it related to your sister?" Lydia understood Darcy somewhat, "Well...let me think about it."

She thought about it seriously, and then pondered over her words before speaking.

"At least respect my family," she snapped her fingers. "Be taller than me, have some money, and then we can do all kinds of interesting things together. I also like to grow flowers. He doesn't have to be so busy. If he has a good temper people..."

Counting and counting the dots... there is one person who fits perfectly.

Good tempered, with some money, not too busy...

"Do you have a candidate?" Darcy asked tentatively.

"Yes," Lydia smiled when she saw Darcy's expression, "I think the only ones who are worthy of my remarks are probably saints."

After all, she has such a violent temper that says the wind is the rain, and she indulges herself so much, no one can bear it except the saint.

She sighed and fiddled with the fruit in her hand, "I don't think I will find this kind of person until I die. I like handsome, rich, and considerate people, but I..."

Lydia knew that she had no money, and now she had nothing but strength and a pile of knowledge still floating around in her head.

"But that's getting too far," Lydia smiled, and brought the topic back to the topic again, "I think that the requirements of the young lady for her husband are roughly the same. I suggest that you bring your sister to the banquet, and then let her choose. .”

She paused, and said pointedly, "After all, young people always have their own judgment."

Obviously this refers to Jane and Mr. Bingley's affairs, but when it comes to this, Lydia's forced old-fashioned look is a little cute.

But Darcy still felt that this marriage was not suitable, especially that although Bingley was persuaded by him at the time, he reverted to his old ways in the next few days and was dazzled by feelings...

"I think," he said with deliberation, "the young man's judgment is not entirely correct."

Especially after the incident happened to my sister, Darcy took care of her tightly like a kitten still in its nest.

"But let me tell you," Lydia lay down and looked at the starry sky, "the so-called mature adults can't be right."

She turned over, turned sideways and said to Darcy, "Everyone makes mistakes, do you understand this sentence?"

"I know," Darcy nodded, "no one is omniscient, except God."

"So no one can make mistakes," Lydia explained, "What the so-called adults should do is not to keep the child in captivity, and then forcibly stop her behavior that doesn't seem right. This is the least effort and the least expensive A responsible idea. What should be done is to constantly accompany and explain, respect her choice, and pull her out before she falls into hell."

She looked at Darcy's surprised eyes and smiled, "That's what I actually think. You may think I'm too idealistic, but I've always thought so."

"I... don't think you're idealistic," Darcy said in a deep voice. There was something indescribably flickering in his eyes when he looked at Lydia, "What you said makes a lot of sense."

The eaglets sheltered under the eagle's wings cannot grow, and the saplings protected by the towering trees should not wither because of lack of light.

He's still too...

"Let's not talk about it," Lydia smiled embarrassedly, and she lay down again, "Look, what a beautiful starry sky."

The stars in the sky twinkled, like brilliant diamonds inlaid on a dark velvet curtain, dazzling and moving.

There is no moon today, and there is silence in all directions, only the slight hot wind blowing shows that there is still a breath of life.

Darcy also lay down in the same way, but he didn't look at the stars praised by Lydia, but looked at Lydia's face reflected by the fire.

I don't know if Lydia was tired, but she fell asleep quickly.

The body undulates regularly, making even breathing sounds.

"...Miss Bennet?" Darcy shouted suicidally.

no respond.

"Miss Bennet?" he called again. "Lydia?"

The only thing that responded to him was the wilderness that was still as silent as ever.

Darcy immediately sat up, looking at Lydia's unguarded face.

I kind of feel that she is too simple, but also kind of secretly... secretly happy.

Lydia is probably just because she is special... It is only because she has gained her trust that she can fall asleep without any worries or worries.

This is wrong, Darcy told himself, you have to maintain the basic etiquette of a gentleman, you can't think like that.

But the thought in my mind couldn't be shaken off at all.

Facing the firelight, Darcy looked at the sleeping girl.

Her bulging face is like that of a hamster, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are full of growth marks that are about to be changed, her face is flushed, and her hands are flat on the ground, as if waiting for someone to hold them.

The one who fell asleep was spread out, and the quilt was not covered.

but…

Darcy looked at the stone house not far away, and then at Lydia in front of him.

He stretched out his fingers cautiously like a thief, and quietly covered Lydia's hand.

Darcy's face turned red uncontrollably, even though his rationality has been reprimanding him for being a bit too rascal, it's hard for Darcy to stop his behavior.

The rational Darcy is scolding this bastard who is wrong, unreasonable, and completely dominated by emotions, but it is difficult to change anything, and he can only be impotent and furious.

The hand that was put on was a bit dark, with rough skin, wheat-colored from living in Africa, and thick knuckles.And Lydia's hand is much whiter in comparison, delicate and slender, and the colors contrast greatly when put together, but they are unexpectedly harmonious.

He waited for a while to make sure Lydia hadn't woken up, and then slowly held her up.

He only moved a little, and Lydia's hand leaned up, grabbing his fingers unconsciously.

Fingers intertwined.

After a while, when the time passed, Darcy slowly regained his sanity, and for some reason he didn't pull out that hand again.

Instead, he reluctantly picked up Lydia with the other hand, put her on the stone bed/slump, and then gently covered her with the quilt.

Although Lydia looked like a very powerful and healthy girl, and kept proving that she was also very strong, Darcy felt surprisingly light when she hugged her.

He gently put Lydia down, and with a little imperceptible tenderness, he straightened her bangs, which were slightly disheveled because of the swaying between her walks.

He withdrew his hand. "Good night," he said.

Putting my hands back into my pockets, I felt something soft.

Darcy froze for a moment, and slowly took it out.

It was a pansy that I put in my pocket before.

Darcy was in a daze for a moment, then straightened the beautiful flower gently, and placed it beside Lydia's pillow.

"I don't believe in any witchcraft, but meeting you is a miracle in itself," he said softly. "May it be the first thing you see when you wake up."

the next day.

Lydia was fully dressed, borrowing a clean suit from the teenage Jackie and putting on a hat in an attempt to disguise herself as a boy.

Fortunately, she is the tallest girl in the Bennet family, and she hasn't developed much yet, so she can't tell that she is a girl even if she is tied with a cloth.

Not to mention that she didn't cinched her waist like the usual London girls, and because she was in the country, the rules were loose, and she didn't have any problems.

At most, I think this kid looks a bit masculine and feminine, and his looks are a bit too delicate.

The trip to Africa has also strengthened Lydia's body. Now she can carry two strong men with one hand without panting. If there is an accident, few people will dare to provoke her if she shows her hand like this.

Looking in the mirror, Lydia adjusted the neckline of her shirt, turned to look at her aunt, "Auntie, can I go out like this?"

Cousin Jackie's clothes are still a little too big for her, because her frame is small. Even if she is about the same size, the sleeves are still half loose, and the shoulders are drooping.

"I think it's a little loose," my aunt looked at it for a while, then turned around and went out to find another set of clothes and came back.

"Why don't you try this," she said with a smile, "although the style is a bit old, it should still fit you well."

It was a set of clothes that were a little yellowed, and it looked a little bit old, and the shirt was not a new trend, and it always felt a little bit old.

Seeing Lydia staring at the suit intently, the aunt picked it up, shook it off, and showed it to her.

She smiled and said, "How is it? It's not bad."

"This is..." Lydia was shocked.

It was a really nice suit, a light shirt with delicate roses embroidered on it, and dark trousers, very nice indeed.

Not to mention that the suit is made of satin, which is still an expensive item in Europe today.

But this looks like a male version of clothes, why does my aunt have this?

"This is my old dress," said Aunt Gardner, who seemed to see what she was thinking. "I thought about passing it on to my daughter, but as you know, she didn't have it, and she had two. kid."

Lydia once heard from her mother that Aunt Gardner was the second daughter of a big merchant family, not to mention wealthy since she was a child, and her dowry was quite sufficient.

But for some reason, he fell in love with Uncle Gardner, the youngest son from a family of lawyers and attorneys.

Well, although it's not too poor, it really doesn't look like the same level.

My aunt could afford to wear such expensive silks and satins in the past, and now she manages all kinds of trivial matters of the house with her uncle, and her life is considered happy.

My aunt gently touched the pattern on it, then handed it to Lydia, "Go and try it on."

She still really wanted to know how Lydia would change into it, after all, it had been more than ten years since she put on this suit.Lydia's first reaction was to refuse, "This should be a dress you like very much, auntie," she said, "I just went to the editorial department, it's nothing serious, so I don't need it...?"

Maybe this suit carries some deep memory or some special meaning, so it's not good for her to borrow it to wear...?

"Take it, go and try it on," Aunt Gardner stuffed the clothes into her arms, urging her to change quickly, "Anyway, I don't wear them anymore, it's an honor if someone likes them."

She pushed Lydia into the room, "Go, go, give it a try."

Lydia breathed a sigh of relief, went into the room, unbuttoned the shirt on her body, and put on the aunt's shirt with her head covered.

She found that it fit unexpectedly, everything was just right, probably her aunt got the suit at about the same age, and she was about the same height as her aunt at that time.

Lydia straightened her hair in front of the mirror, tied it up, and tied it in a bunch at the back of her head, then patted on the clothes on her body, and pulled the hem.

She felt quite satisfied that there was a handsome and tall little gentleman in the mirror.

After opening the door, my aunt looked at her with a dazed look, as if she saw herself through Lydia.

"It's pretty good," my aunt was stunned for a while before remembering to boast, "It's quite suitable."

It does fit well, and it's very similar to when she was younger.

It seemed that there was some kind of connection in the dark, she seemed to see the carefree self in a trance.

My aunt came back to her senses, helped Lydia sort out the details, and pinned a delicate brooch on her chest.

She stepped back two steps and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, that's all it takes." My aunt said.

When Lydia was sitting upright at the door, waiting for Uncle Gardner to come back, she saw her uncle walking past her like the wind, muttering something while speeding up his pace.

Why did my uncle run past like the wind?What is he thinking?Is something wrong?