[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

This is a young man who is not too old, about 30 to [-] years old, still young.

He does look in line with the public's aesthetics, with short forehead-length hair scattered around his face, straight nose bridge and closed eyes.

His hands are not thin, but they are too white, which is not sick, but a kind of paleness that never sees the light of day——the whiteness seems to be imprisoned in the sea by someone for a long time.

"Do you think there is a castle under the sea?" Lydia said, "otherwise, why is this person so white?"

She took a sour look at the lying man, "If it wasn't so white by nature, I really want to ask him for the secret whitening recipe in exchange for—well, let him repay my life-saving grace."

After boarding the boat, Lydia went out for a walk around after dinner to digest food, and saw a man who seemed to have fallen into the sea, only his head was floating in the sea, and it seemed that he was about to sink.

The maid screamed, and called the captain according to Lydia's instructions, and Lydia wandered around, picked up the hemp rope in the corner, and threw it down.

Then, after the man had firmly grasped the rope, she pulled him out of the sea onto the boat with a sudden force.

The process went smoothly and the result...

Question: Why was he awake when he grabbed the rope just now, but now he passed out on the boat again?

Lydia looked at the swollen lump on the back of the man's head, and scratched her hand guiltily.

It is inevitable for her to be unskilled in saving someone for the first time.

"I don't think he is an ordinary person," Darcy lowered his voice, "Look at his hands."

Those were a pair of rough hands that did not belong to wealthy children, and there seemed to be a scar running through the palms,

It's true that the man lying on the ground doesn't look like a good person, but it can't hide his handsomeness.

Lydia sighed, and said to Darcy next to her, "Let's wait here first, the captain should be here soon."

She looked at the people lying on the deck who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and sighed very softly.

"What's the matter?" Darcy asked her, turning his head to the side.

"I suddenly felt a little panic about taking risks," Lydia said in a low voice, "I don't know if I will one day be like him, lying in a strange place, or no one will rescue me at all. "

"No," Darcy paused, and then repeated with certainty, "No."

He groped with his hands below, and quickly found the hand that belonged to Lydia, and then gently held her.

Lydia moved without much struggle.

The unconscious man on the deck coughed, and seemed to be waking up.

And the captain who followed the maid was also late, seeing the man wake up, hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

After finding that he was conscious and could speak a strange English fluently, the captain twirled his fingers, thinking about how to deal with this man.

According to his idea, just find a utility room.

But the vacant place on this ship, apart from cargo, is the more expensive first-class side bedroom.

Even the lower-class cabins were all given away by lottery. He looked at this young man a little embarrassed. He looked a little weak, and there was a circle of rich and expensive people watching the excitement.

If it is not handled well, his reputation may be affected.

A well-dressed gentleman next to the captain seemed to see his embarrassment, and said a little arrogantly, "I still have a side room vacant, if you want..."

At the same time, another person who didn't seem to be well dressed, even very casual, stepped forward and said kindly, "I don't think I mind playing on the floor. If you are willing to come here to recuperate your injuries, then..."

The two spoke together, looked at each other again, and frowned again.

Lydia looked left and right curiously.They are a bit too tacit, right?

They looked at each other with disgust, the gentleman in luxurious clothes took a step back, while the gentleman from a poor family stepped forward a few steps, trying to help the stranger lying on the ground.

He didn't seem to dislike the seawater on his body at all, he helped him and patted him, and then tried to help the poor unlucky guy up.

In the weak and clear words of this man just now, everyone present heard the origin of this gentleman: an unlucky sailor, the ship suffered the impact of waves, unfortunately capsized, and he was the only one who escaped. sky.

In such a touching picture of saving lives, Lydia quietly pokes Darcy and motions him to come over.

Darcy didn't understand, so he turned his head to look at Lydia with mysterious eyes, but still lowered his head slightly according to her request.

"There are so many disasters," Lydia whispered in his ear, "Unfortunately, I don't believe a word of it."

Her voice sprayed in Darcy's ears, itching, making his ears turn red instantly.

But Darcy could clearly see that on his right side, the sailor named "Sinbad" squinted his eyes and looked at them.

Darcy moved forward a little calmly, covering Lydia's figure.And the pale, handsome, and miserable young man asked the people around him in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, were you the one who saved me just now?"

He held the hand of the painter next to him calmly, showing a moved expression, "Thank you very much for saving your life, and I will repay you."

Jack blushed at his actions.

This innocent young man scratched his head, "No...it wasn't me, did you deny the wrong person? I remember that the shorter of the two men, one tall and one short, rescued you. Look, they are over there. "

Following the direction Jack pointed, the crowd gradually dispersed, revealing Lydia with an embarrassing expression on her face.

She quickly let go of Darcy's hand, joking, no matter how good friends are, they don't hold hands like this.

It looks weird!

"Is that you...?" Sinbad looked up at Lydia.

His eyes were black and glowing, deep and thick, as if piercing into Lydia's reality through her appearance.

All in all, Lydia's intuition was a little hairy.

She stabilized her mind and strode forward.

"Is there anything you want me to do?" She crossed her arms and said disdainfully, "I'll do it as you please, but people like you..."

Lydia glanced arrogantly, and said rather rudely, "I'm afraid I won't pay me back. Mr. Darcy, let's go."

Jack on one side showed a little anger of being underestimated, while the young man named "Sinbad" was looking at Lydia's pace, thinking.

Rather than seeming to leave arrogantly, it is better to say that he fled in despair.

This little girl is kind of interesting.

Not far away, Lydia slowed down and stroked her chest in fear.

"He's so scary," Lydia complained to Darcy on the side, "I feel like I'm going to be exposed by him if I stay for a while."

"I don't think he can be the 'ordinary' seaman Sinbad," Darcy said in a deep voice, "at least not only that. He has a strange smell, I seem to have seen it somewhere. "

Lydia looked at Darcy curiously.Where have you seen it?

But she is not a character who is obsessed with this. Since she arrogantly satirized him and got rid of the burden, Lydia covered her stomach and cried out that she was hungry.

They went to the restaurant and sat at the table. Darcy didn't order food, but Lydia ordered a bunch of desserts.

"Didn't you just finish supper?" Darcy said helplessly. "Is this what you usually do at home?"

"That's because I just saved someone!" Lydia said convincingly, "Saving someone also requires physical exertion. Is there anything wrong with being hungry?"

She was eating cookies on the left side, and drinking the red wine she secretly changed on the right side.

A piece of biscuit in the left hand, a sip of wine in the right hand, happy, so happy!

Darcy frowned and was about to remove the drink from her glass when Lydia's attention was drawn away.

The waiter on the left came over with a plate of small cakes.

It is decorated with various chocolates and exudes a charming aroma.

Lydia's eyes lit up, she stood up and went to meet her there.

A lady passed by lightly, and seemed to have stepped on an extra cushion, slipped on her foot, and fell over while rubbing against Lydia's table.

Lydia subconsciously picked up and hugged the person who almost fell down.

She lowered her head and just met the eyes of the person in her arms.

It was a young and beautiful girl with a face like a full moon and eyes as blue as the sky.

The girl's ivory white skin was pressed against Lydia's palm, and for some reason, it became slightly hot.

A long and stretched violin sounded around him, and it seemed that in the next second, pink bubbles would pop out of this scene.

Lydia coughed in a low voice, and she regained her senses for a moment, "System, turn off the music."

Hearing the threat contained in Lydia's words, the system angrily turned off the background music.

After the music disappeared, Lydia realized that something was wrong and quickly let go of the beauty in her arms, helping her to stand up straight.

The beauty gave her a shy and annoyed look, which made her heart soften.

Wine played an inappropriate role at this inappropriate time.

This young lady is as beautiful as Jane, Lydia thought a little intoxicated.

She completely forgot that she was wearing men's clothes, and she tried to open her mouth in a fluttering manner, inviting this beauty.

It was Darcy who had quick eyesight and quick hands, and pulled Lydia, who was not quite right, back to her seat.

"I'm Fitzwilliam Darcy," he said to the strange woman quite calmly, "this is Dia Bennet, this lady, the weather is fine tonight, isn't it?"

Before the woman could reply, Lydia took the first step and picked up the conversation.

"The weather is fine," Lydia said intoxicated, "Miss, would you like a biscuit?"

With slightly trembling hands, she held up a piece of butter biscuit with delicate patterns painted on it.

Rose burst out laughing, pulled away the chair next to the two of them, and simply sat down.

"Rose DeWitt Bukett," she said dryly, "just call me Rose."

Reluctantly, Lydia took the only butter cookie on the plate, and pushed the cocoa cookie towards the newly-acquainted young lady.

"Please eat," Lydia choked up and said, her voice was a bit painful.

Rose laughed and picked up a biscuit, and she saw Lydia's eyes follow her hand around.

On the other side, Jack and Sinbad, who had changed their clothes, were talking and laughing as they opened the door and walked here.

They pushed open the door on the other side, thinking that there was no one else at this point, but they saw the arrogant and arrogant boy holding a biscuit in the evening, and chatting up a lady foolishly.

The author has something to say: Well, I tuned the Titanic forward for 100 years, so this book is very empty

Sinbad is one of the official pseudonyms of the Count of Monte Cristo

The next story is: Domineering Bingshan fell in love with me, and I led people to escape. Two or three things on the way

Lydia: I'm an emotional escape machine