[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

The match was found fairly smoothly, but Lydia staggered when she came back.

She sneezes again.

A fire was lit in the glass jug so that simple lights appeared on this little raft.

Lydia was a little worried about whether the firelight would attract mosquitoes, but she thought about it, and she hadn't been bitten much in Africa.

For dinner, they simply ate some canned food, and a few people shared some grilled fish and shrimp.

Lydia chewed the tasteless food in her mouth, a little bored.

Looking around, the few people around were quite relaxed, as if they didn't have much work to do.

"Let's tell a story," she suggested simply.

"Tell a story?" Jack interposed. "Tell a story about what?"

"Maybe it's about Miss Witch herself," Edmund said. "How about starting with you?"

It seemed that since he confessed his identity, he seemed to have thrown away some burden and became unscrupulous.

It was strange that a man who had shown himself to be quite knowledgeable before could still look so lively.

Lydia shrugged, "I don't want to."

Let her say it and she will say it, why?

She proudly embraced Rose beside her, "Otherwise, how about starting with our legendary Mr. Edmund? I'm very curious about how you escaped."

Rose, who sat next to Lydia, rolled her eyes.

Darcy sat on the side picking Mars, "I'm also curious about it."

After a pause, he added, "It's okay not to say, I think everyone can keep their privacy, can't they?"

"...I think so," Carl continued.

He turned his back to the crowd, looking a bit lost.

It seems that since he found out that Jack and Rose have a good relationship, he has felt very uncomfortable.

Still seemed to think he shouldn't be on the raft.

It's been a whole day at sea, and apart from getting wet occasionally, there's nothing wrong with it.

In fact, it seemed better than being surrounded by crowds.

"Then Miss Bennet will decide who to start with," Rose smiled and rubbed Lydia's hair.

Lydia is taller than her, but her heart is more childish.

"Then who does it start with?" Lydia was a little distressed.

She rolled her eyes, "Mr. Sailor!" Lydia shouted deliberately, "Hand over your story!"

Darcy glanced at Lydia quickly, then lowered his head again, pretending to be nonchalant.

Lydia noticed, and looking at him, he looked calm again as if nothing had happened.

Just clenched his hands a little nervously.

Edmund over there had begun to tell the story.

"...I was a sailor, but I was framed by someone. I just sent a letter, but I was taken away on the wedding day and sent to prison, which is an unnamed island nearby," he said lightly, "just So there's nothing to say."

"I don't think so," Jack asked a little inquiringly. "What about your paintings? What about your appreciation?"

He has long since realized that "Sinbad" lied to him when he said that there were painters in his ancestors.

"I met a priest in prison and gave me all his knowledge," Edmund said. "He even told me that there is a treasure in a certain place, but according to our situation, I may not be able to reach it." The day I met Plum Tess."

He looked very frank, and when he mentioned his fiancée, there were bursts of tenderness in his eyes.

"That must be a very pretty lady," Rose added.

I don't know when she moved to Jack's side, and Jack held her hand with a little joy.

"Yes, she is very pretty," said Edmund, "and one of the few people in the world I worry about is her and my father."

He looked at the rolling waves of the sea, "I think, if I go back and confess everything to the world, I will live in my home again."

It was a strange warm current running through Lydia's mind, entering from the left ear and exiting from the right.

She frowned and looked at Edmund.

Is this love?

When you mention that person, you will feel nostalgic and want to be with her forever?

"Then if you plan to go back and avenge your enemies, what are you going to do?"

Carl asked a little curiously.

He glanced at Jack and Rose, who were snuggled up beside him, indiscriminately.

Edmund laughed at his behavior, which was tantamount to losing his temper.

"It's probably to ruin their reputation," he pondered for a while, then said, "An eye for an eye, blood for blood."

When he said this, his lips were tightly pursed, and the veins on his arms were bulging, looking quite terrifying.

"Let me give you an idea," Lydia interjected. "Didn't you say that there is a lot of wealth? First hire some good ones, and then clean up the rubbish."

She encouraged, "It's better to strip these people and throw them at the gate of the city hall than to play tricks and tricks!" Carl gave her a rather unexpected look.

"Miss Lydia," Darcy said helplessly, "are you sure you want to be so straightforward?"

"What's the matter," Lydia complained, "the rumors of cheating in Hertfordshire are much more popular than this one!"

She complained, "If you can't accept it, go away."

This time, Darcy seriously thought about the possibility of success of this plan.

"I don't think it's realistic," he replied, "There is no way to cure evil with evil, and if it is not good, it will be beaten."

"Then let's make some scandals, or something," Lydia said with a rather knowledgeable look, "I guessed it all, I guess those garbage won't do anything good, and throw them into the sea at that time , the right to feed the fish!"

It was the essence of the script that she carefully extracted from the script when she and Mary discussed the story.

"Thank you, Miss Witch," Edmund said with a smile, "but the world of adults is not so simple."

Alluding to her as a child is too naive.

Lydia turned around angrily, walked to Darcy's side, and sat down next to him slowly.

Waiting for Edmund to finish telling his own story, at this time the water surface in the sky gradually turned red.

The night passed like that.

Lydia dangled her feet beside Darcy.

"What do you say love is, Mr. Darcy?" asked Lydia.

She looked at the sun that was lifted up into the sky, "It's like Dantès, who is deeply attached to his fiancée. Now that she is mentioned, even revenge can't occupy his heart?"

"I don't know," Darcy looked back at her.

He looked light and ethereal, and for some reason, Lydia felt in a trance.

She subconsciously grabbed Darcy's hem, which made him laugh lightly and quickly.

"I don't know," repeated Darcy, "and I have no experience."

He looked at the sea, "Perhaps looking at his lover will give him a sense of satisfaction."

"I can't accept other choices, or even make concessions..." Darcy said calmly, "The spouse I wanted at the beginning is different from yours, probably..."

He said jokingly, "As you usually say, the Mariana Trench is missing?"

Lydia was startled.

"Actually," Lydia replied seriously, "you don't have to force yourself to accept mine."

She looked at Darcy, "You can find someone who is more suitable for you. I don't think it will happen if you lose a love."

Lydia is very clear about her thoughts, and she doesn't care too much about this still somewhat ambiguous relationship.

"You see, I am not a qualified lady, and my family is not ordinary," Lydia repeated, "I don't want you to lose yourself because of me, and I am even afraid to take the burden other people's feelings."

"You are indeed worthy of what you are suitable for, and you agree," Lydia said with a little regret, "I know what I look like, and I won't dislike my family. In the future, I might use the money I earn to buy ten Eight handsome..."

Before he finished speaking, Darcy glanced at him.

Only then did she realize that what she said was too hurtful.

"It would be great if that's the case..." Darcy smiled wryly.

He said helplessly, "If feelings can be controlled by myself, I think the troubles in the world will be reduced by half."

"I remember you told Mr. Bingley before that he had better be cautious?"

"Now I don't dare to say that at all."

"I didn't threaten you, did I? Why is your tone so weird?"

"...more terrifying than a threat."

The two just exchanged a few words back and forth, then fell into the vortex of silence again.

After a while, Lydia spoke.

"I still don't know what love is," she said, hugging her knees. "I can't even promise you the same love."

"It's not something to worry about, you can take your time," Darcy slowed down, "We're ten years behind. You're still young."

He probably never thought that he would fall in love with a girl so much younger than him.

"What if I grow up and fall in love with someone else," Lydia assumed, "what will you do?"

Isn't it too cruel for the well-kept meat to be snatched away by others?

She thought that Darcy would be very angry, but when she saw his eyes, there was not only tenderness, but also some starlight that had not faded.

"No," he said, "you won't be in love with anyone else."

The words were quite certain, as if it was impossible for her to fall in love with others at all.

Lydia couldn't help asking, "What if I fall in love?"

"There is no such possibility," he said firmly.

But Lydia couldn't figure out the reason.

Looking at Lydia, who really couldn't get entangled, let go and started to play and play, Darcy raised the corner of her mouth quietly.

Look, I finally got my chance.

In his heart, the once proud and self-satisfied little boy who was suppressed after his parents passed away seemed to look out through the window.

The next day, Lydia saw that everyone hadn't woken up yet, so she opened a can and planned to cook soup to warm everyone up.

But he saw an unidentified figure approaching Darcy quietly.

Who is that?

She turned her head and looked, but it wasn't any of the six people.

Lydia opened her mouth to say something, but a black shadow flashed before her eyes.

She tried hard to hold something, but she was powerless but hit her in bursts.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on her back on an unknown beach.

Like a dying fish, she flopped twice.

"Why don't you get up?" a voice asked.

The long-sleeping brain started to function again, and Lydia dully recalled that it was Jack's voice.

She slowly raised her hands, "What happened after I passed out?"

"Nothing," Jack said in a strange tone, "probably, I don't know either."