[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Rhett really didn't expect that his wife's infatuation with Ashley, the kind of feeling that she always felt close to him, was actually because his affection for her was too deep and his attitude was too humble.

She excluded a large number of people who really liked her just by being fascinated, and she never forgot about Ashley, but it was just because Ashley ignored her?

"This is really..." He felt ridiculous and helpless.

Indeed, thinking about himself, isn't it because of asking for her that he can't get it, and it's been so many years since he wasted?

What he is obsessed with is Scarlett who is so confident, proud and never give up.

But this time, he wanted to change the behind-the-scenes driving force of this good show.Just in time, Bonnie wanted to go out, and it was time to let go of this relationship.

On the other hand, Lydia made her shocking remarks, but Scarlett was almost amused by her.

"Are you encouraging me to pursue your lover?" Scarlett said in a brisk tone, "Honey, you are really interesting."

You must know that, except for Ashley, all the men she met fell in love with her smile, and it was a matter of course.

but..

"Compared to him, you are more interesting," Scarlett said a few steps closer to her, slowly pushing Lydia into a corner.

Scarlett was close to Lydia's ear, and Lydia could almost feel the heat flowing from her ear.

She blushed suddenly.

Scarlett puts it sweetly and dangerously, "Relax, I won't do anything to you."

Lydia turned sideways quickly and got out from under her slender arms.

"I, I, I will go first," Lydia stammered, "You can do whatever you want, whatever you want."

Leaving Scarlett watching her slip away back, feeling amused.

"Those who are hiding, don't you come out?"

Lydia ran back to the temporary room, rubbed her hot face, and guessed that it was Scarlett who wanted to say something to her.

She heard the breathing sound of the cabinet behind, but anyway, what else can I do?

After humming twice, Lydia kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

"It doesn't matter who is behind it," she said to herself, "what I said is the truth anyway."

Now that he knows that his wife's friend loves him, he hangs others with a distance that is neither too far nor too close.

Don't say it can't be avoided, if like Mr. Darcy...

Why is it Darcy again? !

Annoyed, she covered her head with the quilt.

[Host, you are blushing. 】

……

Lydia rolled over wrapped in the quilt, ignoring the system.

[Host, host? 】

"Your host is offline," Lydia said in a muffled voice.

After packing up the next day, Lydia was ready to leave for her hometown.

She took a car to the pier, and it seemed that there were more people this time than last time.

"Maybe," Rhett slowly bit a cigar, "after all, there is no war, and it is always happy not to fight."

Darcy on the side nodded, he was very reticent today.

After several people boarded the boat, Lydia stood by the railing, thinking that there should be no more accidents.

Since the destination was France, Dantès, who planned to leave a few days later, waited under the boat to see them off.

He stood under the boat and waved his hat to Darcy and Lydia.

"Write to me when I get back!" Scarlett said with a smile on the side, she waved her wide-brimmed hat, "I will send you letters regularly!"

"I won't forget!" Lydia simply leaned on the railing, "Melanie, you have to take care too!"

Melanie smiled and nodded, indicating that she heard.

Although they only got along for a short time, they got along surprisingly well, and they also made an appointment to send letters to each other.

When the boat set sail, Lydia wiped off her sweat, "I hope nothing will happen this time."

She really didn't want to bother anymore.

Turning around, she found Darcy standing next to her.

Still very close.

"What's wrong?" Lydia asked a little puzzled, "Did something happen?"

She immediately looked around nervously, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that she was nervous and seemed to find something about to explode, Darcy shook his head.

"It's nothing," he said with his eyes slightly bent, "I'm just afraid you'll fall."

Only then did Lydia notice that he was actually standing very close to her, probably because she was afraid that it would be too late to catch her.

"Just kidding," Lydia snorted, "how could I fall?"

She shook the small pendant in her hand, "Look, the pendant Scarlett gave me! It was only given to me!"

Lydia flaunted the pocket watch hanging on her middle finger, and the cover on it was engraved with a bouquet of delicate daisies.

The light was a bit strong, Darcy squinted his eyes, bent slightly, and only saw the words on it when he got closer.

Beneath the entanglement of bronze flower branches, a tiny sentence in French is engraved.

He whispered, "C'estlavie."

Lydia didn't hear clearly, and leaned closer to him, "What did you say?"

But in a daze, he once again met Darcy's eyes that suddenly looked over.

He has a pair of very beautiful eyes, deep but translucent, which seem to be able to suck away people's souls.

Much like the sea.It seems to be able to hear the surge of the waves.

Lydia involuntarily slowed her breathing, only to hear him repeat it again.

This time she heard it clearly.

It is "this is life".

She shyly grabbed the pocket watch in her hand and hurriedly put it in the side pocket of her pocket.

Looking up, he saw Darcy still staring at her seriously.

"What are you looking at me for?" Lydia said a little annoyed, "Why haven't you left yet?"

As soon as the words came out, she was a little guilty of her slightly exaggerated tone, but she refused to show timidity, and simply raised her head and looked at Darcy who had not moved.

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Darcy said naturally.

He picked up the suitcase in his hand, "Let's go, put your things in the room first, and then we go to eat."

"Who wants to have dinner with you!" Lydia retorted out of breath.

After a while, she couldn't help it again, and approached Darcy quietly.

"What are we going to eat later?" She asked quietly like a thief.

Darcy was amused to see her like this.

He bent his lips, "Do you have anything special to eat?"

"No," Lydia replied bluntly, "If I knew, I wouldn't ask you."

The two put their luggage away, went to the restaurant to have another meal, spent a few days at sea without any disturbance, and finally set foot on the land of England again.

This is really not easy, after all, the two of them played several rounds at sea before.

She almost arrived at the place, so she found a dilapidated hotel and stayed there.

"Let's go back quickly?" Lydia said, "I'm really afraid that if Mary's engagement is missed because of sleeplessness, she will definitely blame me for the rest of her life!"

She scratched the broken hair that fell on her forehead, "The kind of resentment that will make me the villain in the novel! When you see Lydia, you won't be looking at me, maybe you will become" a certain vicious supporting character Lydia Because it is too annoying, tens of thousands of readers rushed to submit articles on tabloids like 'Tucao'..."

It seems that because of the separation, she almost chattered, but Mr. Darcy who was sitting next to her didn't say a word.

"You seem to be extraordinarily silent today?" Lydia finally remembered this thing dullly.

She looked up, but was caught off guard by Darcy.

It was a restrained hug, which seemed to have a cool taste.

Darcy's arms seemed as restrained as his own, withdrawing without feeling any weight.

It's like a superficial touch.

Lydia barely reacted, and when she came back to her senses, she felt that there was an unbelievable residual warmth that belonged to another man around her, and she suddenly realized that she was being hugged.

Although I danced with many people, but at such a close distance, it was almost like a family hug.

"I may not be able to accompany you very often when I go back," said Darcy. "I am sorry, but please allow me a little time, it will not be very long, and I will be at Longborn soon. Please wait for me. "

His pleading tone made Lydia think for a moment.

Why does it sound like she will have a new love next to Darcy the moment she leaves?

"You are welcome to the engagement," she said at last. "I will remind Mary to send you an invitation."

In fact, according to the local customs, younger sisters cannot marry before older sisters. This is really not in line with the rules. Most people will get engaged first, and then disclose the news that the younger sister is about to get married after the older sister is married.

But Mrs. Bennet is really suffering from the affairs of Jane and Elizabeth, and she can't wait to tie the third son-in-law to Mary's side as soon as possible. She is really afraid that the cooked duck will fly away and fall into someone else's pot.

That is indeed a son-in-law whom Mary may not be able to beat in the eyes of outsiders-who would have thought that she would meet her sweetheart just by submitting a manuscript, and that person happened to have special interests with her? Congenial?

Mary was not the prettiest of looks, not to mention the young gentleman was rich and the eldest son.

Mrs. Bennet, who had been frightened by Jane and Elizabeth since this good event, regained her pomp.

She energetically commanded various tedious reasons for the engagement, and Jane also made a plan to leave Hertfordshire and go to the battlefield after attending Mary's engagement.

"You really decided to..."

Before Lydia finished speaking, she was interrupted gently by Jane.

"You have asked this many times, my dear," said Jane, "and I have made up my mind, and I have considered it many times."

Looking at her sister's determined eyes, Lydia could only secretly wish Mr. Bingley good luck.

The engagement that day was very grand. In fact, many people came to the man's house. They didn't seem to mean to belittle Mary, and they even liked Mary quite a lot.

The speculation with Mary almost made her a little dazed.As the third child who is not very favored in the family, she has not received much attention.

All of a sudden, she felt overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of her elders.

But Lydia was quite surprised that she did not wait for Mr. Darcy.

Although this kind of emotion didn't show much on the face, the sisters still felt it a little bit.

"What's the matter today?" Mary took off her outer dress, "You look very unhappy."

Kitty untied the ribbon around her chin, and fanned her hat. "It's so hot. What else, didn't you see that Mr. Darcy she invited didn't come?"

Kitty teased, "Why, Lydia, did you have your heart set on him?"

"No," Lydia shook her head, "I just lost news of him."

She hasn't seen Darcy around the house in Africa for a long time. The newly raised hedgehog and rabbit have grown up, but Darcy has never been seen.

There was no reply even after sending it to Pemberley Manor, not to mention the system hemming and hawing, as if it was hiding something from her.

"If only Lizzie was here," Lydia complained. "I hate the feeling of people keeping things from me."

"Speaking of letters," Jane brought a beautifully packaged letter, "Is it yours, Lydia? It's signed by Rose Bukett, and it was delivered to Dad by the sheriff. There is also a letter from North America. Atlanta, it seems to be in French. Is this your pen pal?"

Lydia took it over unexpectedly and looked, "It's mine."

She was also surprised that she could receive the letter.Originally, I only hoped that the system would hand it over, but I didn't expect that the post office would be in line with reality.

One was a letter from Rose, and the three returned home successfully, but they were still concerned about the three people on the other ship.

Rose remembered that she had asked which county Lydia was from, so she tentatively sent an letter.

When she opened the other one, a dried rose fell out.

The interesting sentences below are clearly written by Scarlett, while others look like Melanie's words.

"Is it your new friend?" Kitty asked curiously, "It's a really good idea, I want to try this method next time."

She saw the drawings about the latest fashions sent by Scarlett sharply.

"I asked her to send it to you." Lydia picked up the stack of papers with a smile and handed it to Kitty. "Here."

The author has something to say: 1. C'estlavie=This is life, in French, Scarlett, the heroine of "Gone with the Wind", is of Irish-French mixed race, her mother is a French immigrant, with a good family education, and her pocket watch is private

2. As mentioned in Pride and Prejudice, the custom in the upper class is that the younger sister is not allowed to marry earlier than the older sister, and the older sister does not want to marry or wants to marry later, so the younger sister does not have normal social and entertainment. Elizabeth believes that this damages the younger sister's interests , and is not conducive to the harmony between sisters

Lydia: I'm a little bit enlightened

Darcy: It's time to lose contact

Lydia:? ? ?