[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Kitty took the blueprint of the design and let out a grunt that seemed to be pleasantly surprised.

She quickly picked up the hat on the table, "I'm going out, dinner may not be at home, don't wait for me."

Lydia looked at the back of her running quickly to the carriage at the door with her skirt in hand, and guessed that she must be looking for Mr. Sharp.

In order to pursue Kitty, Mr. Sharp spent a lot of money and actually opened a men's clothing store next to the store they rented, and also made boots and hats.

To be honest, it was indeed a risky move for him.Even if Mr. Sharp did not lose money, he made a small profit, but it was certainly not as good as his London business.He was in London, but he was making a lot of money every day, and he held a lot of orders in front of him, begging him to pick up people.

But judging by his appearance, he is also very happy with it.

"It must have been discussed with Mr. Sharp," Mary continued.

She carefully took off the earrings, put them in the box, and loosened the braids that were too tight today.

Mary couldn't reach the position behind her at all, and Lydia couldn't bear to watch her clumsy movements.

Lydia stood up, and as lightly as possible, helped Mary untangle the ribbon.

"Thank you, Lydia," whispered Mary.

She looked at Lydia anxiously, "Are you okay?"

"What's wrong with me?" Lydia had no idea what Mary was asking, "I'm fine, your hair isn't that annoying, don't worry."

"I mean Mr. Darcy," said Mary.

She leaned her hand on the chair, and it was rare that she didn't bring a book with her, so her tone slowed down, "He suddenly disappeared, are you okay?"

Mary looked at her little sister, "I'm afraid you'll be alone."

She has always been sharp, probably except for Elizabeth, she is the only one who can look at problems more rationally.

"No, Mary," Lydia thought for a while, and replied, "I will be leaving for Scotland in a few months."

She tried to make her tone more relaxed, so as to save Mary from worrying, "I have the Queen's appointment letter, so I have to work. Don't worry about me. I will write to you."

"But didn't you say wait until?" asked Mary. "I remember you said so."

"I can't wait," Lydia said.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, she said softly, "I don't want to hide at home anymore. I want to take a step if I have the strength. You are all busy with things. I can't do my own thing. What a pity. Yes or no?"

Jane left, after the engagement was over, she got into the carriage sent by Miss Gore, took some homemade medicines, and rushed to the logistics transportation hub.

There she will join the men sent by Miss Gore.

The letter from Elizabeth also stated that she was fine at Cambridge University, except for the heavy schoolwork.

She even laughed and said that her classmates asked her in private if she had a younger sister who was ready to marry, and made fun of the rest of them.

Mary is about to accompany her fiancé to a cultural salon in London, while Kitty is busy with things in the store.

She has started to consolidate the account books these days, and it seems that the funds are sufficient, and there is still a lot of money left after slicing out the share. Kitty even quietly gave Lydia a little from her own share, and asked her to buy some of her own. Favorite clothing jewelry.

That was a lot of money, but Lydia thought about it for a long time, and finally bought a set of skirts from her own store.

There is nothing wrong with the fact that wool comes from sheep.

Although she is very happy at home, she also wants to go outside.

"...Not to mention anything else," Mary asked, "Are you ready? Jane is accompanied by Mr. Bingley, and you are going alone. Are you ready? Have you thought about the route planning and funding plan?"

"I applied for a grant from the Royal Geographical Society," Lydia said, drawing a letter from a nearby bookcase. "It was approved a few days ago. Here is the reply."

She handed the letter to Mary, and Mary read it seriously.

"That's not bad," she returned the letter to Lydia, "at least you have a goal this time, don't you?"

Lydia took the letter and was about to say something when she heard light breathing behind her.

Lydia turned her head quickly, and at that moment, the plate in Mrs. Bennet's hand slipped from her palm and fell to the ground.

The exquisite porcelain plate was broken into petals, just like her heart at this moment.

The rainy season came quickly, but this rainy season was not so easy for Lydia.

She sat on the stool, leaning against her mother's bed, silently praying for her illness to disappear soon.

Mrs. Bennet was ill, very ill.

She was losing weight at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye, so Lydia had no choice but to postpone her trip and concentrate on taking care of her mother.

A serious illness seemed to add to Mrs. Bennet's anxiety as well as her emaciation.

Mrs. Bennet always woke up suspiciously, and Lydia had to stay by the bed to comfort her frightened mother.

Simply, in the spring of the second year, Mrs. Bennet finally recovered.

Lying on the bed, Mrs. Bennet held Lydia's hand and looked at her beloved daughter.

She looked at Lydia's eyebrows and eyes, looked at her clothes, and thought of when she was young.

The daughter I love the most is the one who resembles my daughter the most.

Mrs. Bennet is a beauty, minus the original roundness, she can still see a bit of gentle and tranquil temperament.

The years have added many marks on her body, making these marks too obvious.

Mrs. Bennet had a hard time understanding why her children were leaving her one by one.

Or rather, she lied to herself.

Even if she and her husband are at odds, she also hopes that her children will be like them in the future, choose a satisfactory husband, and live a prosperous and happy life.

Although Mr. Bennet didn't say it, he also felt how precious marriage was to a woman.

But is trapping them in unhappiness really what parents want?

Before Lizzie left, Mr. Bennet had a big quarrel with her, and later persuaded her to give up her stubborn ideas.

"Even if you force her to marry someone, she won't be happy," he said. "Instead of doing this, let them do what they want. Even if they blame us, or be displaced for the rest of their lives, they It's time for adults to make their own decisions."

Mrs. Bennet only felt that her husband was unbelievably cruel, and she abandoned the other four children just for Elizabeth's happiness.

What's more, as a parent, how can you only think about the moment in front of you and not look further for your children?

She looked again at Lydia, who was showing hesitation in front of her, and looked extremely disturbed.

I thought of the letters Elizabeth sent home, the conversations she had with the professor, the compliments she got, the competitions she participated in.

Mrs. Bennet sighed in desolation and relief.

"Go," she said quite gently, uncharacteristically, "go wherever you want. Remember to come back, this will always be your home."

Seeing that Lydia couldn't believe her words, she pushed her again.

"Go," Mrs. Bennet resumed her usual tone, "Let's go! If I repent later, you have to marry me right away! That Mr. Richard was nice a few days ago..."

"Mother!" Lydia cried, taking Mrs. Bennet's wet palm.

She pressed her face close to the palm that was no longer soft, and buried her hesitation and hesitation in it.

"Do you really want me to go out?" Lydia said sullenly, "I'm a little scared."

"But you want to go out, don't you?" breathed Mrs. Bennet. "Just do it if you want to, it's all right, dear."

She jokingly said, "It's really not possible, ask your three brothers-in-law to help you catch a man and come back to be your husband. I heard from Kitty that your clothing store is doing well? Then I can rest assured. At least it won't be reduced. Dao lives on the streets and can still afford to rent a house."

Lydia rubbed against her mother's palm, "I'm fine, Mom. We'll all be fine, don't worry."

She silently said in her heart that even if she doesn't get married, she can live a good life.

"I know, I know," Mrs. Bennet gently rubbed the long chestnut hair of her daughter in her arms, "you are no longer children in your mother's arms, and you have indeed grown up."

She used to only worry that if she couldn't get married, her daughter would end up on the street, but now that the business in the store is doing well and she has saved a fortune, at least it will be enough to rent a hotel in the future, if not, she can just be an old girl.

On the day Lydia left, Mrs. Bennet did not come to see her off.

She locked herself in the master bedroom, but Mr. Bennet, who hadn't shown up for a long time, stood at the door, leaning against the shoe cabinet, silently watching Lydia's orderly confirmation and checking whether there was anything she had forgotten.

"Are you sure?" Mr. Bennet, who never liked Lydia very much, paused for a moment, exhaled, and asked a little seriously.

"I suppose so," replied Lydia.

She was still wearing imitation men's clothes today, took out the watch from her pocket and checked the time on the wall clock, took the suitcase on the side, and planned to leave.

Before he took two steps, he was stopped by Mr. Bennet.

Lydia looked back suspiciously, but saw Mr. Bennet picking up his black hat.

He put his hat on Lydia's head in a daze, helped her adjust the size a little bit, and straightened her messy hair.

The father and daughter hadn't been this close for a long time, and Lydia felt a little unaccustomed to the sudden closeness.

But she did not refuse Mr. Bennet's offer.

After everything was adjusted, Mr. Bennet let go of his hand and looked at the little daughter in front of him again.

She had really grown up, looking stubborn and serious, just as he had seen Elizabeth in him.

She has become more confident and stronger, she looks much better than she was at first, and she seems to be the same as before.

Still self-willed and proud, but a little different from before.Mr. Bennet did not say much.

He just watched Lydia wave to him and step out into the pattering rain.

Someone held up an umbrella for her in advance, and when she saw her coming out, she hurried forward a few steps and covered her head with the umbrella.

Lydia's figure seemed to blur again.

"Remember to come back," said Mr. Bennet.

He knew Lydia was out of hearing.

Another voice sounded, he turned his head and saw his wife.

"She will," replied Mrs. Bennet, "she will be back."

Mrs. Bennet, dragging her skirt as usual, walked down the steps step by step.

It's just that this time she didn't go to the banquet in a carriage, but watched the carriage take her child away gradually.

The kids would always come home, and she always knew it.

The author has something to say: Lydia is leaving!She finally started wandering (crossed out) to chase her dreams!

This book is coming to an end orz to tell everyone, you don’t need to fatten me up, I’m serious!

Our school will be on holiday next week, and we should add more until the end of mua

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