[Pride and Prejudice] I don't understand at all

All expressions are blank!

No, Darcy, your idea is wrong!

You can't like her, did you make it!

She is so stupid and cute, she can't play the piano well, and she sings stupidly. Apart from being so good-looking and being so polite, she has no other advantages!

Darcy your wife should be versatile!

She should be able to decorate tables, decorate screens, and weave money bags.

It can't be considered versatile.A woman must be proficient in music, singing, painting, dancing, and modern languages ​​to be worthy of this title; besides, her appearance and gait, her tone of voice, her conversation and expression must all be quite interesting, Otherwise she is not eligible.

Is that right?

Darcy, you can't give up treatment!

Elizabeth is nothing good really!steamed!

In addition to having these conditions, he should also read more books, gain knowledge, and have some real talents.

You see how Elizabeth fits that point!

Nothing at all! ! !

Although she also likes to read books and so on...but other...

Oh, look up, Mr. Darcy, am I being too demanding of my wife?

In fact, like... y...

Forget it, Darcy, stop thinking about it, you and Elizabeth are completely impossible, what the hell!

Can you accept such relatives!

No!

So... let's take medicine!

Mr. Darcy was distracted, and...Miss Bingley said to Dabai's leaving back, "Some women often make up women in front of men in order to promote themselves. Elizabeth Bennet is such a woman. The trick may work on some men, but I think it's a base trick, a base artifice."

Mr. Darcy came back to his senses and realized that she intended to say these words to himself. Although he decided not to like Elizabeth, he still couldn't help but speak for her: "There is no doubt that girls want to seduce men. , Sometimes you use unscrupulous means and clever tricks, which is really despicable. As long as your approach is a little cunning, you should be despised."

Miss Bingley was not quite satisfied with his answer, and therefore did not pursue the conversation any further.

Elizabeth came to them again, just to tell them that her sister was well enough to go away.

"No, no, Elizabeth, Jane is so weak, she needs to rest more even if she recovers, please stay and rest for a few more days!" Mr. Bingley spoke resolutely rarely.

"..." No, your sister!I don't know what you're talking about other than nothing!

Is it good to speak human language? The accent is too strong!Are you fucking testing my English? ! !

Don't make me bad at English!

"I understand." Dabai laughed, and then walked away.

What do you understand!How come the answer is not right!Do you want to stay or not?Mr. Bingley was very ill at hearing of the brief departure.

After supper his sister mingled some songs to relieve some of the boredom, while Mr. Bingley, in a state of anxiety, had nothing to do but attend to his sister, the housekeeper, who devoted herself to the sick and sick.

Oh, why can't Jane stay two days longer!

God knows how much I wanted to spend more time with her!

Early next morning Mr. Bingley sent a maid to greet them, and bring a letter.

Dabai held the letter with no expression on his face, why did he give it to me again, don't you know that my level is not high?

And Mommy... why are your words wavy lines! ! ! ==... Is this still a word?

"What did mom say?" Jane asked Dabai with a tangled expression.

"..." Such an ugly word, how do I know what she is talking about?

"Jane, read it for yourself." Dabai said, handing the letter in his hand to Jane.

"No, just tell me." Jane shook her head.

"..."==...I also want to tell you, but the problem is that I can't understand! ! !

After pondering for a while, Dabai still... stuffed the letter to Jane: "You can read it yourself."

"Did something happen?" Elizabeth's expression was so serious that Jane couldn't help but suspect that something had happened. She quickly took the letter, opened it, and found...

"I thought something happened, Elizabeth, you scared me to death!" Seeing that the letter was only concerned about her condition and did not say anything else, Jane felt relieved.

Jane wrote back, asking the family to send a letter to Longbourne for her.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Bennet came with her three daughters.

Hearing the news, Bentley called Darcy and his sister over.

Bingley had just forced Jane to stay in bed because of her illness, and Dabai came out to pick up her mother.

Although Miss Bingley didn't like them, she still followed the proper etiquette, so she came to treat them to breakfast.

Mrs. Bennet didn't see Miss Bingley's unwelcome, and happily took her three daughters to the dining room.

On the way, Lydia's expression was not very good. She thought that Miss Bingley would not give them a good look, but she didn't think that her mother and sisters couldn't see it at all! ! !

Could they be any more stupid!

This is her sister!

Mr. Bingley came to meet them: "Jane will be very happy to see you!"

Mr. Darcy, who was called together to pick up the guests, looked at the four people who came uninvited with a blank expression.

Mrs. Bennet was delighted by Bingley's words, and replied: "I heard from the doctor that a sick person must not be asked to move her. We have to ask you to take care of me for a few more days."

"Move!" Bingley couldn't help showing a smile, and shouted: "Absolutely not. I believe my sister is also determined not to let her move."

Miss Bingley said coldly and politely: "Don't worry, old lady, Miss Bennet will stay with us, and we will take care of her with all my heart."

Mrs. Bennet thanked her, and then she added: "You have a very lovely house, Mr. Bingley, and a lovely view from the cobbled pavement. I never saw a place in this village Comparable to Netherfield. Although your lease is short, I advise you not to rush away."

Upon hearing the words, Mr. Bingley said quickly: "I do whatever I say, and if I make up my mind to leave Netherfield Gardens, I may move out within five minutes. But for now I'm living here deal."

"I guess it's not wrong at all," Lydia said, standing aside.

Bentley turned around in surprise: "Oh, Lydia, I just saw you, you're beginning to understand me, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes... I understand you perfectly." Lydia smiled gracefully at Mr. Bingley, that smile was more lady than lady.

"I hope your words are a compliment to me, but it's probably a pitiful thing to be seen through so easily." Lydia said with a smile.

"That depends on the situation. A deep and complicated person may not be more elusive than a person like you."

Mrs. Bennet hurriedly yelled: "Lydia, don't forget that you are a guest. You are used to acting wild at home. You can't come here to mess around with others."

"I didn't know you were a specialist in the study of human character," Bingley went on at once. "That must be an interesting subject."

"That's right; but the most interesting thing is to study complex personalities. At least such personalities are worth studying." Lydia smiled, then turned to Dabai and said, "Sister Elizabeth, do you think I'm right?"

"Yes." Right, right, right for your size!Dabai looked at Lydia blankly, why do I feel that Lydia is not happy? !

"Then what do you think is right, sister Elizabeth?" Lydia continued to laugh.

"..." Nothing is right, Lydia, haven't you taken your medicine today!

You are not cute at all today!

Seeing the embarrassed expression of his sweetheart, Mr. Darcy couldn't help but said: "Generally speaking, there are very few country people who can be used as this kind of research objects. Because in the country, people around you are very Not open, very monotonous."

Although he said he wanted to save Elizabeth from the siege, but...Mr. Darcy wanted to provoke hatred when he opened his mouth!

The Bennetts are all country folks, okay?

"But people themselves have changed a lot, and there are always new things in them that deserve your attention." Lydia retorted.

Mrs. Bennet couldn't help being quite angry when she heard Darcy mentioning the country in such a tone just now, and she hastened to shout: "That's right, let me tell you, the objects for research in the country are no more than those in the city. few."

Darcy looked at Mrs. Bennet and felt... I still can't accept this mother-in-law.

The author has something to say: