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

The author has something to say: the emotional description is a bit useless!

But...it's because of waste that I write...

If you think it's weird... please don't blame me!

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"Darcy, why did you become like this?" Bingley asked in disbelief when he saw Darcy who was getting wet after coming back from the outside.

"It's nothing, I accidentally fell into the river." Darcy's tone was calm, and there was no sign of wanting to be angry.

"By the way, housekeeper, do you know that there are some young ladies who are not present today?" Mr. Darcy's tone was still so arrogant, but... the eagerness in his eyes made Mr. housekeeper fantasize.

Ladies who weren't there?

"Mr. Darcy, there are about 8 young ladies who are not here today. Who are they? Please, Mr. Darcy, wait for a day?" Mr. Butler looked at Master Darcy uncertainly.

"Yes." Darcy nodded.

"Hey Darcy, you haven't found your lady yet?" Bingley smiled and approached Darcy.

"No, but I expect to find it soon," said Mr. Darcy with confidence.

"Then how are you going to find her?" Bingley asked curiously.

"Find her..." How to find her...Darcy didn't think about it, but...just thinking of that lady...I feel my heart beating wildly, this strange feeling...Mr. Darcy has never felt it.

So...he wants to find the lady...want...want...

I want to know her... If I can... I hope I can repay her, and then...

Mr. Darcy shook his head, feeling as though he were becoming less of himself just thinking of this lady.

This feeling of being out of control makes people feel novel, and it also makes him feel... annoying(?)

"I think you must like her, after all, she looks good!" Bingley couldn't help but think of the pale but determined lady who was holding Darcy before.

"Maybe it's just a vase if she's so beautiful." Mr. Darcy felt a little regretful after saying that. That lady...how could it be a vase, but...he never changed his mind.

So... Mr. Bingley can only see the proud chin of his friend Darcy.

"I hope you won't regret saying that."

Mr. Darcy made no answer, but left with his chin lifted, to change, for he did not want to catch a cold tomorrow.

And the Bennetts—

Jane and Dabai slept on the same bed.

"He is really a typical good young man." Jane looked at Dabai with joy on her face.

"Informative, amusing, lively; I have never seen such a pleasant manner in him! Such generosity, and perfect breeding!"

"..." The sentence is too long and I don't understand it. == Dabai looked at Jane silently.

"What about Elizabeth?" Jane looked at Dabai with a smile.

"Um...yes, very cute." Pet? !Dabai chose a modifier.

"Oh, Elizabeth, Mr. Bingley can't use the word cute." Jane shook her head amusedly, feeling that her sister hadn't really figured it out yet.

"..." Could it be a pet dog? !Dabai stared.

Likeable, with a perfect personality... what else is a dog but a pet!

Doesn't Jane want a dog?This is possible!

"It's a pity that you are not here. I am so happy that he came to ask me to dance again for the second time. I really didn't expect him to flatter me like this." Jane didn't know at all, and her sister didn't understand what she was saying at all.

"Yeah. It's good." Dabai nodded, it's a good idea to keep pets.

"It's him, it's not it, Elizabeth, why do you always say the wrong thing recently!" Jane covered her forehead and looked at her sister with a headache.

"I think what you said is wrong, a dog is a good pet!" Dabai nodded seriously.

"Elizabeth!!!" Jane was a little annoyed.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to sleep!" Then he turned around and turned his back to Dabai.

"...?"? ?Am I saying something wrong?Aren't we talking about pet dogs? !

Or... do you want to raise Meow? !

Meow Meow is actually very cute, you can have this one!

Am I raising cats?

Or keep a dog?

This is still really contradictory!

The next day, Mr. Housekeeper had already sorted out the materials and put them at the hand of Master Darcy.

"Bingley, I think you should visit your neighbors more." Mr. Darcy said suddenly.

"Why?" Bingley asked in confusion, and then suddenly realized.

"Okay, which one shall we go to first?"

Darcy agreed with Mr. Bingley's answer.

So Mr. Bingley took his friend Darcy to visit neighbors(?)

Two days later, Darcy and Bingley came to Bennett's estate with gifts.

Mrs. Bennet was very excited and called out all her daughters...

"Where's Elizabeth?!" Mrs. Bennet frowned.

"Mother Elizabeth and Charlotte went out to play." Jane answered, taking Mrs. Bennet's hand.

"Forget it, Jane, go and dress up quickly, so you can't lose your status." Mrs. Bennet looked at Jane.

"Okay, Mom." Jane nodded shyly with a smile.

"And... Lydia, don't always keep a straight face, Mr. Bingley and Darcy are guests!" Mrs. Bennet said to the expressionless Lydia.

"Okay." Lydia smiled.

"That's right, my beautiful Lydia, I believe that Mr. Darcy will not be able to escape your charm!" Mrs. Bennet looked at Lydia proudly, as if... the person she was talking about was her.

"Mother, I don't need Mr. Darcy's infatuation." Lydia expressed disdain for Mrs. Bennet's idea.

"Oh, Mr. Lydia Darcy just didn't dance with you, you know rich and respectable young men are always so..."

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want!" Mrs. Bennet thought about Mr. Darcy's attitude at the ball, and suddenly felt that it was better not to force Lydia.

Because... No matter how rich he is, he can't hide his arrogant attitude.

"Hi, Jane, you are so beautiful today." After greeting the Bennetts, Mr. Bingley saw Jane, his eyes lit up, and he ran over like a puppy who only saw bones.

"You're handsome too, Mr. Bingley." Jane was a little embarrassed.

"Jane, just call me Bingley, you don't need to add Mr." Bingley looked straight at Jane.

"Ahem..." A coughing sound came from his ears suddenly, and Bingley looked up to see his friend Darcy, looking at him with an unfriendly expression.

"Haha." Bingley smiled, and then asked, "I heard that you have four younger sisters, why only see three?"

"You mean Elizabeth?!" Jane tilted her head and looked at Bingley suspiciously.

"Elizabeth has gone out to play."

"What a pity." Mr. Bingley showed a helpless expression to Darcy.

Then, under Darcy's impatient expression, he bid farewell to Jane: "Oh, Jane, I'll come to see you next time."

Bingley and Darcy bid farewell to the crowd and left Bennett Manor, but... Mr. Darcy, who had just stepped out of the gate and was about to get into the carriage, suddenly stopped and took back the foot that was already on the carriage, and strode forward Walk.

"What's the matter Darcy?" Mr. Bingley, who had already got into the carriage, stretched out his head, and saw his good friend, Darcy, who never had a good face towards women, standing in front of a lady.

Isn't this lady the one who fell in love with Darcy before!

"Hello." Mr. Darcy raised his chin, his face was stiff and his tone was cold.

"...you... good." Dabai, who had just come back from the outside and was blocked by an inexplicable man, greeted with a somewhat uncertain tone.

Who is this? !

With such a dark expression, are you here to find fault!