[Pride and Prejudice] Dear Lydia

Seeing that the visitor didn't intend to say hello at all, Lydia had no choice but to speak first, "This is something I drew for fun, and it's not worth scrutinizing carefully. May I ask you?"

The man glanced at her indifferently and did not introduce himself, but said directly, "Your painting technique and the layout of the picture have problems, and you need to practice more. Maybe it would be better to ask a few famous teachers to give advice, but you He is very innovative and knows how to integrate passion into his works, which is very rare, and some people can’t paint this feeling even in their lifetime.”

"Thank you for your advice. I think you are here to visit relatives and friends, because I am familiar with people around here, but I have never seen you." Seeing the other party's age, Lydia didn't bother him I'm sorry, I just guessed it myself.

"I'm coming to Hertfordshire to visit my son, and I'll be leaving in a few days." The old man glared at Lidi with his eyebrows and eyes, which are more delicate than ordinary men, and despite his age, he is still very elegant. Ya, "ma'am, it's very rude for you to keep asking when others don't want to introduce themselves! I don't think it's necessary for me to know anyone here."

"Oh, I see, you only plan to live here for a few days, so you are too lazy to socialize with the surrounding residents." Lydia expressed her understanding, thinking that this is an old man with a bad temper, "Excuse me, I shouldn't Ask hard who you are."

An old man who loses his temper is like a child who loses his temper. It is difficult for people to really get angry with him. In addition, this is a rare old man who is much more beautiful than ordinary people. Lydia actually felt that he was staring at him. The look was very interesting, and I couldn't help but joke again, "Sir, it doesn't matter if you tell me who your relative is, I can understand your mood very well, so don't worry, I will keep it secret for you, I will never let the residents in this area know that someone is too lazy to get to know them." After speaking, he winked at him deliberately.

The old man was taken aback for a moment, probably because he didn't expect to be treated with such a relaxed and teasing attitude, but the other party was a young woman in her teens, with a pretty face full of vigor and a very pleasing expression, which prevented him from being treated with such a relaxed and teasing attitude. Feeling offended, he scrunched up his face and coughed, "You think too much, I'm not afraid of people knowing what I'm doing." As he spoke, he walked to Lydia's side, pointing to her half-drawn works and commenting unceremoniously.

After listening for a while, Lydia realized that the old gentleman was an expert. Although he was not very polite, he said the key points, "You also like painting? I guess you must be very skilled."

"Yes, painting used to be one of my biggest hobbies. For a while, I used to paint almost every day except eating and sleeping, but I haven't painted much in the past two years." The old man said with a look of melancholy .

"Why haven't you painted in the past two years? I always think that painting is a pastime suitable for any age." Lydia wondered.

"Ma'am, I don't think it's your business." The old gentleman put away the passing look of disappointment, straightened his face again, and turned to greet his valet, "Robert, we should go back."

"Okay, okay, it's none of my business, but you've only explained half of the way to draw the canopy, are you leaving now? Let's stay a little longer." Lydia hurriedly asked to stay.

"I'm tired, and the weather is starting to turn cold now that the sun has gone down. You wouldn't force an elderly person to stay in the wilderness to blow the cold wind, would you?"

Lydia looked up at the sun that was still warm on her body even though it was already a bit westward, she said helplessly, "Oh, of course I can't make such an unreasonable request."

The old man smiled complacently, and inadvertently showed Lydia the advantage of his good looks, "That's it, let's go, Robert!"

After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "The climate is not very warm now, and the temperature will immediately drop as soon as the sun goes down. If you continue to draw here, you can effectively detect whether your physique is strong enough to withstand the early spring. Cold wind."

Lydia made a face at his back, thinking that the old gentleman had a weird temper and was twisted, his last words should be to remind himself to go back early, how could he say that!

Speaking of his speaking style, I seem to have felt it in someone else a while ago, and who is it?

Lydia packed her things and went home in a happy mood, when she met Mary with an unhappy face, "Mary, what's wrong with you?"

"Dear sister, I'm fine, but I'm lamenting that sometimes life is terribly dull, and most people around me are vulgar and boring, and I can only find truth and passion in books." Mary is like a Express emotion like a philosopher.

Lydia guessed that she was disturbed by Mrs. Bennett when she was studying, so she was so depressed, and patted her to comfort her, "Don't be so pessimistic, life is always full of unknowns and surprises, go to sleep, Maybe tomorrow you will encounter interesting things like me."

Mary immediately looked at her when she heard the words, "Lydia, what interesting things did you encounter when you went out for a day?"

"Hey, I met a beautiful old man with a weird and twisted personality!"

Mary stumbled and staggered, "God! Didn't you always like young and beautiful officers the most? When did you start to be interested in old men too!" Then she quickly covered her mouth, coughed twice, and held Putting on a serious face, she began to preach, "Lydia, as your older sister, I would like to solemnly advise you that a married woman's name is still very important..."

Lydia laughed and interrupted her, "Mary, where are you going? That old gentleman is already in his 60s and [-]s, about the same age as Dad. I just praised him for being good-looking. It's him. He's just a handsome man that's rare among people of that age."

Mary's enthusiasm for preaching that had just been ignited was immediately extinguished, and she turned around and walked away in anger.

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Because the painting is not finished yet, in the next few days, as long as the weather is good, Lydia will go to the hillside far away from home to continue painting.

And not unexpectedly, I met that old gentleman with outstanding style and appearance. The two had a tacit understanding, and they didn't ask each other's names and identities, but only talked about paintings.

It can be seen that this person really loves painting. He has been painting since he was young, and he has also consulted many famous teachers. Therefore, he has many good techniques and experience, and he has a good eye. He is very teachable, and he sincerely asks for advice every time he comes and goes.

"Everyone's talent is limited. It is very good to be able to relax and paint without the purpose of becoming famous. You can be less disturbed by many unnecessary factors, but your problem is that you don't mind too much. When painting If you are too wild and unconstrained and don’t pay attention to grades at all, it will be difficult to improve.” After the old gentleman coached Lydia twice, he discovered her problem.

Lydia felt that what he said was indeed reasonable, and accepted it humbly, "Well, I also think that's the case when you say it this way. It's really not easy to make progress without pressure. I will pay attention to correcting it in the future."

The old man gave her a funny look, "You have a good attitude, and I'm not your painting teacher, you don't have to be so obedient in front of me." He took out a blank sheet of paper from Lydia's portfolio, "No, Let me draw it for you, if you have studied formally, you will know that the layout and structure of the distant scenery must be arranged in this way to be reasonable."

He sketched a rough outline. He used a pencil with the thickest core, but the lines he drew still had obvious traces of fluctuations, and the edges were extremely uneven.

Only then did Lydia understand, "You can't draw because of the symptoms of hand shaking in the past two years?"

The old man's face sank and he dropped his pen, "Robert, it's time for us to go back."

Every time Robert came here with him, he had to wait for a long time. He was very bored. When he heard the master said that he wanted to leave, he immediately agreed to follow.

"Ai——ai—" Lydia yelled twice from behind, but seeing him leaving without looking back, she sighed helplessly. This temper must be a little bit too big, and she turned her face when she said it.

However, this old gentleman seems to have a very wealthy family, and his social status should not be low. Even if some careers in the family reach his age, he should let his nephews do it. He just needs to enjoy life with peace of mind, but this is the biggest hobby in life. He actually had to give up because of the shaking of his hands. Anyone who encounters such a thing will be depressed. No wonder he is unhappy when he talks about it.

Lydia looked up at the sky, and felt that it was time for her to go back. She slowly began to pack the brushes and easels and the sketches, and slowly pondered in her heart: My set of things would be very suitable for him to cure his hand trembling, but unfortunately, it was so hard Find someone to make it, and if it is not used once, will it be sent out?Should I bring it tomorrow or wait a few days?

She has a good impression of this good-looking old gentleman with a bad temper, but not so bad that it makes people really angry, and like her, he likes painting very much. After thinking about it for a while, she made a decision: bring him tomorrow bring it on.