[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter 18 Diary of a Cannon Fodder God ([-])!

Monday [-]th November

Prom, prom, prom again.

The dance is inevitable, there is a dance everywhere, but the dance is the dance, but I find myself not so repulsed to attend the dance as before, at least it is a change from the constant country life, as Charles said, to prevent us from being in the house Moldy and hairy.

Although I somewhat expected a pair of blue eyes, I was not stupid enough to tell others about this idea.

Tonight's dance is given by Sir Lucas.Before entering the door, Caroline half-truth reminded us: "Get ready to accept a bow from the jazz every 10 minutes."

Luisa corrected: "Maybe every five minutes."

Caroline added: "And his gracious help in trying to introduce us to the palace."

Only Charles, who never looked at other people's shortcomings, defended: "Sir Lucas is a kind gentleman."

"Don't argue, Charles. You'll find him gracious when someone offers you the place and the opportunity to court Miss Elizabeth Bennet." I'm not kidding, God behold.

It seems that only the words "Miss Elizabeth Bennet" in this advice entered Charles' ears, and he immediately muttered intoxicated, intoxicated, and intoxicated: "She is my angel, Miss Elizabeth... ..."

"Can you put it another way, Charlie?" The guy was literally in love, beyond redemption.

After entering the door, the hopeless Charles went straight to Miss Elizabeth.I'm the only one left with the senseless din and hustle and bustle.

As soon as I looked up, I found Miss Jane Bennet surrounded by people.

Completely subconsciously, I took a few steps in that direction, trying to hear their conversation.In the process, I made a new discovery: the young lady seemed to have a special charm, even more outstanding than Charlie's, to brighten the atmosphere around her.But beneath the eager conversation, there seemed to be a hint of unwillingness to know what to do.

My hunch was right, the "talkative" lady wasn't much interested in a social life, she was just fulfilling her duties to make others happy.

Miss Jian raised her head and met my gaze. She was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled brightly.

This smile is too frank, too presumptuous, too straightforward... It is definitely out of place in London, but it seems to be passable in the country.

She does laugh too much.

When this smiling lady finished playing and singing "Gold in the Stars", I realized that there was no need to write down the following diary.

No matter how exquisite the language and words are, they cannot express the shock and emotion this song brings to me.

But I'll go on, because while Sir Lucas was relentlessly tormenting me with ball talk, and I tried not to be tempted to gag him with a garter, the owner of those blue eyes stood still. in front of me.

Even if Sir Lucas repeated "admission to the palace" a hundred more times, I would not want to strangle him any more.

"Please don't stand in the corner and act like a fool, Mr. Darcy, may I have the honor to invite you to dance with me? Dancing is good for physical and mental health." The young woman said the invitation that should have been made by me, full of vitality, smile like a flower

I was so dazed, dazed and shocked that I even forgot to bow.

She dances beautifully, with a bright and friendly smile, but she never says a word, as if she enjoys the silence of dancing.

I hate the barbaric custom of dancing and chatting, but now I don't enjoy it as much as she does. Instead, I take the initiative to start a conversation and apologize to her.

Ms. Jian believed that I was not rude at all, and there was no need to apologize at all, and she even brought out a long speech on "etiquette" to prove it to me.

I was convinced by her.She was right that etiquette is nothing more than showing respect to others and to yourself.If alienation becomes obligatory to comply with, if there is a slight mistake, everyone will ridicule and criticize it, it is indeed against its original intention.

I found a theoretical basis for my arrogance and inhumanity.

Tuesday, November [-]

Charles and I dined today with officers from Meryton.When we returned to Netherfield Gardens, we were surprised to find that the second lady of the Bennet family was there-Charles was so happy that he almost forgot his last name-Caroline and Louisa invited her to dinner.

She came on horseback, and unfortunately got drenched in heavy rain on the way.Despite Miss Bennet's ruddy complexion and her health, one can imagine what happened next.

Charles felt restless, and insisted on keeping the second lady here overnight. His sisters unanimously agreed, and even proposed that Miss Elizabeth should stay in Netherfield until she recovered.

But in my opinion, if the weather hadn't been so bad and the sisters were so bored staying in the house, they wouldn't have worked so hard to keep this new friend. They liked Miss Elizabeth less than they liked Miss Jane half of.

Miss Jane...

Wednesday, November [-]

Miss Bennet still felt dizzy when she got up in the morning, and Charles, who was worried, made what he thought was a comprehensive arrangement: on the one hand, he sent someone to invite Dr. Jones, and on the other hand, he sent someone to Longbourne to deliver the letter. It's breakfast time.

Breakfast was over, half the morning passed, and it was nearly lunch time... Longbourne neither sent nor sent a letter back.It is impossible for the Bennet family to be indifferent to their daughter's illness, and there may be other problems on the road.I questioned the efficiency of the servants at Netherfield, and as Charles was preoccupied with Miss Bennet's dark eyes, which had been dimmed by illness, I decided to ride to Longbourne to see for myself.

Then I saw Miss Jane Bennet trudging through the mud and getting lost.

After this adventure, I should not be surprised if anything unbelievable happened to Miss Jane, however unorthodox she behaved, and however shocking she said.

I should have been annoyed, I should have been offended, I should have found her indiscretion indulgent.But when I saw her smile, I felt a strange impulse in my heart. This impulse came so strongly and abruptly. I never expected that I would get such happiness from the opposite sex. Smiling, sea blue bright eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

Never again would I laugh at Charles' fascination with Miss Bennet's bright black eyes.

Before I go to bed, I look back at everything today and feel that my performance is lacking. I could have...

As much as I tried to use the few minutes before I fell asleep to plan what to do tomorrow, I found that I was preoccupied with the young lady with the sweet, wanton smile who was taking care of my sister in another house at the moment.

She is completely different from the women I have seen before. Although she is neither tall nor versatile, it is completely different from my concept of mate selection, but her words and deeds are always pulling my heartbeat frequency.

Suddenly, I don't know what words to use to describe Miss Jane.Only after I met her did I realize how little vocabulary I had.

I decided to give up my plans for tomorrow.

Saturday, November [-]

Nothing could arouse Charles' interest and enthusiasm now, and all his thoughts were concentrated on the rejuvenated Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

To be honest, this young lady really didn't deserve this illness, so that I had too much time to get in touch with Jane.

I paid too much attention to Jane, too dangerously, almost obsessed with her.But I still remind myself: Falling in love with her is definitely a stupid decision.What I should marry is a woman of high birth, equal in fortune to myself, and on the kindest terms with Georgiana.And as soon as I thought of this lady's mother, I immediately realized the harsh reality: no matter how beautiful and beautiful her face is, it can't help a living treasure's mother to toss like this.

Time to look away, I thought.

Sunday, November [-]

We got up early to see off the two Miss Bennets.

"I'm a selfish guy. If the disease didn't make you miserable, I really hope that your cold can last for a while." Charles held the second lady's jade hand, affectionately and tenderly, "Thank you for this Sudden illness, I only got a week to be by your side."

"If it doesn't cause Jane a lot of trouble, I'd rather be sick for a while longer!" The second lady replied lively, "I don't know how to thank you, Mr. Bingley, since I can't repay you, I have to accept it with a well-deserved gone."

Miss Elizabeth Bennet was a nice girl, generous, sharp and intelligent, with a firmness that was just the perfect complement to Charlie, and never offended if she was a little lively.Had it not been for the outrageous mother of hers and the low status of her merchant relatives, I would have persuaded Charles to propose as soon as possible.

In front of everyone, Miss Jian was as gentle and dignified as ever.She walked towards me, curtseyed to me with a smile, and said politely and calmly, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy."

Once again I forgot to bow.

After seeing off the two ladies, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Life should go back to how it was before, right?

"Oh God...Miss Bennet left this house...she took my heart with her..."

My friend's grievances lingered in the empty Netherfield, and I suddenly found that life would never return to the way it was before.

Because our hearts have been taken away.

Monday, November [-]

Spending the day at the empty house became much more difficult, so today Charlie and I went south to inspect properties.He made up his mind to buy the property, settle down completely, and propose to Miss Bennet when the time came.

"This is irrational love." Out of consideration for Bennet's family situation and Georgiana, I persuaded him again.

"Oh, Fitzwilliam, I can almost imagine the 'reasonable' look on your face when you propose to some poor girl!" He protested to me for the first time, "I can't live without her, Fitzwilliam , I can't help seeing Miss Elizabeth's naughty and generous behavior, I can't help hearing her witty and lovely speech, I can't help but be immersed in those dark, bright and beautiful eyes! Stop using their unseemly relatives against me Even if they have a hundred uncles, each of whom is doing business in Gypsy, even if each of these hundred uncles behaves exactly like Mrs. Bennet... I too... I want to propose to Miss Elizabeth! Please, Fitzwilliam, bless me...? Fitzwilliam?"

Oops, I seem to be convinced by him.