[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter3 Baozi, let go of that Darcy!

This is a typical British family.Although the faces of the family are different, they are all full of strong British characteristics.

Mr. Bennet has a typical English country gentleman's nose, and his coat is also English.In the English rocking chair next to him, sat Mrs. Bennet, who was also English.

Mrs. Bennet, squinting her fading eyes, was doing English flat stitch.A long English-style silence permeated the whole room, and the English-style clock struck the British seven, marking the beginning of an English-style dinner.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Bennet dressed up as a British hostess and made a British proposal: the family should visit Mrs. Netherfield like all polite Englishmen.

Jane made up a lot of "English" and "British", and felt that her brain nerves were all messed up.

Talking about it didn't make her feel any better, because Jane knew all too well that she was about to watch her younger sister show off her love for her official partner.

Although she had already seen it, and no longer had a grudge, Jane still couldn't help but shed tears in her heart.

She went back to the bedroom, dressed herself in front of the vanity mirror and the full-length mirror, carefully scrutinized her appearance by the way, examined her appearance more critically than Mr. Darcy, and finally told herself with peace of mind that Meryton Town A beauty is indeed not in vain.

A head of long golden hair is like a haystack under the clear autumn sky, and a pair of gentle sky blue eyes complement the golden hair.The soft and full lips are a pink-orange color that matches the skin tone, and there is no need for rouge lipstick to complete the icing on the cake.Her face is the shape of a typical British classical beauty, and her delicate and tall nose bridge makes her feel that she didn't have a long nose at all before time travel.Under the swan-like slender and white neck, there are marble-like round and smooth shoulders, as well as plump and heavy breasts... It's almost a DCUP, and half of it can't wait to get out of the skirt.The slender waist is matched with the plump and heavy chest and buttocks. She almost doubts that if she stands for a long time, she will suffer from severe back pain.

In any case, it is difficult to find fault with Jane's body and appearance, no matter from the perspective of the East or the West, ancient times or modern times.

No wonder Mr. Darcy, who is as picky as Mr. Darcy, has to admit that Jane is "the only beauty" at the banquet.

It seems that the time travel god still treats her very preferentially.

Netherfield was only three miles from Longbourne, and the Bennets drove there in a carriage.

Go pay your respects to this group of glittering supporting characters... and protagonists.

Jane's mood fell for a moment, because she saw Mr. Darcy who should have been fascinated by Elizabeth's beautiful black eyes.

As for why she could recognize Mr. Darcy at a glance...

That guy standing in the corner as a wallflower, as if everyone present owed him a hundred thousand pounds without any written receipt, with severe facial muscle paralysis and high degree of facial nerve necrosis, could it be Mr. Rochester besides Mr. Darcy?

In particular, there was a hint of dissatisfaction and pickiness in the dark brown eyes!

What a waste of that handsome face...

The villain in Jane's heart jumped up and down with regret.

Although the facial paralysis, iceberg, and tyrant in the novel are full of cuteness, and have captured the hearts of countless girls and aunts, Jane always feels that if she is with someone who has a cold face all day long, it seems that there is nothing but "you owe me money". People who speak other words have lived together for decades... Time-traveling gods, I'd rather just commit suicide and bet on the chances of transmigrating back!

Therefore, finding a gentle and considerate man is the right thing to do!

Therefore, after Jane looked at Mr. Darcy, who had fascinated countless audiences and readers, with the eyes of looking at a huge moving pound, she looked away in a lack of interest.

Unlike the middle-class Bennet House, which is mainly furnished for practical purposes, Netherfield Garden embodies the owner's wealth, education and knowledge everywhere.There are so many servants who come and go that they cannot be recognized, the spotless white tablecloths in the dining room that are changed every day, the beautiful silverware gleaming with silver, the sofa with rich patterns, the thick and heavy wooden doors with exquisite carvings, and the four walls. A lovely billiard room with wood parquet, dim and soft light, large oil paintings on the walls, patchwork shiny brass candlesticks, huge curtains that have no sunshade effect at all and are just for decoration, and even the small carpet on the floor looks like an Indian or Imported from Persia...

At the beginning of the nineteenth century, when a tutor's annual income was only [-] pounds (refer to the hard-working Jane Eyre), Jane faced a complex melancholy in the face of the vicious capitalism society.

Melancholy, Jane still walks lightly and gracefully, a little faster than most ladies and wives, in this house whose purpose is to reflect the owner's wealth, upbringing and knowledge.

At this time she heard Elizabeth's cheerful voice: "This is Mr. Bingley, the master of Netherfield Gardens. This is the first beauty of my sister Jane, Longbourne and even Meryton." The sister and the man who won her favor are not spared either.

"Miss Bennet! It's such a pity that you didn't come to the ball last time. You two sisters will make the whole of Meryton eclipsed!" Mr. Bingley greeted Jane attentively, and said enthusiastically and blissfully, "No , your beauty will add beauty to Meryton, and even Hertfordshire!"

What a handsome young man.

Jane lifted her chin slightly to keep her saliva from dripping down.

Mr. Charles Bingley had thick flaxen curly hair, and a pair of impressive green eyes, light green eyes without any color, gentle, passionate, and full of affection.He has slender features and delicate features. He is Jane's favorite type of beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth.She almost couldn't help but rushed over to touch her fur.

As the best-educated son of a rich family, Mr. Bingley is a model of a gentleman both externally and internally, and he is very popular wherever he goes, unlike his Mr. Bamboo Madasi, who has a coffin face that has not changed for thousands of years , making people turn a blind eye to his noble character and kind heart.

The main reason is that he talks too little... How can he let stupid mortals appreciate his morals, no, his sentiments?

Jane silently watched the two young people who had been personally identified by Mr. Austin, and shed tears of sadness in her heart.

Mr. Bingley was taken away by Elizabeth's beautiful eyes. Mr. Darcy stood like a tree in the corner, and the air pressure around him was lower than the surrounding ones, which made it difficult for Jane to have the desire to talk.

She had to go and talk to Mr. Bingley's sisters.

Elizabeth, as always, disliked the sisters, and she couldn't stand their arrogance and faux pas.But Jane's shell is filled with the stuffing of the 21st century, and she doesn't pay much attention to etiquette.

She soon won the favor of the sisters, and Miss Bingley liked her even more, and even confide in the girl's heart.

——It’s really unexpected that no matter how strange the creature is, the Creator will create a creature with even more strange thinking to like him.

Like the facial paralysis that can't squeeze out a long sentence no matter what... Jane silently lit a candle for Miss Bingley.

Unlike her sister, Elizabeth still only maintains the status quo of a nodding acquaintance with the two sisters.She didn't talk much with others, and she was playing the piano behind the shadows, while talking earnestly with Mr. Bingley.

In less than a month, it seemed, the young couple, already in love, would put their necks in the noose of engagement amid passion and consideration for the future.Within a year, they should bury their love in the grave of their marriage.Jane thought sourly.

Give back my beautiful boy, ying ying ying... Give me back my gentle and good man, woo woo woo... Go find your Mr. Darcy, huh huh...

"Need help, Miss Bennet?"

Huh?Mr. Darcy actually spoke!And it is a sentence of more than five words!Jane's spirit was immediately cheered up, and her desire to watch a good show grew wildly. She looked left and right to see which of her younger sisters had set such a record.

Not Elizabeth...she was having a lively conversation with Mr. Darcy's best friend.It's the wrong way to open it.

"Miss Bennet?"

Not Mary, who took Elizabeth's place and was serenading everyone.

"Miss Bennet..."

And it wasn't Katie and Lydia, the two yelling babes... well, were they calling me?

Jane raised her big sky blue eyes belatedly, and asked suspiciously: "Are you really calling me, Mr. Darcy?"

Her beautiful and dignified face was full of surprise, and her soft red lips were half-opened, as if she had witnessed deadly enemies like Newton and Leibniz, or Voltaire and Rousseau shaking hands and embracing cordially.

Mr. Darcy coughed slightly and said, "Your face turns red and then pale, Miss Bennet."

"Ah... maybe the candlelight in the room fluctuates too much." Jane pointed to the rock-steady chandelier above her head and the motionless candlestick on the wall.

Such a wonderful excuse, really a man...?

There was a tiny crack in Mr. Darcy's frozen face.

Jane hurriedly changed the subject: "Aren't you tired after standing for so long, Mr. Darcy? Why don't you sit down too, as a man who is too big and tall, you block all the light in front of my eyes."

Mr. Darcy silently beside Jane, still silent.

——He was surprised by Jane's presumptuous words.

What did the rumors say?A model of a lady, gentle, elegant, and sweet, the eldest lady of the Bennet family?

Mr. Darcy looked at him as he would look at a poor girl possessed by a witch.

In the eyes of the onlookers, this look is nothing more than arrogant, critical, and out of gregarious.

Jane, who understands people's clothing (fog), immediately realized that she shouldn't speak like this, and responded quickly: "I know you are a gentleman, Mr. Darcy, and you will never gossip or gossip about a girl, and You are a broad-minded person, and you will never take other people's rudeness to heart. That's why I dare to be a little presumptuous, please allow me a little indulgence."

Of course, the noble male god with Jane Austen's own stamp!

"Broad-hearted? Not at all, Miss Bennet." The corners of Mr. Darcy's mouth curled slightly, making an expression similar to a wry smile and similar to disdain.

How did he control the movement of his facial muscles to a level that is barely perceptible to the naked eye?

Jane averted her eyes from the paralyzed face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, glanced at Mr. Darcy's chest, and said with a half-smile: "It's wide enough, Mr. Darcy."

The wry smile and disdain seemed to turn into a dumbfounding.

"I'm a very vengeful person, and it's hard to make up for it. I should quickly forget other people's stupidity and mistakes, but I just can't forget them; people offend me, and I can't forget them either."

"This is indeed a shortcoming, but it is very rare to face up to one's own shortcoming so bravely, not only to criticize others, but also to criticize oneself equally and even more severely. I will not demand you with the standards of a saint, Mr. Darcy." Jane said with a smile.

"Excuse me, has Miss Bennet seen Mr. Collins?" Darcy suddenly asked without thinking.

"Mr. Collins is a cousin we have never met. I wonder what Mr. Darcy's intention is in mentioning him? I don't believe that this cousin has reached the standard of a saint."

Jane was still smiling, and Mr. Darcy had a serious thought: She laughed too much, but I wished she would keep on smiling.

"You are better at flattering people than Cousin Ling, Miss Bennet."

Jane's smile froze on her lips.

This look of "I'm amazing, I'm smart, I'm great, you stupid human beings come and compliment me", there is no sense of disobedience!

... Mr. Darcy's way of opening, is it really a man?