[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter5 healthy exercise for body and mind!

The ten soft and slender fingers fell one by one, and a few bouncing notes jumped rhythmically from the fingertips, just like thin water droplets sliding down the blades of grass and hitting the lake, bouncing smoothly and without losing the sense of rhythm. in the ears of those present.

She is not playing little love songs, not serenades, not the fashionable songs that ladies love to play... She is not playing about love.

The soft mezzo-soprano accompanied the gentle flow of notes, permeating every corner of the hall.

Mr. Darcy moved imperceptibly.

When the first soft note jumped down and the first soft song sounded, Mr. Darcy knew that this girl was going to tell everyone a story.

She immersed herself in her own world wholeheartedly, and told him a fairy tale——

"Once upon a time, kings and princes were together,

Live in a castle in a magic garden.

The king is old and full of disappointment with the world,

He built a high wall and locked the gates,

The king said: 'There is no better place in the world than here! '

But there was a voice in the prince's heart telling him: 'Go away! '"

Mr. Darcy, standing in the corner as a wallflower, took a step forward involuntarily.For the first time tonight, his angular, serious and indifferent handsome face emerged from the shadows.

These few simple and even childish lyrics seemed like a tiny needle pierced into his heart.

Darcy has been doted on by his parents since he was a child, and he could have grown up step by step under the wing of his parents, living... the property left by his parents would never be spent in his lifetime, so he can be carefree and enjoy leisurely... up to West is not reconciled.

When he was young, he just wanted to see the outside world.

Young Darcy, like every young man, is eager to fight, to fight, to make a living...

From the gentle and light narrative, he heard the dreams of childhood and youth.

The girl's singing voice slowly rose, becoming high-pitched and loud.

"Gold mines of stars, occasionally falling from the sky.

To get out of the castle and go where no one has gone.

To learn and grow is to live a life.

To find treasure in the stars,

The dangerous world is about to go alone. "

As an adult, he can finally set foot in those places that he yearns for.Northern Europe, France, Germany, Italy, even India and America...all left Darcy's roaming footprints.

The singing becomes serious and urgent:

"'You will be ruined,' said the king to him,

'Like me, stay in the castle protected by magic!

I can keep you safe, it's all about protecting you,

High wall, and lock the garden gate. '

Though every word and every sentence spring from true love,

The prince still heard the voice from the bottom of his heart saying: 'Let's go! '"

He hadn't revisited fairy tales for many years.

Mr. Darcy had no thoughts of his own, for all his thoughts were captured by the singing girl.

In her beautiful and passionate singing, Darcy caught a trace of emotion, vibrating on the same frequency as her own critical and stubborn heart.

"Above the night sky, the stars sprinkle gold mines,

Whoever gets it tramples the impossible on the ground.

To learn and grow is to live a life.

To find the treasure on the stars, the dangerous world has to go alone. "

Those blue eyes, which convey tenderness and friendliness most of the time, are so ethereal and bright at this moment.

From her clear sky-like eyes and the singing voice she sings with her whole body and mind, Darcy can read the simple yet complicated longing.

"Loving someone sometimes means letting go.

Loving someone sometimes means leaving the loved one adrift.

When you love someone, you can't just think about your own happiness.

When you love someone, sometimes you say with tears in your eyes:

Thousands of miles away, looking for the gold mine where the stars are scattered,

Finding it requires going off the beaten track.

To learn and grow is to live a life.

To find treasure in the stars,

You must leave the house and make your own way,

To face it alone, to make a living..."

The last note is always on the eardrum and refuses to disappear.

After the story was told, Mr. Darcy was completely immersed in this dreamland woven with music and singing, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

What made him unbelievable was that the carefree boudoir girl of the squire's family could sing such a song... In her sky blue eyes, there was such longing and a trace of helplessness...

From those sky-like eyes that are always smiling, Mr. Darcy sees many desires he has seen and never seen before, the obsession and longing for those beautiful things that should not be fantasized and unattainable... ...to study, to travel... A young lady, a country gentleman's daughter, a lady who had never traveled more than fifty miles, was so determined to travel alone.

Should I laugh at her for being too young and naive, or...

Darcy was so full of thoughts and thoughts that he was unaware that Sir William Lucas was standing beside him.

Sir Darcy walked up and down beside him, but Mr. Darcy did not see it.It wasn't until Sir Lucas pulled his sleeve that Mr. Darcy heard Sir say to him: "Mr. Darcy, what a lovely entertainment dancing is for young people! After all, there is nothing better than Dancing, I think it's the best talent in high society."

"Of course, sir... and the good thing is that dancing is very popular in low society. There is no savage who can't dance." Kill Quartet.

Sir Lucas smiled awkwardly, but remained silent.

Then he saw Mr. Bingley take Elizabeth's hand and join in the dance, and he said to Darcy: "The Irish ditties are played, and your friend dances very well, and I trust you know them very well. Mr Darcy."

"You probably saw me dance at Meryton, sir," said Mr. Darcy perfunctorily, who hated false politeness, and didn't even bother to be modest about Sir Lucas's compliments.

"Yes, yes, and with great pleasure. Do you often go to dance at the palace?"

"Never been there, sir." This idiot who never leaves the palace.

"Aren't you even willing to show face in the palace?"

"No matter where I am, I don't want to give this kind of face, and I always avoid it if I can."

"You must have a house in the city?"

Mr. Darcy shrugged his shoulders. He was very tired of this dull and unhelpful conversation.

"I once wanted to live in the city, because I like high society; but I dare not say whether the air of London is suitable for Mrs. Lucas." Sir Lucas paused for a moment, expecting the other party to answer, but the other party did not bother to answer. .

At this time, Jane, who had left the piano, came towards them. He had an idea to show his courtesy, and called to her: "Dear Miss Janet, why don't you dance? Your singing is so beautiful, The dance must be as good as it gets!...Mr. Darcy, let me introduce you to this young lady who is the most ideal partner. With the first beauty of Meryton as your partner, I think you can always Let's enjoy it, shall we?"

Sir Lucas took Jane's hand graciously, ready to send it to Darcy.

The cornflower-like eyes that he had been thinking about all the time, appeared in front of him unsuspectingly.

Mr. Darcy was a little dazed.

In a daze, a graceful hand covered in an arm-length glove stretched out in front of him.

"Please don't stand in the corner and be 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 standing in front of him said what he was supposed to say, lively and smiling.

Mr. Darcy took the soft little hand blankly, forgetting to bow.

But he didn't know that this young lady with a smile as bright as the sun in southern Europe had nothing but thoughts in her mind: Do you dare to show something other than bitterness and hatred on the face like the Antarctic ice cap? expression?You see I showed you, Mr. Fitzwilliam Bingberg Darcy!

The dance moves are very simple, and a few fixed moves are repeated, and Jane, who has a good dance foundation, is very familiar with it as soon as she gets started.

Although it was dancing, they didn't actually dance at all, they just walked around in the hall according to the rhythm of the music.

"Please excuse my rudeness, Miss Bennet." After going on for a while, Mr. Darcy said sullenly.

"Excuse me?" Jane thought for a while, tilting her head, with a few blond curls swinging on one side of her forehead, and finally realized that he was apologizing for forgetting to bow, "Ah! You are so slow to react, Mr. Darcy. But you are too polite and too polite, it's nothing at all, please don't mind these details that even the dance partner ignores."

"But..." He hesitated and opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to organize the words.

"Mr. Darcy, may I ask you what etiquette is?" Jane interrupted him.

"Of course it is the norm that we must follow in our social activities."

"Then what is the purpose of etiquette?"

"Of course it makes the social interaction more smooth."

"That's right, Mr. Darcy. Why do we bow, why do we take off our hats, and why do we curtsey? Isn't it all to express respect for others and ourselves?" She turned her head lightly, and took Mr. Darcy's hand Turned around, "If this kind of ritual, which is used to express mutual respect, is alienated into obedience, and if there is a slight mistake, everyone will laugh at and criticize it, wouldn't it violate its original intention? Do you think so? Mr Darcy?"

"A young lady with such unique insights, Miss Bennet."

"Lady..." Jane stepped in the wrong direction, "If you can still say that in a month, my life will be complete..."

If she really brought out the nature of the 21st century before time travel, even the crazy girl Lydia would be willing to bow down!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy, it was never my intention to step on your foot!" Jane looked up, her watery blue eyes looking at him from under their golden lashes.

For some reason, Darcy felt that his dancing steps followed the beating of his heart.

"The rhythm doesn't seem to be right, Mr. Darcy, can you hurry up? Ah... It's not a gentleman's thing to step on your foot to retaliate!"