Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Roland turned his head and gave Mr. Darcy a sly smile.

"Are you asking me to make fun of me?"

She didn't answer anything.

But Darcy nodded as if realizing something, indicating that he had understood.

The building behind the two was brightly lit, but the grass outside the marble railing was covered with a layer of pale frost under the moonlight.

The same is true of the girl in front of Darcy's eyes—one half of her face is brightly illuminated by secular lights, while the other half is cold.

Like ordinary girls of her age, she is innocent, mischievous, unrestrained, and even a little wild in her bones-but judging from what she does, she is calm, mature, and independent.

It is hard to imagine that this contrast can be perfectly integrated in the same person.

"Miss Bennet, you know, I have a younger sister who is about the same age as you."

Darcy looked at Roland, as if he wanted to find Georgiana's shadow in her.

"But I must admit, it's hard to compare you to my sister."

Roland laughed out loud with a "puchi".

"Let me just say, you really came here to make fun of me."

"I've heard for a long time that Lingmei is an extremely outstanding young lady, her beauty and talent are top-notch."

As Roland said, he couldn't help thinking of Miss Bingley's compliments on Miss Darcy.Miss Bingley also liked to praise Miss Darcy in front of Jane, and frequently hinted that Mr. Bingley and Miss Darcy were made for each other.

She would be very interested in finding out whether Mr. Darcy shared the idea of ​​making friends with his sister.

But so far, Roland has not seen this tendency at all. It seems that Miss Bingley is more wishful thinking.

"As for me, talent...doesn't exist."

This is definitely not self-effacing, Roland can't play the piano, can't paint, doesn't read poetry and Shakespeare, in this era, she is the kind of girl who is insulated from "talent".

Due to the existence of the "anti-OOC card", Roland even opened his arms, circled leisurely in front of Darcy, stopped, and made a gesture of greeting his dance partner at the end of a Scottish folk dance.

"It's okay to dance." Roland said with a smile.

What she said sounded like a girl who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, but in fact she was simply laughing at herself.

She fully intended that this conversation with Mr. Darcy would be brought to an end.

Unexpectedly, Darcy was looking at her in a daze, and shook his head slightly after a while, and said: "No, I think, Miss Bennet, what you show every day, especially at these balls, is not the real you."

Roland was slightly surprised.

From under her "appearance", you can see the contrast between her inner world and the character itself - Mr. Darcy is the No.1 of this plane.

"So you are making fun of me now, pretending to be hypocritical?" Roland asked with a smile.

Darcy was afraid that she might have misunderstood what he meant, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "No such intention."

This gentleman, in front of a eccentric young lady like Roland, really couldn't handle it, and he couldn't speak to her at all.

"I'm just worried that as I get older, the gap between me and the young ladies is getting bigger and bigger." Darcy explained hastily, "I am the sole guardian of my sister. Therefore, I don't want to see this A gap emerges."

This is a reasonable and legitimate explanation. The frankness and sincerity of the explainer made Roland quickly accept this explanation, and at the same time understand the purpose of the other party's conversation.

"Let's put it that way!"

It is rare to meet a sensible person in this plane, and Roland also has some words, which are like bones stuck in his throat, and he can't spit them out quickly.

"Perhaps in your eyes, I am abrupt and uneducated, indulgent and unrestrained, but in my opinion, this is just the natural expression of a young girl."

"Yes, you might say that if only I acted a little more 'proper', it would end up making my family, my sisters, more 'respectable.'"

"But I want to say that this kind of 'decency' is defined by a class, a group, and young women like us are the ones who are forced to accept it invisible."

The lights of Netherfield Mansion were reflecting on Mr. Darcy's profile, and his shocked face was clearly reflected.

"However, I think I am kind, hardworking, loyal, and steadfast," Roland has not finished. "I am committed to creating wealth and helping others at the same time."

This is tantamount to an indirect response to Darcy's question about "ingredients".

"So I never felt 'indecent'."

When Roland said this decisively, her bright eyes were full of confidence, and she stared closely at Mr. Darcy opposite.

"But a young girl like you still lacks the right to speak in mainstream society, so she cannot avoid being judged by others." Mr. Darcy pointed out helplessly.

This is the truth--

Roland immediately failed, like a deflated ball, lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

"But I want to say that the real you, perhaps... is worthy of respect." Darcy added suddenly.

Roland finally heaved a sigh of relief, raised his face and smiled.

Mr. Darcy commented that "respectable" is not so sure, but it is enough to make Roland happy for a while.

As soon as she was happy, she became mischievous, turned her face, and said to Mr. Darcy slyly: "You have been talking about me, and you, have you been completely consistent with your appearance?"

Darcy was taken aback: "I..."

"Do you dare to express your true inner thoughts to my second sister? Do you think she can feel your heart for her?"

The army came so suddenly that Darcy blushed and stood there, unable to speak for a long time.

"Lizzie is completely unaware of your 'kindness'." Roland added with a smile.

She felt Mr. Darcy's kindness, and could feel that this was a real gentleman, and she was willing to treat Roland like her own sister Miss Darcy-so Roland didn't mind helping him.

She pointed to the brightly lit dance hall behind her, and the noisy human voice mixed with the sound of music was coming from the room.

"What advice do you need me to give you? There aren't many male guests at today's ball!"

Roland slyly gave a hint: Since you have a good impression, you should find a way to get in touch more.

Elizabeth has a bad impression of Darcy because of the "passable" stalk.But first impressions can be changed with time, persistent communication, and mutual understanding.

Darcy nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and took two steps towards the French windows.

He suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said to Roland: "Miss Lydia Bennett, your personality is indeed very different from that of your sister, but I think, if she can have a friend like you, maybe she Will gradually become as assertive as you - which is what I hope to see."

Roland nodded to Darcy: "You are too much."

"I hope that one day in the future, I can officially introduce my sister to you." Darcy spoke briskly, obviously he himself is in a good mood now.

As soon as he finished speaking, voices and commotion suddenly came from the gate of Netherfield Manor.

Immediately afterwards, Darcy and Roland, who stayed on the terrace, saw a resplendent four-wheeled carriage driving into Netherfield Manor at the same time, galloping until it stopped in front of the mansion.The lights of the manor made this luxuriously decorated carriage even more dazzling.

The groom and servants of the manor quickly followed behind the carriage, trotting all the way in, and lined up on both sides of the carriage.

"What a ostentation!" Roland sighed, "This is the distinguished guest that Mr. Bingley wants to introduce to the locals!"

Darcy nodded.

But Roland still felt uncomfortable: Mr. Bingley's distinguished guest was putting on too much airs.Why didn't he come sooner, since Mr. Bingley's ball was to make his way into Meryton society?

Had to wait until the middle of the dance to show up--this is a lot of effort to get everyone's attention!

The music in the room gradually stopped.

The guests went from indoors to outdoors one after another.Mr. Bingley was standing there, as host, to greet the guests who were stepping out of the carriage.

Darcy was about to rush to her friend, but when she turned her head and saw Roland, she felt that she couldn't just leave her alone on the balcony, so she hurriedly said, "Please!" and then lent her arm to Roland.

Roland had nothing to do, immediately took Mr. Darcy's arm, and the two went to the front hall of Netherfield together.

Wherever they went, people cast amazed eyes—when did the wealthy Mr. Darcy get so close to the little girl from Longbourn?

This gentleman... obviously dismissed the young ladies of the Bennett family before.

Because of this, Roland and Darcy had almost no obstacles in front of them, and people made way for them.

But before reaching Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy stopped suddenly.

There was no sign of Darcy's gaffe, and Roland only felt that the arm he was holding suddenly became extremely stiff.

She turned her head and saw that the face of the young man beside her was as pale as paper, and the veins on his temples were faintly visible.

He had obviously forgotten everything around him, and just stared blankly in the direction of the guest.

Miss Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst, all gathered behind Mr. Bingley at this moment, with smiles on their faces, warmly welcomed the young man who just got off the carriage.

The guest of honor at Netherfield was a handsome young man.He looked good-looking, graceful, and very pleasing in appearance.

Everything he wears, from coats to shirts to boots, looks like it was custom-made from a famous store on St. James Street in London.

The young man who arrived at Netherfield after such a grand occasion, after getting out of the car, looked kind and humble, with a gentle smile on his face, shook hands with Mr. Bingley cordially, and stepped forward to kiss Miss Bingley's slender hand graciously. .

Standing beside Mr. Darcy, Roland heard Mr. Bingley introduce to the men and women gathered in the vestibule: "Everyone, this is Mr. George Wickham. Although he is so young, he is already a little famous An industrialist who owns multiple industries across the ocean in America..."

"...What is even more respectable is that Mr. Wickham is a self-made man of action. His industry was entirely established by himself..."

Roland just listened to Mr. Bingley's bragging for Mr. Wickham, the "guest of honor", while she herself felt uneasy, and turned her head to look at Mr. Darcy beside her from time to time.

"Mr Darcy..."

She whispered a reminder to the gentleman who was completely immersed in his thoughts.

Mr. Darcy woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, his body shook slightly, as if he had woken up suddenly from his memory, and he seemed unable to completely get rid of the entanglement of the past.

He only turned his head and glanced at Roland briefly, then turned his head away immediately, with a bit of determination in his eyes.He patted Roland's little hand holding him lightly, then turned around abruptly, and walked against the large number of guests rushing towards the front hall, trying to leave.

"Don't be afraid, dear sister, let's go!"

"I will protect you!"

"I'll take you away from here... away..."

With firm steps Mr. Darcy, letting Roland lead, was about to leave the ball at Netherfield.

Roland couldn't help himself, and he staggered forward two steps.

Mr. Darcy, however, was resolute in his steps and would not stop.

Roland thought to himself: Mr. Darcy, he...may regard himself beside him as his sister—Miss Georgiana Darcy.