hello mr darcy

The way home, of course, is not an easy journey.

For example... at this moment, Lydia, who is staying in place, is unwilling to take another step even if she is killed.

Darcy lowered his head and looked at the girl who was sticking out her tongue and pretending to be dead, and was so amused that she was about to laugh.It was dangerous, before showing a smile, seeing Lydia's warning eyes, he could barely hide it.

However, the hand behind his back was clenched and trembling, and it was still irresistibly interesting.

"You can't walk anymore?" Darcy frowned with a look of helplessness.He looked completely at a loss, but the little person in his heart kept exclaiming: at this speed, he probably could stay with the girl for another half a day.

Lydia is not such a person who can't bear hardships, she is half lying on the side of the road.My feet are sore from walking, the sun is also strong, and the feeling of thirst is not very good.

"I can't walk anymore..." She pouted, begging for mercy pitifully.

Darcy looked at the sky, and at noon, the sun was relatively large.Although the temperature is not too hot, it is indeed uncomfortable after walking for so long.

Seeing that there were no horses or people on the road around him, he walked towards Lydia carelessly, leaning against the same tree.He even had his legs half bent, with a lazy and leisurely look, which was even more comfortable than Lydia looked.

"The way you sit, you seem to be familiar with the road?" Lydia joked.

Darcy lowered his head, looked at his appearance, and replied very comfortably: "When I was in school, I went out to play with my friends like this."

"School?" Lydia was a little surprised, "What did you learn?"

Darcy said: "Economy."

These days, medicine, law, and theology are the most popular departments in the school.After all, those who come out like that are talents who are extremely popular with the upper class.

But... Lydia narrowed her eyes and looked at Darcy, and said with a smile: "Do you think the economy is fun?"

It was a novelty to meet such a senior from hundreds of years ago.

Darcy seemed to recall something, curled his lips: "It's okay to study, forget it as a student."

Such an answer made Lydia curious: "What's wrong?"

Darcy shook his head, as if he was not ready to talk deeply.This made Lydia's heart itch even more, she held his cuff lightly, and shook it gently back and forth: "Tell me!"

The ups and downs at the end of the story, like a hook, made Darcy laugh his eyes out and beg for forgiveness.

"Well, it's really nothing." Darcy said with a smile, "It's just some pranks."

The magnetic voice, on such a vast and boundless road, gently narrated the things of his youth.It was as if a picture scroll was unfolding in front of Lydia's eyes, that young and vigorous boy.

Because his face is always serious, the pranks he gets are also ridiculous.Even Lydia felt a little sympathetic to Darcy.After all, not every roommate is so insistent on letting a half-facial person show other expressions.

Speaking of the rise, Darcy even waved his hands in the air, and the smile on his face was something Lydia had never seen before.It was as if, as the words were told, he had returned to his carefree age.

Old Mr. Darcy was still around, and no such burden had yet been laid upon his shoulders.

Thinking of this, Lydia felt a pang of distress.Not intense, but very long.It is light and leisurely, but it can't be ignored, it falls into the ears and falls into the heart.

On her face, the smile became more and more gentle.The hand fell on Darcy's shoulder unconsciously, and patted it lightly.

Darcy was still a little disappointed on his face, but turned his head at this moment, but was a little surprised: "Lydia?"

"Tired?" Lydia's voice was soft and soft.

But it moved the hearts of the listeners, the corner that no one had entered in those few years, the corner that even he himself did not want to recall.At this moment, it was like being shone into a ray of sunshine.Bright and warm, the hesitation and pain of losing his father seemed to be soothed at this moment.

Once upon a time, the young owner didn't know how many times he burned the lamps and fought hard at night, writing hard.A young man, sitting behind the most solemn desk in the study, is doing Tai Chi with the opponent who is entangled in the letters, comforting the hesitant subordinates, and suppressing the villain whose ambition suddenly rises.

Darcy's face was indescribably dazed.At this moment, in Lydia's eyes, what he saw was full of distress.

He opened his mouth, and finally said after a while: "It's all right now."

Yeah, it's all right now.

Maybe, at the beginning, if someone asked that young man: Are you tired?

Today's Mr. Darcy, maybe he can loosen his eyebrows a bit?

Of course, for Darcy who is often hard to satisfy, maybe the frown is going to be integrated into the genes, and it can't be changed no matter what.

Lydia patted Darcy on the shoulder lightly, and took out a piece of fruit from the bag she was carrying: "Here!"

Darcy's eyes were a little surprised: "Give it to me? But, you have memorized it all the way!"

Lydia pouted, and smiled indifferently: "So, use this to comfort you, so that I can express my sincerity!"

The girl's smile and the teasing in her tone broke up the indescribable knot in Darcy's heart.Just like this sunshine, it is much more cheerful.

Darcy did not refuse at all, took a big bite of the fruit and enjoyed it: "Delicious!"

As he spoke, he took another big bite in an exaggerated manner.Lydia laughed at the enjoyment of chewing.

He ate up the wild fruit in two or three strokes, but Darcy took out a fruit from his bag and handed it to Lydia under suspicious eyes.

Facing Lydia's gaze, Darcy explained with a smile: "Thank you."

"What?" Lydia didn't respond for a while.

Darcy smiled: "For your comfort to me. To express my sincerity..."

Hearing the words she was familiar with, Lydia took a funny look at Darcy's rare mischievous appearance, took it neatly, and ate it directly.

Under the sun, their faces were dusty, their legs were sore, and their mouths became thirsty.

However, these two ordinary wild fruits seemed to be such a fine nectar, which made the two of them eat happily.

"Going?" Darcy asked.

It can be regarded as resting for a while. Although he is still a little tired, it is not the time to completely relax at the moment.

As soon as Lydia nodded, Darcy stood up first.He turned around and stretched out his hand, and said with a smile, "May I help you?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows and looked at Darcy's hand, her eyes were bent, and then she put her hand in Darcy's palm.The white hand looked smaller under the man's wider palm.

When the two palms met, it was as if they had found the direction they had been looking for since they were born.The two semicircles finally met, the kind of tacit satisfaction, as if they were finally complete, made Darcy and Lydia couldn't help but smile at each other.

Hand, it seems that it has never let go.

But what does that matter?

……

"Lydia and the others are back!" When the news reached Mr. Bennet's ears, it almost made this calm man weak.

Even Katie, who was already locked in the house and almost hopeless, couldn't help pressing her ears to the door, for fear of missing any news.

"Really?" There was a bit of crying in Mrs. Bennet's words.

The letterer nodded: "Yes, Mrs. Bennet. They have arrived at Netherfield and are resting. Miss Lydia said that she will be back in the afternoon."

On the way back, the two of them both looked blank.I have no idea which direction I am in Bloomberg.Therefore, when the figure of Netherfield slowly appeared in front of his eyes, the surprise was almost beyond words.

Of course, the tears from Jane and Bingley's happy reunion made the two people who were busy in the world even more at a loss.

Although he always knew that he and Bingley were good friends, it was the first time Darcy saw Bingley crying like a child.After he finally broke free from Bentley's embrace, he curled his lips in disgust.But he still asked the servant for a new towel for Bentley.

When Lydia took a shower and was about to leave for home, Bingley and Jane finally let her eat something before leaving.

Fearing that the girl would have any accidents, Darcy was naturally unwilling to leave Lydia's side.

Not to mention, Jane and Bingley have been in fear for several days.

Therefore, what Mrs. Bennet saw in the end was an unexpected number of people.

"Jane, Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy?" Mr. Bennet nodded in surprise.

Of course, his little daughter has been held in Mrs. Bennet's arms and rubbed tightly for a long time.

"Go ahead!" Mr. Bennet said.

Seeing that Darcy and the others didn't move, on the contrary, when their eyes fell on Lydia, it was also a warm feeling in my heart.

The smile on his face was almost unbearable. The worry these days was too scary.

Mr. Bennet couldn't restrain himself any more, and went to embrace Lydia and kissed the top of the girl's head lightly.Only then did he persuade his wife and daughter, "Go in first."

Knowing that it is useless to ask Mrs. Bennet about this matter, God knows how many times she has shouted to her poor nerves these days.

Mr. Bennet looked at Lydia as if asking for help, and the crowd finally moved.

After Lydia took her seat, she didn't rush to talk about her own affairs.

On the contrary, he looked at the family members and asked in surprise, "Where's Katie? Why didn't I see her?"

The author has something to say: It's time to take a good look at Katie's children's shoes! ! !