hello mr darcy

To be honest, when she saw this man again, Lydia still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

She nodded to Mr. Bernal: "Good afternoon, Mr. Bernal."

Darcy, who was standing beside Lydia, seemed to be humming in an inconspicuous way from his nasal cavity.The sour smell of vinegar almost filled the entire huge dance hall.

Lydia secretly pursed her lips and smiled, feeling that the gentleman standing beside her was infinitely cute.

"This is my fiancé, Fitzwilliam Darcy." She took Darcy's arm very generously, and patted his hand affectionately.

Bernal's face remained unchanged, but his hands behind his back were clenched tightly.Exactly how he felt in his heart after seeing this scene, only he himself knew the bitterness.

"Yes, I heard about it." Bernal nodded, "Hello, Mr. Darcy."

With a calm face, Darcy looked up and down the former rival in love extremely gently.After a while, he nodded unhurriedly and even politely: "Hello, Mr. Bernal."

This kind of atmosphere, even the people who stood aside and held their wine glasses felt a little chilled.

What's more, it was Lydia who was caught between the two.

"I think, maybe we should choose to sit down in the living room next to it." She raised her head and acted coquettishly at Darcy, "You know, wearing this pair of shoes is almost exhausting."

Although the environment of the living room can't improve this kind of atmosphere.But at least the three of them won't be the talk of others, and this alone is enough to convince the two men.

"Mr. Bernal, I really don't know how to thank you for that machine before." Lydia was very straight to the point. The favor this time was also the only reason why she chose to meet Bernal in private.

Bernal's face was a little helpless, he glanced sideways at the calm Darcy, and then sighed: "Miss Lydia, I thought you would call me by my name. You know, it's Richard."

Lydia shook her head: "Of course, I still remember your name. Mr. Bernal..."

The implication is that the way of addressing each other is still so polite.

Bernal was stunned for a moment, his face a little stiff.But in the end, he didn't get too entangled in this issue, he just smiled at himself and put it aside.

"I think it should be very clear in the previous letter, Lydia." He looked at the girl in front of him, his voice was slow and peaceful, "The cost of that machine has been clearly marked and sold with the factory."

"Yes." Lydia took a sip of tea and sighed helplessly, "But you should also know that I'm not someone who doesn't understand the market."

She stood up and poured some fruit tea for Darcy.Then he turned around and asked, "How much did the beautifully polished pulley above cost you?"

Bernal raised his eyebrows slightly: "Actually, it's nothing. My recent life has always been on a boat. Recently, I have become obsessed with traveling. I think you all know the beauty of it."

Lydia's eyes were a little out of focus.

It seems that the fledgling girl stood confidently in the grass, raised her head and said, "Go to the other side of the sea and buy back all the beautiful things there."

That scene seemed like it happened in the previous life.

She came back to her senses, looked at the extremely calm man in front of her, and sighed helplessly: "Are you really in love with traveling?"

Bernal paused when he put down the teacup, and then the corners of his mouth curled up. His calm expression didn't even change his tone of voice.

"Of course, I am now finally understanding how incomparably attractive those beautiful things are."

It was only when I went out that I realized that I was sitting in a well and looking at the sky in the past.

For the first time, when Bernal left the harbor on his own ship, he looked at the vast ocean, even the endless blue.At that time, the shaking caused by the wind and waves did not scare off this pampered rich kid.

But endless excitement and ambition.

"Fuck his inheritance, bloody inheritance. What's that!" he yelled out to sea.

If you have a family background, you can simply fight with him now.The difficulty is naturally not the same.However, that is only something that those lazy people will be discouraged from doing.

What Bernal saw was the young eagle leaving the nest for the first time, and saw the vast blue sky beyond the cliff.

"I think, I finally understand why you love them." Bernal smiled and touched the sachet around his waist, "Even when I went to the East for the first time, I couldn't restrain myself The scenery is impressive."

"East?" Lydia's eyes lit up, and her voice became slightly louder, "You went to the East!"

Darcy, who was sitting by the side, naturally didn't miss the girl's rare gaffe.He also deeply remembered the matter of the East.But, is there any slight annoyance that it is Mr. Bernal who made the girl lose her composure?

This, Darcy has already cultivated to be calm, and his face is very calm.

"Yes, the East." Bernal smiled, "My ship has gone to many places. And the one I went with, excluding this continent, is the East."

Hearing the excitement of her former homeland, Lydia's heart beat like a drum for a moment.Involuntarily, he showed a little excitement.

After a few breaths, she suppressed her ups and downs and nodded slowly.

"Yes, it's good there," said Lydia. "I've read about it."

The girl sat down silently, took a sip of tea stiffly, and then raised her head to continue the topic just now: "So, where did you buy that beautifully polished pulley?"

"This..."

Bernal blinked, and looked at Mr. Darcy on the side with some wariness.

"If you don't want to say it, you won't force it." Lydia smiled and glanced at Darcy, "He is my fiance."

Bernal lowered his head upon hearing this.He exhaled lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an extremely cold arc.

"Yes, your fiancé..." His voice was more like a sigh than a normal speech.

The man's shoulders rose and fell for a while, as if he was breathing extremely hard in the increasingly stuffy air in this living room.

After a while, he raised his head and smiled calmly: "It's a friend I met in the transaction, and the price is indeed the price I sold it to Mr. Smith."

Lydia nodded: "So, we are also in your favor."

"Hahaha!" Bernal laughed a few times, slightly raised his head to look at the exquisite oil painting on the ceiling, and admired it very seriously for a while.

He curled his lips: "I think, yes. However, I am willing."

The man spoke cheerfully, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the smile on his face, as sad as if he was going to cry the next moment.

The calmer it is, the sadder it is.

Lydia looked at it, and to be honest, she couldn't feel much better.

"Richard," she said, "I have chosen, and have chosen, my future mate."

With just one look, Darcy already understood.He stood up and walked over to Lydia.Let his little girl hold his arm.

"William, he will be my husband," said Lydia.

Bernal didn't look up, but opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.But there was no sound for a while, just the strange appearance before half smiling.With a long mouth and lowered head, he was stunned for a while.

"I see," he said finally.

Lydia sighed, her hand slowly fell on Bernal's shoulder, and patted lightly: "You are a very good person, no matter before or now. To be honest, I have never really I blame you."

Bernal suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide.The excessive speed made his eyes seem to swipe, and he couldn't see clearly.It seemed that the girl standing in front of her was the little girl who used to hide under her arms.

"Of course, when I first learned about it, I must have felt a little wronged." Lydia blinked her eyes, tilted her head and thought for a while.

Bernal spoke softly, but only said a few words.

"sorry."

Lydia raised her eyebrows: "It's okay."

Yes, it dawned on Lydia when she heard about Anne's girlish desires at Mr. Gardiner's shop that maybe no one was quite wrong.

In the final analysis, it can only be explained as a helpless joke - the three views are different.

Yes, it's just that the three perspectives are different.

Can you use the later values ​​to judge whether it is correct or not for the wives and concubines in the feudal period?Obviously not!

Then, the absurd is yourself.

"I don't want your willingness, Richard," said Lydia. "I'm doing fine and happy."

She held Darcy's hand and said, "Even, I can see my future happiness."

Bernal looked at her, waiting for the girl's unfinished words.

"However, although I know that it is not my responsibility whether you will be happy in the future. To be honest, I shouldn't pay any attention to it." Lydia shrugged and looked at Bernal with serious eyes. "But still...I don't hope, your unhappiness is because of me."

"Or, you still haven't come out."

When Bernal left the banquet, his head was still a little numb.

He turned his head and looked at the people behind him who were feasting and feasting.The girl's words still echoed in my ears.

"It's the past, let it go, Richard."

"Hope you have a happy future, my friend."

The author has something to say: When Pudding was writing, I was always worried that the writing of this meeting would change the taste.

Meeting again is not for a shallow revenge or a successful show off.

Instead, Mr. Bernal, let go of those guilt and remorse.

Otherwise, these will not only make it impossible for him to get out, but will also bring everyone who used to be with him, and he will not be able to get out after going around.

So what~

The past, let them all go~

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