Dear Mr. Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

Miss Emily gets into a cold war with her parents after a prom.Her parents are determined not to indulge her wayward words and deeds, and Miss Emily cannot accept marrying a man of this era and devoting her limited life to the infinite career of husband and parent.In the case where the three views are completely inconsistent, the dialogue between the two parties cannot even last for three rounds.

An example is as follows: "Ladies are all going to get married. We can't support you forever." Parents persuaded earnestly.

"I can support myself." Miss Emily didn't take it seriously. She had been earning royalties secretly for a long time.

"My God, a noble lady goes out to make money?" Miss Emily's mother was about to pass out.

The conversation ends here.

Bathed in the eyes of caring for the mentally retarded all day long, if Miss Emily hadn't been determined, she would have doubted her IQ long ago.Even if Miss Emily firmly believes that I am the truth, the inability to communicate still bothers her a little.This boredom reached its apogee when her mother forcibly dragged her to the town to buy things despite her being in a hurry.

Miss Emily's parents didn't mean to delay her work.After thinking about it for the past two days, they felt that the reason why Emily was so willful was because she was spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, and she never worried about property issues.Let her have a clear concept of money, and the problem may be solved.

Walking into the store, Miss Emily's parents pointed to pieces of fabric and asked the price of each piece of jewelry, and looked at Emily when they asked a few.If Miss Emily didn't know their purpose, she would be sorry for the combined age of her two lives.To be honest, Emily’s manuscript fees are not particularly high, and her novels have novel plots, but in rhetoric and phonology, it is difficult to compare with the natives who have been influenced by culture since childhood.If only relying on the manuscript fee, she can live better than the governess, and it is unlikely that she will enjoy the current decent life.One end of the balance is a luxurious life, which is difficult to give up, but the other end is freedom and dignity, and of course she chooses freedom and dignity.

Poor Miss Emily's parents, they were so dry in asking, they couldn't buy it after asking, but the person who wanted to remind them was indifferent, I don't know if she understood but didn't care, or didn't understand.The mother was persuasive: "Honey, if you live on royalties in the future, you have to say goodbye to these beautiful clothes and jewelry. Don't you want to change your decision?"

Miss Emily gave a long sigh, expressing that she was very moved, and then resolutely rejected her mother's proposal.

Miss Emily's father frowned, and her mother was afraid that he and Emily would quarrel in the store, so she suggested going out to have a look. "I heard that a group of gypsies came to the town and they haven't left yet."

Although he knows that this is a way to divert attention, Miss Emily's father doesn't want to really quarrel with his daughter. Maybe after going back, he can use Emily's pocket money to let her live in a rented house for a while, and she will change her mind. .

The camp of the gypsies is very easy to find, and the faint sound of drums and bells can be heard from a distance.People are not as fresh as when the gypsies first came, but there are still some onlookers.

It was the first time for Miss Emily to see a gypsy performance.Accompanied by rhythmic drumbeats, the gypsy girl spun round and round tirelessly, like a light deer, with a little slender calf faintly exposed under the flying skirt.Miss Emily's mother thought it a bit inappropriate, and waved the fan uncomfortably against her chest.But Miss Emily didn't feel anything wrong at all.

As soon as the dance was over, a half-grown boy took out a tray and went around to collect money.When he finally walked in front of the three of them, the boy first bowed to Miss Emily's father, but he stood closer to Miss Emily when he lifted the tray.His choice was wise, and this time he got another satisfactory reward.He bowed again. "Thank you for your generosity, dear sirs and ladies, and please allow me to offer a gypsy return gift." Are the lines familiar?That's right, it's still a familiar recipe or a familiar taste. Today's gypsy brother is also doing his best to deduct a few gold coins from the audience.

Miss Emily's father looked at the half-grown boy critically. "What thank you?"

The gypsy boy didn't say it right away.Like every salesman in the feudal superstition industry, he must maintain a certain sense of mystery to whet the appetite of the other party. "It depends on your fate with us."

Miss Emily's father knew a little about the tricks of the gypsies, but seeing the interest of his wife and daughter, he kept his objections silent.For the past few days, the three of them have been in a bad mood because of the quarrel. It is rare for them to be interested in something, so they think it is spending money to make their wives and daughters happy.

A quarter of an hour later, the boy came back panting. "My grandma has eyes that can occasionally glimpse fate." He carefully glanced at the expression of the head of the family out of the corner of his eye, and Miss Emily's father did not show obvious disgust.The boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued to say to Miss Emily: "You gave too much money. I asked her, and she said that she would like to have a look at your future. If you are willing, I will take you to the tent."

Like Emma, ​​Miss Emily suddenly thought of the legend of gypsy divination.Maybe, maybe she'll find her way home!

Miss Emily's father didn't really believe in it; like most people in this day and age, he was a believer.But just like everyone who encounters troubles that cannot be solved, he also has a little bit of luck. Maybe a wizard of a foreign race can see his daughter's future?Maybe wizards can solve their disputes?He glanced at his wife hesitantly, and saw the same thoughts as himself in his dear eyes.

Miss Emily's parents were a little entangled in their hearts, so they didn't notice Miss Emily's abnormal excitement.

The three of them followed the boy through the camp, the noise of the crowd and the rhythmic drumbeat gradually fell behind, and a different tent appeared in front of them.

The boy bent down and gestured a please gesture to the three of them. "Grandma's in there." He watched them enter the tent, stretched with his hands behind his head, and then it wasn't his responsibility.

The gypsy girl who was dancing just now was replaced by a man leading a horse. She walked towards the resting tent and lowered her voice as she passed the boy. "Hey, can't you change your words every time? What if someone comes to the fortune teller for the second time?"

The boy looked surprised: "Of course I ran away immediately. When did grandma get it right? The second time I came here must be to settle accounts with her."

Of course, the three people who entered the tent didn't know what happened outside. If they knew, they would leave immediately, but unfortunately they didn't know.

After entering the tent, there was a faint smog lingering in it. An old man wrapped in a robe with a fuzzy pattern and a hood sat behind the table, slowly stroking a crystal ball with his withered hands.She didn't look up, she focused on the smoke flowing in the crystal ball, and her hoarse voice sounded mysterious: "Welcome, guest from afar."

Miss Emily's family could not help becoming serious. "Hello."

After a while, the old man withdrew his attention from the crystal ball.She looked at Miss Emily, the wrinkles on her face were so deep that they seemed to be engraved, which made Amy