[Pride and Prejudice] Sky Bookstore

Skye, who sent Miss Bingley away, couldn't feel the happy mood after an important matter was resolved.On the contrary, she sat in the chair she liked very much and hesitated for a while, finally stood up slowly, went to the wardrobe and found a black blanket to wrap herself in it.

This night is extremely long.Countless thoughts are wrapped in it.Skye was stunned for a while, then got up from the chair, she blew out the candle in the room, and walked out of the room.

Netherfield was eerily quiet late at night.

The corridor door belonging to the servants' side has been locked, and the corridor without anyone is cold and silent.Skye walked through the darkness like a ghost.

The distance she has to go is not very long, because she has become familiar with this place after living here for the past few days.

After walking about halfway, she came to a door and stopped.

The door was ajar, the lights in the room were still on, and it was obvious that the occupants were still working.

Skye listened at the door, but there was no sound, but he could imagine Darcy's breathing and the way he was writing at his desk.

Skye didn't knock on the door, just pushed the door open and walked in.

The picture in the room was similar to what she had imagined. Darcy was indeed sitting in front of the desk facing the door, writing some textual things.

"Skye?" Hearing the sound of someone coming in, Darcy put down the pen in his hand.At first, he thought it was the night watchman who came to pay attention to his situation - Bingley's old butler was a very careful and serious person.

But when the visitor walked in front of him, Darcy saw the white skirt and the black shawl hanging down from the corner of his eyes, like black feathers falling down.The people who came were silent, like ghosts in the dark night.

Darcy looked up and saw Skye, and asked in surprise, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

Skye gathered his clothes together.She couldn't sleep for a long night, and she still had something to ask Darcy to help.

The matter was caused by the arrival of Miss Bingley, Skye suddenly thought of it, and suddenly came to visit Darcy.

She nodded, stood still and said, "There are some things I want to talk to you about."

"You can sit first." Darcy saw the door of his room opened wide.Obviously, the content of Skye's conversation is not related to ambiguity.And this is completely conceivable, after all, Skye always has an escaping attitude towards the relationship between them.

"I don't want to talk about it here." Skye also looked back at the door, "Mr. Bingley saw me staying with you last time. Can we change a place?"

Change another place?Change from my room to yours?

Darcy's astonished expression fully expressed what he was thinking.

After Skye finished speaking, he also realized the misunderstandings easily caused by the words.She added helplessly: "We can go to the garden downstairs to talk, the moonlight tonight is actually pretty good."

The more important reason is that the shadows of the whirling trees in Netherfield will be the best cover for conversations, and the empty garden can prevent their discussions from being heard by a third person.

Darcy looked at the weather outside. Although it was cold at night, he saw that Skye had already wrapped enough clothes, and it was more suitable for two single men and women to have a secret conversation in the garden than in the room.

So he stood up, picked up his overcoat from the hanger, and put it on besides the white shirt—he was a man who was very suitable for wearing a white shirt, but after adding a more erratic overcoat, he changed Even when Skye has something to discuss with him, Skye still appreciates the restraint in the past. Darcy looks really good-looking.

The two walked down the long aisle one after the other.Darcy tried to bring a candle, but Skye blew it out.

Shaking her head to Darcy in the dark, she whispered: "There are some things only for the night to know. We will be back soon."

But Skye overestimated Darcy's skill at walking in the dark.This gentleman stumbled in the corridor, walked a little faster, and when he turned around, he saw him pull down a long distance.

This way you can walk until dawn!

Skye had no choice but to turn back and hold Darcy's hand through the night: "Here."

A slight voice guided the direction, but maybe the contact between the two hands actually made Darcy even more lacking in direction.Black takes away most of people's senses, which makes the few remaining tactile senses clearer.

They walked down the red-carpeted stairs in the dark and into the garden below.

The surrounding view is wide, and no one can hide at all, only the cold wind runs through it. Although there is a large circular landscape in the middle, the shrubs that make the landscape are very short, so there is no way to hide people.

When the two of them were some distance away from the Netherfield main house, Skye stopped.Then she let go of Darcy's hands that were in sync with her own body temperature.

When Darcy's hand is held by someone, his whole body will give people the illusion of a large toy.What's more interesting is that based on the connection brought about by this hand-holding action, Darcy's obedience is unbelievable.

Skye quickly put aside all the messy thoughts. She ignored Darcy's obviously distracted state of mind and began to tell Darcy what Elsie went through.

Darcy's disturbed mind was distracted by Skye. He listened to Skye's statement and searched his memory for the content related to the surname 'Ante'.But the coming and going are just trivial and irrelevant details.There is no way to provide effective help, so Darcy can only ask Skye in turn: "What do you think he wants to do, do you need it..."

Skye interrupted the help Darcy wanted to provide. In her opinion, all Darcy could do was to investigate the details of the Ante family, but this was not the most important thing, nor was she the original intention of the conversation.

Skye looked into Darcy's eyes seriously, even though the eyes were very blurred by the night, "Someone is investigating me, I think you know about it, it's best...to be calm."

Don't talk about Sky Bookstore, don't talk about the contract, and don't say anything related to Skye.

Just these requirements.Skye worried about Darcy's integrity, after all the man was terribly honest in one respect.

"Do you think I'll tell others about you? It will have a bad influence on you later?" Darcy immediately recognized Skye's not-so-subtle expression.

He looked at Skye in disbelief, and his voice was a little raised due to his emotional disturbance.

The wind blew the bushes and shivered. Skye tried to wrap herself in the blanket, but the temperature of her body continued to drop... She pulled the sides of the blanket in opposite directions, which really blocked some cold wind. But more, it seems to be squeezing out his own conscience and the good intentions of others bit by bit.

Facing Darcy's questioning, Skye was dumbfounded for a long time.

When she realized that Darcy was willing to keep all the secrets for her, she felt another heavier burden.Darcy's feelings towards her are also very real, and even this feeling is more than hers, which becomes an unbearable burden.

Skye decided to interpret his previous words in a less sad way: "I didn't mean that...Only you know my secret. I believe you will help me. So..."

"So what?"

"I'm going back to London in a few days. Let me say goodbye in advance." Skye didn't say anything about trust or not.She bid farewell carefully, for fear of offending Darcy again.

Darcy's mood was restored somewhat by the sudden farewell.He thought about Skye's question seriously, and then said, "I'll go back with you."

"No!" Skye replied reflexively.

"Why?" Darcy frowned and said, "Since that person has held Elsie hostage, it means that you are also in some danger, not to mention that you always want Elsie to go back to study. Although I graduated from Cambridge, I know some Oxford graduates, I think they can help you a little bit."

"...I can handle all of these by myself." Skye didn't want Darcy to get involved in his own affairs.She has her own boundaries, as long as they don't overlap, they can always be kept safe.In order to increase his persuasiveness, Skye went on to say: "I also know some high-achieving students who graduated from Oxford... Some of them have interests in the Holt family, and I think they should be happy to write an essay for the future heir of the Holt family. A well-worded recommendation letter." So you don't need to be too entangled.

Darcy heard Skye say this.He looked at Skye many times with very serious eyes, even though the outline was extremely blurred.

Of the Holts, only Skye is in business.The so-called entanglement of interests is the connection between these people and Skye.And Skye alone can achieve such a point, and restore a declining industry from desolation, which is really touching...

Darcy felt a complex emotion surging in his heart.He couldn't find any words to express it carefully.In the end, he could only make a decision silently in his heart-after he went back, he had to write a long letter to Skye to express what he wanted to say but could not say.

As for the scene at this time, Darcy patted Skye on the shoulder abruptly, and said: "You... are fine."

This is a very rigid sentence.Colder than the wind, more puzzling than the moonlight.Skye didn't see the changes in Darcy's heart and expression in the dark, so he really didn't hear the praise or criticism of this sentence.

Skye looked at Darcy several times with a strange expression - of course he saw nothing.

Is this a compliment?

Well, let it be.

Skye gave up thinking about Darcy's complicated inner activities, and chose to go back to their respective rooms with Darcy one after the other.

This time I don't have my own guidance... and I don't have any candles. I hope that Mr. Fitzwilliam, Mr. Darcy with long legs, will not fall too badly...

After Skye and Darcy left, Netherfield's garden returned to a state of no one and no secrets.

However, the final truth barely emerges from the dead garden.A woman stepped out carefully from behind the bushes, she stumbled towards the main house, and soon disappeared under the cover of night.