[Pride and Prejudice] Sky Bookstore

In the evening, the pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed.

Today is the day the Duke of Ant died, but for ordinary people living in London, it seems that there is not much difference.

Skye sat on the sofa in the living room and hadn't moved for hours.When Anwen made some plans, Skye realized that he could not trust any of the servants in the villa.

"Miss, the black tea is cold again." This is the third time to change the black tea.There was a faint tea scent in the whole living room. Skye didn't like the smell of incense, so there was no strange smell of spices.

Skye was holding a book about the battle of Troy.This is the work of a Roman scholar in this century, and he provides a new perspective. When Skye picked it up and read it, he finally passed some time.

Reminded by the housekeeper, she looked up at the black tea in the cup.The pure white porcelain cup with dark red black tea reflected the huge crystal lamp above her head, as if blood and tears were mixed together, Skye's heart was also cold, she nodded indiscriminately, leaning on the sofa On, with a long sigh.

"Anwen is still upstairs?"

"Yes." The butler didn't have much communication with Skye.He only does what he should do. This old-fashioned thoughtfulness is what Skye needs most.

She thought of Anwen going downstairs awkwardly every day these days.He deliberately chose when Skye and Elsie were downstairs, and then walked down step by step in front of them.His valet wanted to help him, but he always refused, and looked at Skye with a sad look. It was obvious several times that he wanted Skye and Elsie to help him .But Skye thought of the great damage caused by his recklessness, Skye pulled Elsie, and they looked at Anwen, seeing how wronged he was.

Interesting things always seem to be interspersed in life.It's a pity that the good times don't last long.

Skye closed his eyes, wanting a short rest.

The time point that Anwen said is coming.Elsie went out in a fit of anger because he was too angry. Before he left, he had a big fight with Anwen upstairs, and he looked very angry.Skye didn't have the strength to argue with him, she was inexplicably guilty, but couldn't find a way to stand, but if Anwen wanted to do something, Skye was sure she would be able to find out.

All kinds of thoughts scattered and gathered in Skye's heart, and suddenly someone held her back.Skye opened her eyes, and she was surprised to see a servant grab her, and then her vision was reversed, and she realized that she had been carried on the shoulders.

"What are you doing!" Skye was in a bad mood.If this is Anwen's so-called plan, then he is too ridiculous!

The servant ignored him and walked forward.He seemed to be blind or deaf. During the few steps from the sofa in the living room to the door, several servants who came up to stop him were pushed to the ground by him.

The scenery in Skye's eyes kept receding.Her head was facing the direction of the stairs.It is the sense of smell that perceives danger before sight.A hint of fireworks was caught between the nostrils.With a very familiar but unknown premonition.The fire snaked its way down the converted staircase.

Even though his childhood memories are blurred, Skye somewhat still remembers the fire at Sky Bookstore.Countless collections of books did not cause such a rapid fire. The flames were faster than the waterfall, and in an instant, the entire carpet was ignited.

Skye was blinded by the blinding red and soot in front of him.She could feel that the person carrying her out was still moving forward firmly, and the outlines of the surrounding servants were completely shrouded in smoke.

The sound of flames burning furniture is not much different from burning wood, but there is a 'click'.Skye raised her head subconsciously following the direction of the sound. The chandelier on the ceiling that she always disliked fell from a high place. Even brushed Skye's cheek.

She had thought about how to remove this annoying chandelier countless times.She used to think that it was this chandelier that changed the layout of the room and made her careful arrangement into the aesthetics of the nouveau riche.But there really was such a day... there really was such a day when it crashed down.What it brings is not satisfaction, but a kind of regret after the curtain call.

Skye couldn't keep his eyes open due to the smoke.She felt liquid overflowing from her eye sockets, and her mind went blank. She heard someone shouting An Wen's name in a noisy environment. The voice was sad and sad, and her emotions were far beyond her own sister.

Then she realized it was her own voice.

Someone seemed to be calling her name, and Ska was put down in a daze, and she watched the servant leave in a daze, everything was messed up!

She fell to the ground and after a long time...

Anwen, still inside.

"Miss Skye Holt, we would like to ask you to go to the police station once." Skye sat on the steps opposite the fire point, together with the escaped servants, and heard someone talking to her.

She looked up and saw a man who looked like a policeman standing beside her at some point.

Oh, here comes the man Ante prepared.

"You can find my brother, I don't think I'm suitable to answer any questions now..." She regretted that she didn't drink that cup of black tea before, her throat smelled fishy, ​​and she wanted to vomit, but there was nothing she could do.

"I'm sorry, I think..." The policeman showed a sympathetic expression.Although Skye can't concentrate on thinking about too many problems now, she just knows that it has something to do with Anwen.

"Skye—!" Someone called her name again.Skye subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice.Someone was running towards her.She really hoped that this person was An Wen, but when she looked carefully, she found that it was Darcy.

"...Are you okay?" Darcy looked at Skye cautiously.He took out a white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully pressed the corner of Skye's eyebrows.

'hiss! ' Skye belatedly felt the pain.

"It's bleeding, you need to deal with it... everything will be fine." Mr. Darcy's comforting words are almost incoherent.Skye twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show that he was okay.But she failed, and later, she didn't have the energy to keep trying.

She pressed Mr. Darcy's hand, and carefully pulled out the handkerchief. There was a conspicuous red stain on the white handkerchief.When he was injured, Skye didn't have much memory.

She stood up stiffly from the steps, took Mr. Darcy's hand, and followed him forward.

Darcy should have come to Skye when he heard of the funeral.But today he unexpectedly encountered many urgent matters that had to be dealt with.Most of them were sent from Bloomberg early in the morning, but due to delays and business affairs of the postal agency, they had to be processed.

Even though he used the fastest speed to deal with those things, these weird squeezed official duties still took him most of the day.

When he saw Skye, he knew why.Someone deliberately delayed his trip and planned such a sensational thing.

"Anwen..." Skye muttered a word unconsciously.

When Darcy came over, he heard someone talking about Mr. Anwen.It seems that he was trapped on the second floor because of a broken leg, and it seems that when he was rescued, it was just a scorched corpse.

Mr. Darcy had long since seen the appearance of bodies being carried from the scene of the fire.Instead, what made him feel distressed was Skye's appearance. She sat dumbfounded among a group of servants, her hair was a little messy, and her entire face was blackened by smoke.There were also two more obvious marks from the corners of her eyes. She didn't cry at all, but it was even more distressing.

"Where's Elsie where we'll find Mr. Unwin? Did you see him?"

Darcy knew that Skye had no intention of urging him, but he was still helpless by Skye's distraught appearance.In the rush, if he could think of any way to divert Skye's attention, it was only her other relative.

"Elsie..." Skye regained consciousness a little.

It had been a while since the fire, and the broken string in her head was picked up a little bit.After thinking about it, she still said, "He's not at home... Maybe it's..."

"It's a very lucky thing." At least Skye is not alone.

"Maybe this was designed by someone early on." The cause and effect of the matter lingered in Skye's mind.This is no more incomprehensible than a little business. She is very familiar with every brick and tile in the Holt Villa that she personally renovated.The list of losses is compiled almost subconsciously.And the biggest loss, which cannot be calculated, was Anwen.

"Anwen is not such an accident-prone person. Maybe he was rescued and sent to the hospital?"

The odds were slim, but Skye could be comforted.

Skye shook her head, she smiled wryly, she avoided the wound at the corner of her eyebrows little by little, and wiped her face carefully.

The carriage started to move slowly, Skye suddenly thought of something, ignored Darcy's refusal, insisted on opening the curtain, and poked his head out.

——What caught Skye's eyes was a piece of smoke steaming on the ruins. The sun was setting and passers-by sighed, but all the incomparably vivid things were left behind and drifted away.