[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

The roads in the English countryside turn to dirt almost as soon as it rains.

The horse's hooves sank into the mud, and then pulled out violently from the soft mud. The two horses galloped across the grassland.

Lydia pinched the coat that Darcy had taken off in a gentlemanly manner and covered her head.

She tried her best to stay away from the chest of the man behind her, but the two hands holding the rope in front of her dangled in front of her eyes again, and Lydia could only shrink herself into a ball.

Bingley and Jane had already taken a step ahead, and she and Darcy were the only ones left on the vast grassland. Thinking of what she had just said to Jane, she didn't know how much Darcy had heard. This atmosphere really made her feel embarrassed.

The horse's rapid running made her buttocks feel a little numb, and she moved her body carefully.

"Don't move around." Under the wash of the rain, the thick male voice seemed a little inaudible, and his palm, which was still warm in the rain, pressed on his head, which made Lydia suddenly tremble all over. It became stiff and did not dare to move.

The rain was so heavy that it was difficult to walk on the Jaga road. Darcy thought for a while, then speeded up and rushed to the house where the farmers used to hide from the rain.

Lydia looked up at the man suspiciously, the rainwater slid down his chin, and happened to drip on her eyes, which made her squint all of a sudden.

Darcy comforted the horse and made it stop. He stepped on the stirrup, got off the horse at once, and tied it to the wooden stake beside him.

He looked up at Lydia who was wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his clothes. He didn't know if it was because of the rain just now, but his voice was also a little hoarse.

"Come down."

Lydia looked at him with blurry eyes, only to belatedly realize that there was no rain.

Darcy handed her a hand and helped her off the horse. Both of them were wet, which made him feel the temperature from her even more.

Darcy lowered his eyes and explained to her: "The rain is a bit too heavy. I plan to take you back when it is lighter."

Lydia tightened her clothes and nodded.

The two randomly found a corner and sat down, far away from each other.

The clothes with water stuck to her body made Lydia very uncomfortable. She stood up, twisted her clothes, and watched the sputtering water flow down, feeling much more comfortable.

Darcy followed Lydia's example and twisted his clothes. The two listened to the sound of rain outside, and their hands kept moving.

It was unknown who had just come and left the fire in the room. Darcy walked over, seeing that the spark was still alive, took a wooden stick from the wall and fiddled with it, and instructed Lydia to ask her to hold the fire next to her. Come here with a handful of hay.

Lydia responded and gave him the grass.

The house with the fire was much warmer, and they sat on both sides, leaning against the fire quietly.

As late autumn approached and the temperature was low, especially when it was still raining outside, Lydia felt drowsy from the fire.

Although Darcy didn't look at her, but beside him, it would be embarrassing for her to fall asleep like this. She looked at the pen next to Darcy's hand, and bravely spoke up.

"Mr. Darcy, are you back from hunting with Mr. Bingley?"

The girl's delicate voice sounded in this room, the sweet voice seemed tactful and pleasant, maybe it was the reaction of the two of them being alone in the room, Darcy turned his face to look at her gaze, and felt that he was I got a little nervous.

"Yes," he said.

Lydia had expected his indifference for a long time, but she didn't think anything of it. Just like what she said to Jane before, if Darcy talked to her in a nice voice, she would be surprised. Therefore, she He just curled up his lips and smiled.

Darcy stared at the dimple around her mouth for a moment, seeing that she stopped talking, he belatedly wondered if he was too cold.Although his perception of Lydia was poor before, it has gradually improved now, so he couldn't help but regret his attitude in his heart, and opened his mouth on his own initiative.

"Are you and Miss Bennet out for a walk?" Darcy originally wanted to soften his voice, but it was a pity that he was serious by nature and couldn't find any interesting topics, and even if he wanted to lower his voice when he said it , also brought out a questioning taste.

Lydia thought he was unhappy that she and Jane were talking about him behind his back, and it was indeed their fault for talking about others behind his back, so she sincerely apologized to his pair of brown eyes.

"sorry."

Different from just now, the girl's voice is obviously much more serious now, which made Darcy stunned for a moment before realizing that she was apologizing for what happened just now.

"It's okay." He didn't know what to say, and held back for a long time before opening his mouth.

Seeing his rigid expression, Lydia thought that he didn't want to talk to her out of face, so she turned her head wisely.

Darcy didn't know why she didn't speak for no reason, and he fiddled with the firewood pile with a branch in his hand.

The two waited until the rain outside gradually subsided, and the sky was almost dark, leaving only a slight twilight.

The sound of rain outside the house was sparse, and finally calmed down. Darcy just wanted to say let's go, but the girl interrupted him.

"Mr. Darcy." Lydia stood up and said with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness just now, but it would be bad if this kindness is misunderstood by others. I know you are the most afraid of trouble."

"Plus, it's not very far from Meryton here. I still remember the way, so I won't bother you."

Darcy grumbled in response.

Lydia just wanted to go out impatiently, but felt that it was not very good, so she turned around and asked him a few words.

"Then remember to take care of yourself, you just got caught in the rain."

After saying this, because she was afraid that it would be dark, Lydia ran out quickly, and Darcy's words "you too" were lost in her lips and teeth.

Lydia walked carefully through the puddles with her skirt in hand, only to realize that she forgot to return the coat she was wearing, and regretted her carelessness for a moment. The puddles she stepped on were of different depths. I saw my own little backyard.

He took off the clothes on his body and hid them. If Mrs. Bennet saw it, she would have to shout and scream again. She knew her mother too well.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a sharp cry came.

"Lydia!"

She helped her forehead and called helplessly: "Mom."