[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

Mrs. Philip likes to put her mind into her own home, so although such a garden is not as exquisitely tailored as that of Pemberley and Rosings Manor, it can still be regarded as unique and original.

Lydia didn't expect her aunt to have such a talent. Looking at the well-trimmed flowers and plants, she couldn't help but look at the fat lady differently in her heart.

Although Darcy also felt that it was rare for a country woman to manage the garden so impressively, but after all, he had seen many more amazing things than this, and he didn't make a fuss about it.

The soft sunlight sprinkled evenly on her pretty face. Looking at it from Darcy's angle, one could just see the fine fluff on her ears illuminated by the sunlight.

Although he thought it was extremely cute in his heart, he still nervously concealed his emotions, and stepped forward a few steps to be parallel with Lydia.

The embarrassment of being alone with a man is unimaginable, but when she turned her head and thought of Collins' face, Lydia quickly suppressed her reluctance.

Darcy's icy face now looked amiable, too, and Lydia, remembering Collins's sudden frenzy of enthusiasm for her, made up her mind to stay out a little longer.

Lydia's eyes flickered, and there was a little smile on her face: "Mr. Darcy, I wonder if you are satisfied with your life in Nigerpei?"

"Well... very pleasant." Darcy paused: "Whether it's the people or the scenery, they are all very pleasant."

Lydia smiled even more. She thought that if this conversation continued, maybe it would be just before the meal, so that she could avoid Collins and sit far away from him.

Darcy mistakenly took the smile on her face as an encouragement for this conversation, which made him nervous and excited at the same time. On the one hand, he wanted to escape this strange emotion, but on the other hand, he understood that he was very interested in this conversation. The lady's "curiosity" has far exceeded this range.

How did he come to this conclusion? He didn't know where he got it from. It was because the sun was too warm, and maybe the girl's smile was too distracting. He immediately forgot those things that should be avoided. Thinking about it, he plucked up his courage and asked: "But I think the scenery in Pemberley is also very good. The best time is in spring and summer. To be honest, if you have time, you might as well go there and have a look. I believe that You'll be very happy there."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Darcy felt that he was too reckless, and his heart could not help but fluctuate up and down, and his complexion also changed a lot.

Listening to his polite words, Lydia didn't say much, but asked lightly and playfully, "Really, Mr. Darcy?"

The girl's voice ticked mischievously at the end of the sentence, which made Darcy couldn't help laughing. He was in a good mood, and continued: "I also have a younger sister named Georgiana Darcy. You are about the same age. I'm sure you'll get along well."

When it came to his sister, Darcy's nervousness relaxed. Just as he said, he believed that Lydia would get along well with Georgiana.

After all, she is so eloquent, lively and cute everywhere, if you remove the prejudice against her appearance, she is definitely a very lovable young girl.

Darcy was a little annoyed that he had misunderstood her at the beginning, thinking that there was no reason for it at all. The gossip in the village rendered a lively, cheerful, youthful girl as a disgusting young girl.

Thinking of those gossip and gossip, and looking at the smiling girl standing in front of him, Darcy felt that his heart softened slightly, and the lines of his face that had been tense due to excessive tension relaxed.

It was rare for Lydia to see the gentle look of this gentleman, and when she saw his soft expression when he mentioned his sister, she couldn't help being deeply curious about that Miss Darcy again.

But having said that, the soft-faced Darcy is also a bit cute.

While her gaze swept across the man's sharp eyebrows, she was thinking about her evaluation of his cuteness. She just felt that the gentleman in front of her knew what she was thinking, so she probably would educate her with a dark face.

However, he probably doesn't know what Mengmengda means.Lydia smiled from the corners of her eyes.

The two of them couldn't agree with each other, but they still looked at each other tacitly. They both laughed, and Darcy curled the corners of his lips in a reserved manner, but for him, this was already very rare. something happened.

Seeing Lydia's bright smile, he felt much better even though he knew he would run into Wickham later.

Both of them walked forward slowly, and they could see a small pond not far away through the surrounding fence.

Lydia took a few quick steps forward with great interest, but before she could appreciate it, a sense of pressure behind her caught her attention. She turned around and grabbed him with both hands. coat.

This is definitely the most difficult thing for Darcy to talk about. No matter how you take care of the country garden, your attention will be focused on the exquisitely trimmed flowers and trees.

He was so focused on recalling Lydia's smile that he forgot to pay attention to his feet, and accidentally tripped over a rock. Fortunately, his leisurely hunting life from time to time made him react quickly. He reacted quickly, and Lydia held him in front, and stood up straight.

And this kind of scene, if it is in an opera, it will never be the reversed appearance of this man and woman. This kind of sudden accident made him a little embarrassed in front of Lydia, but soon, he thought of supporting himself The young girl asked Lydia in front of her with concern.

"Are you okay? Miss Lydia." Darcy frowned, as if her heart was tightly held by a delicate hand, and looked at her slightly red fingers.

Maybe it's because the person in front of her pays attention to her body. The thin-looking Darcy is not as light as she looks. Lydia can recall the tight muscles she touched in her panic, and it is precisely because of this that she originally Lydia, who thought it would be easy to support him, felt that her hand really hurt a little.

"It's okay, sir." Lydia nodded towards him. Although it was a little painful, it was not serious because of Darcy's quick response.

"What are you doing?" Kitty poked her head out from the door, looked at their weird atmosphere curiously, but then said excitedly to Lydia, "Mr. Wickham is here!"