[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

Jane watched Lydia draw out a deck of cards like a magic trick, and the words that were about to refuse came to her lips, but looking at her expectant eyes, she couldn't say anything. It became difficult to spit out: "Okay."

Lydia spread out the cards with a happy smile, but after all, bridge is a two-on-two four-player game, and it is unrealistic to want to play. She rolled her eyes, and suddenly thought that there was another person in the family.

"Jane, wait for me for a while." Lydia said to her, and went up the stairs with her hand. Jane watched Lydia's figure going up the stairs, her slightly long skirt sliding on the floor, and her graceful back unexpectedly appeared. Bring out a bit of elegance that doesn't match it.

Is this still the Lydia who bluffs every day?Jane became slightly confused.

Lydia knocked lightly on the door of Mary's room, and the door was snapped open by the people inside.

"What's the matter?" Mary pushed the eyes that she only wears when reading, because with glasses on, she looks much duller.

Lydia glanced at her books, and felt that her sister's title of bookworm was really at home. Apart from showing off, Mary probably also sincerely loved reading, but she was always misunderstood.

Lydia, who was a few years older than her in mental age, couldn't help feeling sorry for this silent girl.

"Are you free now?" Lydia was the first to express her affection for her, smiling kindly.

Mary was puzzled by the friendliness of her own sister, who had always been an invisible figure in the family, and Jane and Elizabeth were good, and Kitty followed Lydia, but she was alone, although she felt that after a long time. It's nothing, but seeing them all laughing and joking, but I can only plunge into the sea of ​​books.

She lowered her eyes, and the faint thought in her heart made her not want to refuse this kindness, so she nodded towards Lydia: "Yes."

"That's great, I need you so much!" Lydia held her hand, and Mary was overwhelmed by the sudden closeness. She was nervous, but her face became calmer.

Lydia took her downstairs and explained to her.

"Don't you think it's too boring?" Lydia's voice was sweet like a girl's, which made Mary's heart soften. If so, let's go on.

"There is a little bit." Mary said seriously: "However, I think you can read more books to increase your mind, after all, there are wonderful things in the book that you can't imagine."

Talking about the things she likes, Mary's eyes sparkled a little, and her originally delicate face looked extremely beautiful.

She secretly looked at Lydia nervously, afraid that she would lose her temper because of her admonishing words, but strangely, Lydia kept looking at her with a smile, which made Mary feel more relaxed. She looked at the two The white and tender hands that were held together, although Lydia is the younger sister, but her fingers are long and slender, holding her hand tightly.

This feeling of intimacy made Mary a little reluctant to let go, she was a little lonely for too long.

Thinking of what she had just blurted out to persuade her to read more, Mary began to worry that Lydia might misunderstand her.

Fortunately, Lydia didn't care about her words at all, and just smiled and invited her to play cards.

Mary frowned slightly, but agreed to her anyway.

Jane just watched Lydia pull down the most taciturn sister in the family. She originally hoped that Mary would reject her, and then she would not have to play anymore.

"Lydia, there are only three of us." Jane said to her.

Lydia went to sit opposite her and shuffled the cards smoothly.

"I know." She sorted out the cards and said with great interest, "So let me teach you a new game today."

Jane and Mary looked at each other, feeling helpless at Lydia's sudden thought.

But Jane's worries about the arrival of Mr. Bingley, whom she had never met, eased a little. She frowned and looked at Lydia who was concentrating on shuffling the cards.

"———Ah!" There was an exclamation in a low voice from outside the door, and the door was pushed open by Kitty, and she looked excitedly at the people in the room who were looking at her.

"What's the matter, Kitty?" said Jane.

Lydia, who thought it was Mrs. Bennet, silently hid the cards until she saw that it was Kitty, and she was silently relieved.

Had Mrs. Bennet been involved, she would have spent the whole day in her neuralgia.

Kitty took a sip of water from the cup next to her, and her dry throat finally felt better. She began to dance and gesture to her sisters what she had just seen.

"Do you know?" Her tone was mysterious. Seeing Jane and Mary, she looked curious, but Lydia did not show curiosity. This made Kitty hum in her heart. She turned her head and ignored Lidia on purpose. Ya, she spoke loudly to Jane and the others.

Lydia moved her ears, Kitty's voice was probably loud enough to be heard outside.

"I saw that Mr. Bingley," she said triumphantly.

Jane's heart became tense again, she hoped that the younger sister would spit out more words, and Mary was also very curious about this rich young master.

Kitty took a peek at Lydia, who was indifferent even after hearing Mr. Bingley's name, and felt that she ran back so tired just to talk to her, but she didn't expect her to ignore her. Feeling sick.

"He is wearing a blue coat and riding a black..." There was a rattling sound of horses in the yard, and without Kitty's further words, Jane and Mary couldn't help but groped to the window to see this gentleman.

Since Kitty had seen the face of Mr. Bingley long ago, she was only interested in the red uniform, but when she saw that Mr. Bingley lifted the veil of mystery, she had no interest in him either.

She hesitated again and again, but still sat down beside Lydia.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

Lydia turned the pages of the book boredly: "No."

"Why? Maybe he might even take a fancy to you." Kitty's tone was a little sour.

Lydia glanced at her with a half-smile, and Kitty blushed immediately, kicked her foot bitterly, and she swore to God in her heart that she would never talk to the annoying Lydia again.

**

Bingley had heard about the beauties of the Bennetts' daughters from the first moment he came to Meryton. He had always had a great affection for beautiful things, and he wanted to take this opportunity of his visit to see them. The true faces of several beautiful girls.

He dismounted, and a servant came to help him tie the rein to the post, and Bingley thanked him in a very good mood.

Mr. Bennet always came out of the house to greet him at the end. Unlike Mrs. Bennet who surrounded Bingley, he knew in his heart that this gentleman would never take a fancy to his stupid and arrogant daughter. Even though he will be stunned by Lydia's glamorous skin for a while, he will eventually see through her true nature.

As for Jane and Liz, of course it is another matter.

The sparkling look in Bingley's eyes dimmed when he saw that Mr. Bennet was the only one. Fortunately, he was kind and kind. Besides, he was just curious about these ladies, and disappointment came and went quickly. He followed Bennet Mr. Te walked into the study, and when he turned a corner, he saw a skirt embroidered with lace dragging quickly.

This made him feel more fond of the ladies of the Bennet family, and began to look forward to meeting them at the ball.

"How, did you see it?" Kitty asked, looking at Jane and Mary who were reluctant to leave the window.

Mary's tone was a little disappointed: "I didn't see the face clearly."

Kitty snorted twice: "You can see it at the dance."

Jane's mind has been drawn away by that figure, she can't help but start to look forward to the dance, to get rid of the thoughts in her mind, she looked at the empty sofa next to Kitty: "Where's Lydia?"

"I don't know!" Kitty pouted and ran out.

Lydia went back to the room with the book in her arms. The afternoon sun came in through the glass. She walked over to close the drafty window, sorted out the small notebook in the drawer, picked up a pen and dipped some ink on the paper she just wrote. Added what came to mind.

She counted the pennies in the box, and with the pennies knocked from everywhere, especially from her mother, Mrs. Bennet, she barely managed to buy what she wanted.

She was in a good mood, and her long and narrow eyes were shining.

She kept this good mood and lazily read a book on the bed until Kitty knocked on her door.

"What's the matter?" As soon as Lydia opened the door, she saw Kitty's awkward expression. The awkward Kitty could easily be associated with Tsundere, and the corners of Lydia's mouth curled.

Kitty really felt that Lydia was becoming more and more like a sister than her, and she snorted dissatisfied.

"Mom told me to tell you to go down to dinner."

"...Okay." Lydia felt a little pain in her stomach at the thought of receiving that kind of messy food again.

Sure enough, the food is still the same as before.

She put down the fork in her hand and started to drink the soup. The bland taste of water made her move slightly, and she put a little salt to taste.

Lydia felt that she could think about how to satisfy her appetite. If she only drank soup and potatoes like this, it probably made her want to vomit when she saw potatoes in the future.

Mrs. Bennet sipped her soup, much to her displeasure at not being able to see the handsome Mr. Bingley, as her good gentleman had sent her out that afternoon.

"My dear sir, you must know that at my age, there is nothing that makes me as happy as meeting a new friend." Mrs. Bennet couldn't help speaking with a bit of yin and yang: "But how you behaved in the afternoon It deeply hurt my fragile nerves!"

Mr. Bennet ate what was on his plate intently, turning a blind eye to his wife's words.

Mrs. Bennet felt even more uncomfortable. She inserted the potatoes on the plate indignantly, but the thought of the dance the next night slowed her down.

She looked lovingly at Lydia who was sipping the soup, her long shiny hair, and the dim candlelight shining on her face, making her skin extremely delicate and smooth.

Looking at her very beautiful little daughter, Mrs. Bennet was triumphant.

"I bet, Lydia, my darling, though you are the youngest, I am sure Mr. Bingley will ask you to dance first at the ball."

Looking at the glances of Jane and Elizabeth, Lydia already had a certain understanding of her mother's skill in mobilizing hatred.

After dinner, Mrs. Bennet tried endlessly to find out some information about Mr. Bingley from her husband. Unfortunately, Mr. Bennet's mouth was closed tightly like a clam. Mrs. Bennet asked In a hurry, he returned perfunctorily.

"You'll know at the dance."

Mrs. Bennet was resentful, and apart from Lydia, the other daughters who were interested in Bingley were also disappointed.

Saying good night to each other, Lydia went to the bathroom to get a towel, and thanked the helper who brought in the water.

Ignoring her almost terrified eyes, Lydia closed it happily, and began to lie in the hot water and take a bath.

She let out a long sigh.

It's really... the wife is so cool.