[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

During the second half of the dance, Lydia sat absent-mindedly in this small corner, and Mary also followed her, not wanting to be in the limelight.

Although that heart would still stir up from time to time, Mary still firmly suppressed it.

Not every time, Lydia was so kind to help her out.

Thinking of the ridicule of those people, Mary only felt that her face was about to turn red again.

Even though Collins had heard what Lydia said just now, he still acted like a normal person. When he saw Lydia, his eyes lit up. He originally wanted to go straight up and continue to stalk, but looked at Lydia, for some reason, he recalled that cold face again, trembling in his heart, and retracted his legs that were about to move over there.

Lydia's eyes looked at Collins who wanted to come over but didn't dare to come over. She didn't expect that her cold face could make Collins shy away. If she knew that pulling a face down would have this additional effect, she would I wish I was like Darcy, exuding air-conditioning every day.

Maybe it was really impossible to tell others, Darcy's name had just passed Lydia's mind for a while, and she saw him walking in the direction she and Collins left.

His face was full of absent-mindedness, and his sleeves were still a little wrinkled. He raised his eyes occasionally, and unexpectedly collided with Lydia's visiting eyes.

Both of them retracted their gazes at the same time.

When Lydia saw Darcy, she felt a little nervous. She couldn't tell what it was like. It was a matter that had nothing to do with Darcy, but because of the possibility of being heard by him, she became nervous. It's not her who is eavesdropping! !

She bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, for some reason she felt a little guilty and turned her head away, lightly patted Mary beside her, and pointed in a random direction without looking at her, explain.

"I want to go over there and have a look, do you want to come together?"

Naturally, Mary happily agreed, so the two of them got up together, and walked towards that side arm in arm.

Darcy naturally saw her movement, his eyes dimmed, and he watched Lydia walking towards where Collins was.

Lydia didn't expect that she pointed at Collins casually, and her face, which was still slightly smiling, stagnated. She only thought that God must have had a lot of fun playing with her today, but when she thought of Da Darcy, she still braced herself and straightened her back, imitating the cold and arrogant look on Darcy's face in the past, and walked past Collins.

Collins, who thought Lydia had changed his mind, was about to dance around, but seeing the look on her face, he shrank all of a sudden.

The expression on her face inexplicably reminded Collins of a gentleman. Looking behind Lydia, he could clearly see a man staring at him with a frown, no, maybe it wasn't him .

This weird association made his body tremble a bit, and he suppressed his unstoppable thoughts, intending to ask Mrs. Bennet again about her daughter.

Leaving aside what Collins was thinking, Lydia, who saw her mother, instantly felt that she was going to sharpen her knife and slammed at Mrs. Bennet.

She took Mary's hand, and the burning sensation of her tight grip almost made Mary's delicate face flush again.

She screamed in her heart, she just felt that her reaction was not very good, but it was said in the book...

Lydia didn't know what her sister was thinking. She approached Mrs. Bennet step by step, staring at her without speaking.

Mrs. Bennet was stared at inexplicably and felt a little guilty. She touched her nose: "What's the matter? Baby Lydia?"

"Mom." Lydia's soft and sweet voice made Mrs. Bennet a little scared: "Mr. Collins just came to talk to me a lot."

"Really? Haha." Mrs. Bennet pretended to be humorous, but in the end she was defeated by her daughter's eyes.

Lydia continued to look at her with a smile: "You don't want to know, what did he talk to me about?"

Mrs. Bennet's eyes drifted: "You young people really don't need to tell me about it. You know, I won't interfere with your needs to make friends."

"Of course, you even encouraged it." Lydia said empathetically.

Mrs. Bennet was dissatisfied with her daughter's words, and she muttered, "Lydia, this is for your own good."

"Mom." Lydia said to her: "I know your kindness, but I hope you can think about it seriously."

"I've thought about it!" Mrs. Bennet murmured, "I'll let Collins choose. Who knows he will choose you."

Mrs. Bennet coaxed her again: "In this way, it means that you are also very good. Besides, Collins is not bad. Although he is annoying in some places, but think about his property!"

Lydia knew that her mother's thinking was deeply rooted, and the principle of a good marriage, first of all, is that a man should have sufficient income. Of course, her mother might even think that the income should Nothing important either.

After all, becoming an old girl is a bad thing.

Seeing Lydia's complexion, Bennet thought to himself that there was another Mr. Darcy anyway, but in this way, the risk of Lydia getting married was much greater, but fortunately she was young and could withstand troubles, so , from a certain point of view, Mrs. Bennet's small calculation is also very shrewd.

"Okay, Lydia, actually I don't think Collins is good enough, don't worry, I'll make it clear to him as soon as I get back." Mrs. Bennet changed her tone quickly and assured Lydia sternly.

Lydia didn't have any hope for her mother's sloppy attitude, she just hoped that she wouldn't be moved by Collins again, she nodded, turned and left here, and stood in a more secluded corner on the other side , thinking about something quietly.

Darcy went back upstairs and changed his clothes, and when he got downstairs, he turned around and saw Lydia leaning against the wall with her eyes downcast.

The flickering candlelight reflected her face very dimly, which made Darcy's heart beat slightly.

He came over and called softly; "Miss Lydia."

Lydia's contemplation was interrupted, she looked at the man in front of her as if she was fragmented, she really couldn't imagine how she would meet him again.

"Mr. Darcy." She thought for a while, and decided to pre-emptively strike: "You just... heard the conversation between me and Mr. Collins?"

For some reason, Lydia always felt an inexplicable sense of shame when she asked.

Darcy's fingers moved. For some reason, he finally couldn't lie to the person in front of him. He remained silent for a while, expressing his attitude silently.

As soon as Lydia saw his reaction, she understood in her heart. She was somewhat calm about the result, thinking that it was no big deal, but she still couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But she thought about it again, why did Darcy sneak out with them, this strange behavior made her unable to hold back the curiosity in her heart, and asked out.

"So, can I ask you a question, you...at that time...why did you go there suddenly?"

Lydia was already prepared that he would not answer this question, but she didn't expect to hear the man's deep voice.

"I was a little uneasy when I saw Collins calling you over."

There is nothing to worry about! ! ! !Lydia never thought that the answer would be this. She had been imagining it wildly, but this answer obviously made her feel that she was thinking too much.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Mr. Darcy." She lowered her eyebrows and said politely to Darcy, "Then I'll go first."

As soon as she took a step, she heard Darcy's hesitant voice.

"So, will you allow me to ask a question?" She turned her head and looked at him.

"Ask what? Mr. Darcy?" Darcy turned his head away from Lydia's gaze.

"Are you... planning to agree to Mr. Collins' marriage proposal?" Darcy's heart clenched every time he uttered a word.

Lydia really didn't expect Darcy to think that even a boring gourd like Darcy would be curious. She raised her eyebrows, and her already beautiful appearance became more energetic at this time.

Darcy looked at her nervously, his hands clenched into fists.

"First of all, I'm very surprised by your curiosity." Lydia rarely saw Darcy look so nervous, and wanted to tease him.

What should I do if I suddenly feel that I like and dislike fun!

But seeing Darcy's tangled expression, Lydia found it very amusing.

"However, I think I should..." Will not agree.

"Please stop!"

Lydia, who was suddenly interrupted, looked at Darcy who seemed to have experienced some struggle.

"I think, perhaps, what I'm saying now, yes, may make you feel a little nonsensical." Darcy didn't know what he wanted to express, and he didn't think he wanted to hear the last words from Lydia's pretty red lips. Those two words.

"However, I still beg you to listen, Miss Lydia." Every word he uttered seemed to have experienced a big decision.

"In fact, I also feel that my emotions are inexplicable, but I can't deny it, even though I want to deny it so much."

After the initial excited fits and starts, Darcy soon returned to his fluent narration.

"Well, I mean, I mean, of course you may understand me. When I used to look at other people, I always felt inexplicable, but now, I may understand a little bit."

"When this happens to me, I have to admit, it overwhelms me, and the more I look at you, the more overwhelmed I am."

"Many things, including the distance between us, our social relationship, and the people we interact with, have made me regress. I have also avoided you, but I found that there are some things that cannot be avoided, Miss Lydia .”

Now Darcy was looking straight at her, and he gritted his teeth, which made Lydia's somewhat dazed eyes subconsciously shift to his broad shoulders.

Lydia felt that she was a little confused this time.