[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

Just as Chinese people have more or less porcelain in their homes, Westerners will definitely hang a few oil paintings in their homes as a prestige, so it is not surprising to see people selling oil paintings in the market.

Compared with the highly developed literature in Britain, art and the like are still in their infancy.

There are several paintings scattered on the wooden table in the distance, which are different from the brightly colored paintings that most people like, and there is an oil painting inside that is unique.

Lydia let out a soft "Huh", and walked over with her skirt in her hands, regardless of the embarrassing atmosphere around her.

Darcy's gaze also followed her to the booth, watching the young lady scrutinizing a painting carefully.

Perhaps because she felt that her attitude was too serious, Darcy unexpectedly aroused a faint curiosity in his heart, and walked to her side.

Seeing that they were all gone, Kitty hurriedly followed, interrupting Lydia from touching the heavy paint.

"What's the matter, Lydia?" Kitty asked.

Lydia's pink lips curved into a beautiful arc: "I just think this painting is not bad."

It seemed to Darcy that the young lady's taste was quite peculiar, and quite different from the tastes of ordinary young girls.Influenced by art since he was a child, he naturally saw that this painting uses triangular and three-dimensional light to highlight the faces of the characters.It's just that the background is too dark, which makes it look a bit depressing.

"What's the matter?" The stall owner came out, looked at the painting in the hands of the girl surrounded by the middle, and saw the two men next to him dressed in bright clothes, so he couldn't help raising the price a bit.

"It's two pounds for the picture," he said, with a grin on his fat face.

In an age when a single lady can live comfortably on £50, paintings just for decoration are a bit too expensive.

Apparently Kitty thought so too.

Before Lydia could speak, Kitty, the little bargaining expert, spoke.

"It's too expensive, Harlem. Anyway, we are all from the same town. Who are you lying to?"

Lydia found herself bluffing in love with Kitty.

She squeezed the two pounds that she managed to save in her handbag, and seeing the 15 shillings that the fat-faced boss spat out with a grimace, she decisively took out the money and bought it.

She stroked the painting in her hand, and even looked at Mr. Darcy not so annoyingly anymore.

Kitty was surprised to see that Lydia, who would never spend a penny on it, bought it. She thought she was just pretending to understand the art in front of Mr. Darcy, but unexpectedly bought it Well, it was a miracle for Lydia who only knew how to spend money on that pile of lace.

She turned around Lydia and that annoying Darcy with a strange expression. How could Lydia really be stunned by him?

This curiosity was wiped away by Kitty's sudden recollection of the dreadful fact that Lydia, who had spent money, had no money to lend her for lace, after the two of them had walked together to the hat shop.

Kitty glanced sideways at Lydia, who was exuding a good mood holding an unknown painting, and gave up a few lace headbands that she had already taken a fancy to with a sad look on her face.

Lydia carefully held the painting in her hand. After checking it repeatedly, she could almost guarantee that it was a portrait made by Rembrandt.

Although the seventeenth-century painter had a miserable life in his later years, in the next 100 years, that is, in her era, many painters called them the master of chiaroscuro who had a great influence on them. A painting bought for 15 shillings is nothing more than a good price.

Thinking of having a little security in her future life, Lydia couldn't help squinting her eyes, with the corners of her eyes slightly raised, and giggled while holding the painting in her hand. Darcy was blindly told in the market to say goodbye.

Bingley, who already had a beauty like Jane in his heart, had to watch her receding back and admire her to Darcy beside him.

Darcy couldn't deny it, frowning, staring at the path strangely.

As soon as Lydia, who returned home contentedly, was caught by Mrs. Bennett, who had just returned from a contented show at Luska's house, as soon as she entered the house.

"My lovely Lydia." Mrs. Bennet swallowed, and said in a cheerful voice, "soon you will have a brother-in-law with an annual income of five thousand pounds."

Jane was sitting beside her sewing quietly, her fingers trembled slightly when she heard her mother's words, her face was blushing.

Elizabeth glanced at her mother, then shifted the topic to Lydia: "Lydia, what did you buy?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Lydia who was holding a painting in her hand.

"I bought the painting, Mom." Avoiding Mrs. Bennet's attempt to come and see, Lydia deftly passed her and went into her room.

When she went downstairs after hiding her things, the topic had already changed.

Mrs. Bennet was slightly exaggeratedly mentioning to the surrounding daughters another dance party that the Luska family will hold in the future.

"They did this because they wanted to marry Charlotte quickly. If you ask me, it's unnecessary. If a man has a little bit of taste, he probably won't fall in love with that kind of woman."

Lydia frowned. Although she knew that her mother hadn't kept the door open, she said too much.

"Mom, what's the matter with Charlotte? Although she is 26 years old, she does all the housework in the Luska family. If you ask me, it would be great if that man got her favor. Family matters No need to bother."

Elizabeth was a little surprised. She really didn't expect that Lydia, who has always been pampered, would defend others. This is strange. These words made her feel better about Lydia. Look at her appearance these days , It is also very different from before, it is like a different person.

"That's right, Mom, Charlotte is smart and sensitive. I don't know how good she is." Elizabeth also spoke out, speaking for her friend.

The words of the two made Mrs. Bennet's nerves ache with anger, and she mumbled loudly: "If you ask me, if either of you can't get married at the age of 26, it will be a shame! Lydia, you Just follow Liz and piss me off!"

As the saying goes, old children, old children, seeing Mrs. Bennet like this, remembering Mrs. Bennet's preference for her in the past, Lydia hurried up to coax her again, and finally coaxed her well.

The lunch was quite satisfying, and since Lydia had painstakingly explained to Salehi the few dishes she came up with, she was finally not hungry.The Bennet family also expressed high satisfaction with the new dishes of their own family. Even Mr. Bennet, who has always been rigid, praised this little daughter who only knows how to be mischievous.

Lydia, of course, readily accepted.