[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

"Good morning, Mr. Darcy."

The young man looked at her for a while before replying slowly.

"Hello, Miss Elizabeth."

He even recognized me.Elizabeth thought to herself.She hesitated and said, "If you don't mind, I want to clean my face first."

"Of course, please." Mr. Darcy stood aside in a gentlemanly manner. At this time, a shiny doberman came running over. When he saw Elizabeth, he didn't growl, but slowed down when he was about to approach her. Speed, at last, was thus seated beside Mr. Darcy, looking quietly at Elizabeth with a pair of almond-shaped eyes, looking unexpectedly as haughty as his master.

Elizabeth endured the sight of the dog and wiped her face with a handkerchief by the lake.When she finished turning around, she was taken aback by the Doberman suddenly appearing behind her, and just as she was about to fall into the lake, Mr. Darcy stretched out his hand to give her a hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth thanked, and then turned her head to the beautiful Doberman, deliberately using a respectful and reproachful tone, "I was almost scared to death by you, sir."

"You say sir, but it may be a lady." Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth up in a gentlemanly manner.

"I don't think it looks like a beautiful young man." Elizabeth laughed.

"What's its name?"

"Buck."

"What a resounding name!" Elizabeth exclaimed, and then asked excitedly.

"Do you think it will allow me to touch it?"

"You can try."

Elizabeth nodded, then squatted down, stretched out her hand and approached the Doberman, and then let her eyes meet the other's level. Then, she lightly touched the Doberman's jaw, and the latter just obediently sitting.

Mr. Darcy gave the blond girl a strange look, but said nothing.

The Doberman obviously felt that the contact was over, so he started to get up and follow his master again.

"It's so cute, you've raised it so well." Elizabeth said enviously.

"It sounds like you like dogs."

"Yes." Elizabeth smiled, and then said with some melancholy, "It's a pity that my mother doesn't like it. She has zero tolerance for dog hair."

They started to take a walk along the lake, and Mr. Buck followed aside reservedly. Its ears were always erected alertly, and its eyes seemed to be always observing the surroundings, but it always stopped slightly when people mentioned it. , seems to be paying attention to other people's evaluation of it.

Elizabeth learned a lot about Mr. Barker from Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy answered her patiently, uncharacteristically.But just when she didn't have any information to know, Mr. Darcy spoke.

"Forgive me for your makeup just now, if possible, I would like to know why."

"Oh, of course, well, I mean yes, although it's a little embarrassing." Elizabeth wrinkled her nose, and then began to explain the ins and outs of the matter to Mr. Darcy.

"I have to say it's not a very good thing to do," remarked Mr. Darcy, and Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders.

"But it worked out pretty well," she said, with carelessness and a touch of sarcasm.

"Guys always see a girl on the outside first and never care about what's on the inside. If a girl has a bit of intelligence, they think it's kind of scary, because they always think it's wrong, like women shouldn't be. It's like putting something in your head."

"You tell me this, don't you think that as a man, I think so too?"

"Ah!" Elizabeth sighed softly, stopped, licked the hair blown by the wind on her cheeks, and then said with a smile, "Do you know it, Mr. Darcy."

"Why wouldn't I?" The man's blue eyes were like Dauberman's, locking her firmly.

The smile on the girl's cheeks subsided, and those slender but energetic eyes looked at each other, and instead of answering, she repeated a sentence.

"Will you, sir."

The man's eyes stared at her for a long time, until the scorching air suddenly had a hint of coolness, and the scorching sun was covered by clouds before moving away.

"I won't," replied Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth looked at the other side's handsome side face and smiled sincerely.

"Why, sir."

"You have a lot of questions today, Miss Elizabeth." The man glanced at her, Elizabeth blinked, and argued.

"No, Mr. Darcy, in general, I only asked two questions. One is Mr. Barker, and the other is the question we are arguing about. The others should only belong to the completion of their information."

"You do like arguments, miss," said Mr. Darcy, in a mocking tone.

"But I think you enjoy it." She paused, and then added frankly, "Me too, Mr. Darcy."

"It's rare to hear you compliment me."

"If you like, I can say a lot, but I think you want me to tell the truth, to be honest." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, and the confident look made the man look at her more.

"You're right, miss. I'm a very strange person. I'm not happy about those who flatter me, but I'm also not happy about those who actually criticize me."

The man spoke in a calm tone, and the curvature of his jaw always seemed to maintain this sometimes cold and loose look, which made you unable to grasp what he was thinking.Just like now, he talked about his shortcomings so frankly to others, but never showed the slightest apology. He looked so arrogant from the beginning to the end, but this arrogance will never be just annoying.

"It sounds like you are really difficult to get along with." Elizabeth said relaxedly, and Mr. Darcy raised the corners of his lips when he heard this. The smile was faint but comfortable, as if sent by the hot summer cool breeze.

"Indeed, one of the things people say to me the most is, 'Look, sir, you're very arrogant'," said Mr. Darcy in an exaggerated tone, and Elizabeth, amused again, said bluntly. .

"You have to add a little bit to your comments, some are vengeful."

"You summed it up very well, and I usually don't miss these two points in my perception of myself."

As they walked on, Elizabeth brought the subject back.

"You have not answered me, Mr. Darcy."

"Is that important to you?" the man asked, and Elizabeth froze for a moment, answering a little uncomfortable.

"You are something special among people I know. We had some prejudices against each other at first, but now, when we remove those prejudices, I think some of your views and words are very similar to mine. I would love to talk to you, after all , you are one of the few people I can talk to."

"Sounds like I'm your friend."

"If you like." Elizabeth smiled.

"Of course, it is my pleasure, Miss Elizabeth."

"So, can you answer me now?"

"Yes." Mr. Darcy nodded slightly, and his pace obviously slowed down. Obviously, he was very cautious about how to answer the girl in front of him.

"Since you attach so much importance to this question, I must answer you carefully. Before you said this, I didn't think about it. You said that the first impression a man has on a woman is appearance. I think this is true regardless of gender. They should all be universal. Beauty exists because it is pleasing to the eye, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

"Yes, I agree with you on that."

"However, what you care most about is that men are smart about women. I can only say that every husband will not want his wife to be a possessor. There are other skills besides being smart to please him. But it just shows that many men are so cowardly that they dare not accept that their wives are more capable than him. I think this is a bit ridiculous."

The man's tone was sarcasm, but not intense. It can be seen that he is a person who can restrain his temper.

"I think it's pathetic to rule over a bunch of fools because you're not smart enough, and to think you're smart enough. But at the same time, you should know that if a woman is really smart enough, she'll always find someone to appreciate. her wise husband."

Elizabeth thought about the more pressure this era puts on women, especially the one next to her, Sir Lucas' daughter, and she shook her head.

"You are a little naive, Mr. Darcy. When women are in an unequal position, it is not easy to persevere."

"But it's true, miss, do you think there is absolute fairness in this world?" Mr. Darcy glanced at her and said lightly.

"If everyone can be happy, everyone will not yearn for heaven."

"Like a rich person is rich because of his character? A poor person is poor because he has done evil things? Generally speaking, no. Class determines everything. Want to break this, no It's impossible to shed some blood."

The man stopped, then looked at Elizabeth.The words are like exhortations and warnings.

"It's as small as girls' marriages, as big as social changes, Miss Elizabeth, don't you think that you can only win if you persist?"