[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

Elizabeth sat on the boat, resting her chin on one hand and quietly staring at the man standing in front of her.

The drizzle hit his curly black hair, which was wet, not as fluffy as usual, but seemed to have a faint luster on it.

In her previous life, she never thought about it.One day, she stopped being a luxury steamship, but stayed away from the city and the hustle and bustle, in a small village, in this quiet lake, sitting on a wooden boat, just quietly looking at the people in front of her.

He pushed the boat and let the wooden boat sail away from the shore. There was a slight shake, but it was still stable.

The man kept frowning slightly. As he himself said, he was not a professional rower, but obviously he did a good job.

Careful, cautious.Under his arrogant appearance, no matter what he did, he seemed extraordinarily focused, and this focus fascinated her.

The boat had sailed away from the shore, and Mr. Darcy put down the long pole. He sat down, and his thin lips were finally relaxed.He picked up the paddle, placed it in the water, and paddled slowly.

"What were you thinking about, looking at me?" he asked.It sounds a little careless, but there is clearly curiosity in the eyes.

Elizabeth smiled. She put down her hands, clasped them casually, and swung in mid-air.

"I'm thinking, with you, I've had a lot of experiences."

"for example."

"En." Elizabeth thought for a while, grasping at the memory, her eyes were half-opened, and there was a smudged smile on her cheeks, which made her look extraordinarily charming.

"In the rain." Elizabeth smiled sideways, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

"I used to hate the rain, but now, I almost love it."

Elizabeth let go and folded her hands on her knees like a good boy.

"And you, do you like rain?"

Mr. Darcy thought for a while, and replied: "I don't know if this counts as liking. I have never been too fond of things, but when it rains, I feel that my mood can be calm."

"I didn't think so before. Rain makes me irritable, but when I'm with you, I think so." Elizabeth smiled shyly, her cheeks flushed, "However, I still prefer sunny days day."

The young man watched her quietly.Then smile, the little hint amused him.

"Of course, when the weather is sunny, there are indeed other beautiful scenery."

Hearing what he said, Elizabeth shyly put her hand on her cheek, but soon she laughed again.

"Don't you think I'm a little too bold, Mr. Darcy."

"If you had nothing to do with me, Miss Elizabeth, I wouldn't care, or, according to my temper, I would think so. But," he paused, then looked at her with a gleam in his blue eyes. A tender sentiment, "I guess I'm obsessed with everything about you."

"Ah..." Elizabeth sighed softly, she looked up at the other party, a little shy, but more happy.

"I didn't expect such an answer. To be honest, you always confuse me. Like I thought you were an arrogant person, but then I found out that you are not at all. Like I thought you were always cunning and unwilling More revealing of my own mind, but at this moment, you said it so naturally. I have to say, you always make my life full of unpredictable thoughts. "

"So you like it?" he asked in a low voice.

Elizabeth smiled shyly, then raised her head and told the other party clearly.

"Yes, I like it."

What she said was so confident and frank that the man smiled softly.

"No, don't laugh. Mr. Darcy, if you smile, I will be too shy to talk to you." Elizabeth said with a little blush.

The wooden boat has reached the center of the lake.

Mr. Darcy put away his oars, and if it were summer there would be beautiful lotuses nearby.But no one feels sorry.

Elizabeth thought: Because things in this world can never be completely as you wish, the so-called life, if you can like someone when you like them, that person also likes you, that is really the most beautiful, and other things, in comparison In other words, it doesn't feel too important at all.

Mr. Barker barked a few times over the somewhat empty lake, and then it looked a little bored again, but no matter how boring it felt, the people on the boat obviously didn't feel it.

Mr. Barker stared blankly at his blurred reflection on the lake, and from time to time he still had thoughts and wanted to touch it with his paws, but it just thought about it, so Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth only saw its laziness. .

Elizabeth withdrew herself from stroking Mr. Barker's hand, and the drizzle fell on them.Mr. Darcy sat on the other side, watching her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You said you didn't like rainy days, but you came out, so I think you must have some troubles in your heart."

"Oh, yes, indeed, you guessed it right." Elizabeth smiled. She almost didn't worry about them at all at the moment, and those depressed thoughts were well released.When you are in a happy mood, think back to the original emotions, and suddenly you will find that they are not so disturbing.

"Would you like to talk?"

Elizabeth licked the hair on her cheeks, and pinned them behind her ears, revealing her small and delicate ears.She was silent for a moment, brooding, while Mr. Darcy waited patiently.

Elizabeth raised her head, she looked at each other with a soft voice and a gentle smile.

"You may not know what that means to me."

"what?"

"Well, I mean, it's important that you want to hear me talk, and I want to tell you that I'm happy, no, very, very happy."

The man looked at her with calm but gentle eyes, and Elizabeth felt very happy.

"From the beginning, if I have something in my mind, I usually solve it by myself. You know, take a walk outside, or read a book or something. When I calm down, I will sort it out by myself. But now, would you I'm really happy to hear them."

Elizabeth's voice seemed a little cheerful.She is indeed a girl who can think freely, but just like a strong girl does not mean that she will refuse protection, the feeling that someone cares is really good.

Mr. Darcy looked at the girl before him.If before this, he had always looked at her from the perspective of appreciation, then at this moment, he is fully aware that she also has fragility, and this fragility is what he needs to protect.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a kind of tenderness flowing in his heart that surprised even himself, so he looked at the other party, removed his usual calm tone, and used a rare gentle and warm voice tell her.

"I am sincerely glad that I can make you happy."

Elizabeth smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"It pleases me more than any words. I think that's the most romantic thing to say."

Mr. Darcy returned the same smile.He loves Elizabeth's frankness and frankness, loves to argue with her, and is eager to protect everything about her.

They all looked at each other and smiled softly.If before this, although the relationship was full of enthusiasm, it was still a little superficial, almost because of each other's appearance and conversation.So at this moment, when he is willing to listen to her thoughts, this feeling has reached from the body to the soul, which is a kind of real equality.

Elizabeth's greatest anxiety was related to some thoughts arising from the marriage of Charlotte and Mr. Collins.

True, as she had told Charlotte, she supported her decision.But from Charlotte, she couldn't help but think of the sense of pressure caused by the times that she had no choice.After all, she is not a person of this era, and she cannot really accept this kind of helplessness in her bones, and then she thought of herself, this feeling of pressure surrounded her, and she couldn't tell others.

Jane is happy, and she doesn't want to disturb her.It had never occurred to her to talk to Mr. Darcy at first, after all, it also revealed some of her own self-confidence, and she wanted to be the best with him all the time.But now, when he did this, she suddenly thought about it again.

"Maybe you think I've always been brave and don't care about anything, but there will always be times when I can't sort everything out." She said it honestly, telling him all her worries.

After Elizabeth finished speaking, she looked at each other, but Mr. Darcy did not speak immediately.

She was a little nervous, and asked cautiously: "Aren't you going to say something?" As soon as the words fell, the man's eyes moved.

Mr. Darcy's hand was raised, and he took hers, and touched it lightly.

"I didn't realize you were under so much pressure, I'm sorry."

Elizabeth flinched a little, "No, that's not your fault."

Mr. Darcy looked at her, and said in a low voice: "I thought I understood. I mean, I told you so, but now that I think about it, what I understood was only superficial, and I didn't really go into it." I asked you. That's a little presumptuous."

Elizabeth froze for a moment, then smiled.

"No, Mr. Darcy, you have done a good job. This is not self-righteous, and if I can't figure it out myself, how can I ask you to know everything?"

The man looked at her, pursed his thin lips tightly, and then let go.

"But I can do better."

His voice was calm but firm, as solemn as a promise.Elizabeth stared blankly at each other, and then felt a warm touch from the cold back of her hand.

She smiled, her face in the drizzle was as beautiful as a painting.

"You make me feel happy, Mr. Darcy." And this happiness was also the first experience she had, so that she never regretted it in her whole life.