Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

Having made up his mind, Mr. Bingley went back to his room and changed into formal attire.Shirts, coats, bow ties, top hats and civilized sticks are all fully equipped. He rode on a steed and headed to the address of his sweetheart full of happiness and longing.

"I really hope that Mr. Bingley will succeed once. He chooses to go today. It's really a little risky." Jane Eyre took Mr. Darcy's hand and walked along the path beside Netherfield Garden together.

The weather is getting cooler, and the short British summer is coming to an end, but Jane Eyre and John have just come back from the hot tropics. For them, they have endured the "summer" for half a year.Now the footsteps of autumn are approaching, the withered yellow is slowly staining the green lawn, and yellow leaves in twos and threes are falling on the tall trees.

Although it looked like a slightly bleak scene, Jane Eyre felt much more relaxed in her heart.

The cool wind blows away the restlessness.

Mr. Darcy walked slowly, with his right hand on her waist, and his body leaned slightly towards her: "Janet, I think it's the right time for him to propose today."

"why?"

"Miss Elizabeth's visit last night showed that they were in a panic. They were afraid that Bingley would leave, and Miss Bennet's marriage would be broken. Bingley went to propose, and they were too happy!"

"But I think that Mr. Bennet may think too much, thinking that Mr. Bingley is out of pity, or because he doesn't want to bear the accusation of a heartbreaker?"

"My dear, gentlemen never have such worries." Mr. Darcy smiled slightly, with a hint of vague arrogance in his tone, "Maybe this is a bit offensive to the ladies, as long as the men are free before the wedding The right to choose, but..."

"But if ladies are betrayed or rejected, it is almost a lifetime of shame." Jane Eyre took up his words and sighed.This is a problem that is difficult to solve even after 200 years. Ladies always stand in a passive position in marriage.

"Mr. Darcy, what do you think is the reason?" Jane Eyre murmured.

"This is a very complicated proposition, my dear." After a long silence, Mr. Darcy said, "The right to speak."

"Of course, women's words are always not heard and not taken seriously."

"I know you're intent on changing that—maybe only on a small scale."

Jane Eyre stopped and looked up into his gray-blue eyes: "It seems that you really know me well, Mr. Darcy. I can't change the world, but I don't want to be completely imprisoned. My little business ——Maybe it can be called a career——At the beginning, I just wanted to earn some money other than salary to support myself. But in Pemberley, I saw Lilith’s despair, and saw Georgiana’s soul. I know that even in this world, there are many people who, like me, have the desire to escape from the prison, but their bodies are trapped."

"That's why you can educate Georgiana and Miss Warren to have individuality, dear, I want to thank you."

"Oh? I thought you would accuse me of bringing 'bad' Georgiana." Jane Eyre blinked. After all, Mr. Darcy is a traditional gentleman.

"As an elder brother, I don't want Georgiana to swallow her anger and hurt herself like my mother after she gets married." Mr. Darcy held her by the shoulders and took her to the distance, "I don't want to be a Idiots can only oppress and control smart women with power and worldly prejudice."

"That's a novelty, Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Darcy snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Janet, many bastards have no skills, they gamble and play with women all day long. They are beaten to the ground in the battle of men, but they put their beaten 'self-esteem' Use power and violence to find it on women, and at the same time make plausible arguments, as if women caused them. I don't want to be with them, so..."

"So you found the most difficult woman to convince." Jane Eyre leaned her head on his shoulder affectionately.

Mr. Darcy smiled, held her hand, and the two of them walked quietly all the way without speaking.

The British countryside in early autumn has a different oil painting texture.Jane Eyre and Mr. Darcy walked slowly along the path. In front of them was a small slope with a big tree on it.They stepped on the slightly yellowed lawn and climbed up.

"My God! There is a lake there!" Jane Eyre exclaimed in surprise, and when she looked back, Netherfield was no longer visible.Only then did she realize that they had walked a long way, but the atmosphere in the lover's room was so sweet that even her steps became brisk, "I miss the little lake in Pemberley, Mr. Darcy. The last time I went, the lake There is ice on it, and now we must be able to fish and row boats."

"I can't wait to take you there, my dear." Mr. Darcy took off his coat, and spread it under the tree with trembling hands, with a little sweat on his forehead, he sat down on the coat casually down.Jane Eyre was pulled by him and fell into his arms.

"Ah!" Jane Eyre was taken aback by his actions, but Mr. Darcy's powerful arms completely restrained her, so she had to adjust a sitting position, and lay in his arms safely, with her head on her shoulders. Leaning on his shoulder.

After enjoying the lake view quietly, Jane Eyre suddenly thought: "Mr. Darcy, have I told you that I might go to France?"

"Huh?" Mr. Darcy asked a question from his nasal cavity, and then said clearly: "You haven't told me, my dear. You are a busy man!"

Jane Eyre is very embarrassed, there are too many things recently, she forgot about this.

"However, Georgiana has already told me! Are you going to participate in the Art Salon? Before I have time to congratulate you, your dream seems to have come true. My great writer, don't forget to give a copy to your most loyal believers Signature."

"Forget that no one will forget you, dear."

Mr. Darcy was a little jealous: "Is that all? Janet, you once gave all the manuscripts to Mr. Rochester, and I..."

Jane Eyre laughed, raised her head and kissed him on the chin: "Mr. Rochester has Mr. Kohler Bell's manuscript, and Jane Eyre's only hand that can be used to create—now it's in your hands."

"Nonsense!" Mr. Darcy snorted coldly, and then couldn't help showing a barely visible smile, raised her hand, and lightly bit her fingertips.

"Well, as long as I'm messing around! So, Mr. Darcy, will you be my only male companion at the salon?"

"Of course! No one is more suitable than me."

After getting his affirmative answer, Jane Eyre felt relieved.When she went to Madeira, she had nothing, but she had no concerns or worries; now she has too much, but she is afraid of being alone and losing.

Both of them enjoyed this rare time for two. There were no relatives, servants and chores to worry about, only mountains and rivers, trees, quiet lakes and a round of sun.There was a cool breeze, and his body was warm.She closed her eyes for a long time, and when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt itching on her forehead, followed by her closed eyes, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and finally the soft warmth rested on her lips, and the moist touch crept into her lips her lips.

When we went back, it was already afternoon.

Enduring their hunger, the two ran back and fought.Jane Eyre and Mr. Darcy rarely became self-willed, and jokingly complained to each other for not bringing some sandwiches, otherwise they would not have to rush back and end the two-person world early.

Along the way, you can see the figures of farmers working hard in the distance. There are a few vegetable baskets on the field ridges, which may be the lunches they brought with them.When they heard gentlemen and ladies fighting on the side of the road from a distance, they would straighten their waists, wave their hands from afar, and say hello loudly.

Mr. Darcy put on airs at first, and pretended not to see it.But Jane Eyre shouted excitedly and greeted them. "Mr. Darcy, let go! They won't laugh at you—the voice is too sweet!" Jane Eyre walked backwards, looking playfully at his bewildered expression.

"Walk well!" Mr. Darcy said angrily. He reached out and grabbed her arm with one hand, and straightened her face, while the other hand made trouble around her waist.Jane Eyre was so tickled that she laughed and fell on him, and the two figures gradually merged into one.

When the shadow of Netherfield gradually appeared in their sight, Jane Eyre heard the sound of horseshoes behind them.

"Darcy! Miss Eyre!" It was Mr. Bingley!

They stopped and waited.Mr. Bingley rode up quickly, took the reins, and stopped beside them.Jane Eyre looked at him and saw that his face was glowing red, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed, revealing eight neat teeth, so she knew that his marriage proposal must have been successful.

"Congratulations! Mr. Bingley—I don't think it's too early this time!"

"Thank you, Miss Eyre." Mr. Bingley rolled off his horse, saluted her, and then beat his friend excitedly.

"Bingley, you look so stupid!" Mr. Darcy mocked. "It seems that you are Mrs. Bennet's son now!"

Jane Eyre nudged his waist lightly with an elbow, and Mr. Darcy added reluctantly: "In law! (inw)"

Mr. Bingley was used to his friend's dry humor and sarcasm, and he was not at all unhappy.He and the two walked towards Netherfield together, talking along the way, wanting to share all his joy with the two friends.

"Mr. Bennet was on his way when I got there. I made it clear to him--to see Miss Bennet, and no doubt he understood what I meant."

"Mrs. Bennet was so gentle, she called her—oh! my sweet little apple—from upstairs, and we went for a walk around the back of the house. Of course she was too nervous to look up at me. , My heart almost jumped out of my throat, Darcy, you must know that feeling."

Mr. Darcy coughed slightly, and nodded silently.

"I confessed to her and told her that no matter what difficulties I encountered, I would never abandon her and leave her. God! I swear, everything I said at the time was true. After I said that, I felt I have been bound to her forever."

Mr. Darcy held Jane Eyre's hand tightly.

"Then, I went to the study to meet Mr. Bennet. He was open-minded and peaceful. After listening to my wishes and promises, he asked me many questions, and finally agreed to hand over his treasures to me." Mr. Bingley Unconsciously showing a sweet smile, immersed in the memories.

Mr. Darcy nodded: "Mr. Bennet is a reasonable person. He must have believed in your intentions—and your financial resources! Janet, you don't know that John treated me like Mr. Bennet treated Bingley. Such a pleasant face, easy to believe."

"Are you complaining, Mr. Darcy?"

"No, I'm thanking him. It's not easy for anyone to snatch you from John's wing."

The three talked and laughed, and walked into the fence gate of Netherfield Gardens. A messenger was standing at the gate.

"Oh! I forgot about that!" Mr. Bingley exclaimed suddenly. He took out an ordinary envelope from his pocket and handed it to Jane Eyre. "Miss Eyre, Miss Bennet Instruct me to deliver the letter to you."

Jane Eyre took the thin letter, and looked at Mr. Darcy in doubt.

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