[Pride and Prejudice] Another Spring of "Scumbags"

On June [-]th of this year, relatives and friends of the Bennett family gathered together to bless the Wickham couple who entered the marriage hall.

When Lydia, wearing a finely knitted and exquisitely knitted white floor-length wedding dress and holding Mr. Bennett's arm, walked through the arch made of various flowers, Wickham subconsciously straightened his back and used his most upright posture attitude to meet his bride.

The son and daughter of the two wives, Darcy and Bingley, waddled and dragged Lydia's wedding dress, staggeringly followed behind, with the innocent smile that only angels can have on their cute little faces that are as pink as apples.

Lydia, who has been held in the hands of this man for two lifetimes and cared for with full love, can no longer control the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. Let her steps be steady and pious-she is not a person who likes to wear high heels, but her strong balance control still makes her walk swaying step by step.

Wickham respectfully stroked his chest and bowed deeply to salute his father-in-law.

Mr. Bennett, with a complicated complexion, agreed to return the gift, holding his daughter's hand and putting it on Wickham's big hand that was almost impatient to open, "I hand over my most precious daughter to you." This is already the fourth time Mr. Bennett, who said this, had an uncontrollable nasal tone in his voice.

"I promise to take good care of her, love her and respect her for the rest of my life." Wickham did not sprinkle salt in the heart of a sad father, but expounded his commitment to the latter's daughter in the simplest words.

"Remember what you said yourself." Mr. Bennett, who was moved by his sincerity, cleared his throat and retreated to the first row of seats in the church. Mrs. Bennett was sobbing under the comfort of Jane and Elizabeth. Wipe away tears.

The pastor who presided over the wedding held a palm-sized Bible with a serious and solemn expression, and slowly spread it out, and began a sacred, routine, inquiry.

"Mr George Wickham, would you marry Lydia Bennett, live with her according to the scriptures, unite with her before God, love her, comfort her, respect her, Protect her as you love yourself. Whether she is sick or healthy, rich or poor, and remain true to her till the end of this world?"

"Miss Lydia Bennett, would you marry George Wickham, live with him according to the scriptures, be one with him before God, love him, comfort him, honor him , protect him, as you love yourself. Whether he is sick or healthy, rich or poor, always be true to him, until the end of this world?"

The hands between Lydia and Wickham tightened unconsciously. The newlyweds gave a look full of love and admiration, and replied solemnly and solemnly: "I am willing." They cooperated perfectly. ,in unison.

The old pastor showed a smile on his face, "Very good, now you can exchange rings."

Two exquisite diamond rings were held by two girls in white skirts who had not yet left the cabinet and came to the couple.

Lydia and Wickham took out the diamond ring wrapped around the stem of the white rose one after another, and put it on each other in a tacit understanding.

After they put on the rings, there was intense and fanatical applause from the altar, and the pastor, whose smile became more and more intense, said happily: "I have witnessed your love and vows with my own eyes, and I feel very grateful." It is my honor and joy, at this moment, I announce to all the guests present that you are married." The pastor, who looked solemn and serious, smiled and said, "Now the groom can kiss the bride."

Wickham had kissed the red lips in front of him countless times, but now he felt a sense of inexplicable tension.He rolled his throat twice, and under the expectant eyes of everyone, he carefully lifted his wife's veil, leaned forward slightly, and placed a pious and sincere kiss on Lydia's plump and clean forehead.

After the wedding ceremony was over, Wickham picked up his newlywed wife by the waist and strode into the four-wheeled carriage that had been prepared earlier, surrounded by many guests. They would go to other places in that magnificent carriage Honeymoon.

Mrs. Bennett, who watched the carriage go further and further away, sobbed loudly, and buried her face in the silk handkerchief Jane prepared for her, "There is nothing that makes me happier than this! Oh, oh, only Mary I've only got one daughter to worry about!" Mrs. Bennet murmured, both happy and sad about her little daughter, and weeping.Even at her younger sister's wedding, Mary, who was still holding a book and reading, couldn't help curling her lips.

After hearing what Mrs. Bennet said, the other guests turned their attention to the only unmarried fourth daughter of the Bennet family.

Mary took a step back subconsciously when they saw her, but she secretly cried out in pain.

Lydia, who had escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, naturally didn't know that her sister was suffering from the scrutiny of everyone, and she couldn't care about anything when she was hugged tightly by Wickham.

The next morning, Lydia woke up in a strange big bed.

Her newlywed husband was looking at her obsessively, his brows filled with tenderness.

Even though they were already old couples, Lydia was still a little shy. She pursed her lips, and unnaturally wanted to get out of bed to wash up, but her husband hugged her waist from behind.

"It's great, we're together again." Wickham murmured, sniffing the fragrance of his wife's hair.

Thinking of the entanglement of the three lives and three lives, even Lydia, who is as tough as her mind, was shocked for a moment. She fixedly stared at her husband, "Yes, that's great."

Wickham was so emotional that he wanted to continue kissing her, but was stopped by Lydia, "I don't want to spend the first day of my wedding in bed." She brazenly interrupted her husband's obsession, and resolutely went to the bathroom.

Wickham subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but he was rejected for real.

Helpless, he could only mess up his blond hair and wait for his wife outside.

When Lydia was dressed and dressed, Wickham went down to dinner with her in his arms.

There were a lot of people in the hotel at the moment, and everyone was talking and laughing while eating breakfast, and enthusiastically expressed their blessings to Wickham, the newlyweds who came out for their honeymoon.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wickham took Lydia to a corner by the window, where he could see everything on the street downstairs.When it was brought up one after another earlier, Lydia seemed to be attracted by something, and looked downstairs intently. Her bright blue eyes seemed to be infected by something, and they were full of water that she hadn't even noticed. Light.

Wickham followed her gaze, and his puzzled eyes quickly became clear.

I saw downstairs a blond boy who was at most three or five years old was squatting on the linen laid by his mother, soliciting business for his mother with a childish voice.There were various hats in front of him, and his mother sat beside him, scurrying to put the finishing touches on another yarmulke.

Wickham pressed his wife's shoulder and said in relief: "Honey, it's just the beginning." We still have time to recover.

"When I saw them, I thought of me and Alva at that time..." Lydia withdrew her eyes from downstairs, "You are right, George, everything has just begun."

Lydia repeated her husband's words with determination.

In this life, she and George will let the little guy who has suffered hardships and sufferings be born in a honeypot and grow up in the show off and admiration of his friends. They will love him in every possible way and treat him like a jewel.

After the honeymoon, Wickham and Lydia returned to the Wickham Manor where they used to live in their previous life.

"...that's why your father nodded and asked you to marry me." Wickham, who led his wife out of the carriage, looked back at his wife with pride, "Look, isn't it the same as the one we used to live in?" The manor is exactly the same?"

"Then I'll have to see it!" Lydia, who didn't expect her husband to bring her to Stoke Wheeler Village again, walked into the building that had been abandoned by Wick with a sense of revisiting the old place. Wickham Manor had been built in secret for several years.

Wickham restored it almost completely, except for the lack of those familiar people, there is almost no difference.

"I will hire the housekeepers and servants you are used to one by one, and I will take you to the town to visit those friends we have not seen for a long time...Yanan, even if we come to another world, I will Let you live the life you know."

"...I don't know how to thank you for everything you have done." Lydia found that since she fell in love with Wickham, her tears became less and less valuable, and she was always moved by Wickham, Again and again, until poked into the softest heart.

"My father-in-law, who has always been strict and demanding on me, once said something that I deeply admire," Wickham said with a smile on his face, "He told me that a husband should give his wife I want to live a carefree and happy life, he has done it, and of course I will do it—and I believe I will do better than him.”

"Yes, you have done well enough," Lydia walked around every corner of Wickham Manor step by step. She looked, recalled, and thought everywhere, and her eyes became far away. When she got up, she thought of the children running around the manor, the neighbors and friends who always came to visit, and the countless happy memories that filled her heart slowly.

"...Wei Qiao, I can't imagine. I thought you were not interested in the decoration. How did you make them look almost identical?" Lydia once again found a tapestry that was exactly the same as the manor in her previous life. Her voice was already full of shock that she couldn't conceal (she even called Wickham's name in her previous life emotionally). "Oh, isn't this Jane's gift for us to move into a new house? You even touched it, you—"

"Honey, don't underestimate your husband's memory, and don't forget that we have lived in this manor for more than ten years—and you are the most nostalgic." Everything should be used until it can no longer be used before being discarded.

"...This is the best wedding gift I've ever received," Lydia found her voice after a while, "Wei Qiao, looking at this manor, I think we don't need anything."

"No, there is still one thing missing." Wickham, who was full of smiles, embraced his wife from behind, and put a pair of big hands on her flat belly. "There are still a few children missing, and they only belong to our children."

Upon hearing this, Lydia blushed instantly.