[Pride and Prejudice] Squire and Noble

Stepping forward, there was no gentleman in the heavy snow and galloped towards the cabin just now, his heart was beating like a drum, and his eyes were shining brightly for the first time.Slamming the door open, Darcy looked into the room.

He looked at her tearful face in surprise, and she raised her head slightly, slightly surprised.

Time suddenly freezes like this.

The world suddenly rotated, and the eyes were hazy. Both of them felt buzzing in their ears, and their eyes went dark. When they opened their eyes again, the scene changed again.

Yisha's eyes blurred, and when she opened it again, she was already standing at the beginning of the long blanket, wearing a snow-white expensive wedding dress, with her hands folded on her lower abdomen.Surrounded by that grand wedding, familiar faces are standing or sitting with smiles on their faces, petals are gently swaying around their bodies, and the road ahead is full of flower fragrance.

At the end of that road, a man stood quietly with a firm and handsome back.

She was slightly dazed, her eyes moist, her fingers trembling.

Just when she was very worried, Darcy turned her head slowly.

Seeing that familiar face looking at her with a familiar smile, Isa's heart suddenly loosened, and she could no longer see anything else. She just felt that this moment was as rare as waiting for a thousand years.She let go of her hands that were elegantly placed on her lower abdomen, lifted the long skirt of the wedding dress, and ran towards him quickly, regardless of etiquette.

That seemingly long road is shortened like this, shortened...

Darcy spread out his powerful arms, took two steps forward, and steadily welcomed his beloved bride.At the moment when his dear Elizabeth was finally embraced by him, Darcy felt that the whole world was full of happiness, he sighed contentedly, and laughed so much that his eyes almost had tears.

Yes, this was his Elizabeth, this was how the woman he loved felt.

This is the intimacy of souls cuddling together. As long as you hold them in your arms, there will be only each other left in the world.

There was a burst of exclamation from around, and the flower girl behind hurriedly stepped forward to support her stretching skirt. Some people were very surprised when they saw this scene, and felt that it was impolite, while others felt that such a sincere couple of bride and groom, is the happiest.The sound of blessings stretches one by one, and the wedding march is accompanied by the falling of petals all over the sky. The scene is so beautiful.

—Is that you, Princess Isabella?

Darcy was thinking in his heart, but felt that the moment he was running forward, he already had the answer.

My dear lady, no matter where I am, no matter how far apart in time and space, no matter how many hesitations and obstacles in the way, I will find you, recognize you, and fall in love with you.

—Is that you, Mr. Darcy of that world?

Isa smiled and narrowed her eyes, but the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

Like Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, Isa and Darcy often dreamed of another world, but they no longer panic, because the nobleman Darcy and Princess Isabella also went through countless obstacles like them, and finally lived together In that palace.Although it was not free, although they could not travel to various places very often, they were still very happy.

Although Isa and Darcy have been unable to distinguish since then, whether the story of the princess and Darcy is true, or the story of Elizabeth and Darcy is true.But that doesn't matter anymore, as long as it's there, there's still you.

The author has something to say: Ahem, I accidentally wrote too much, covered my face and ran away...

Extra Story--Blaze Diary

I'm Blaise.

My last name is Robert.

Robert is an extremely honorable surname. The illustrious family of Robert has an absolute right to speak in the whole of England. My brother married a princess, and my sister married a prince. I don’t want to say more about the rest, because I often forget my last name.From a very young age, when people talked about me, they would say, "Oh, you mean poor sickly Blaze?"

Therefore, in my memory, my name is always a pitiful existence, but not enviable because of the honor of the surname Robert.

Even so, I still grew up like this, maybe because I didn't feel how pitiful I was, so gradually, people also forgot my pity, my body abandoned by God.

And maybe because of my poor health, I have experienced a lot of love in this family that doesn't have much real affection. This is undoubtedly a lucky thing. I am so grateful because I have experienced more feelings of love.

I feel lucky for myself, so I always have a smile on my face, and while sometimes the smile is meant to reassure them, more often it comes from the heart.

When I was 13 years old, I had a sudden onset of chronic illness, and I passed out in the middle of my heart cramps. The last thing I saw were sad and panicked faces.And when I walked back and forth in the gate of hell and came back to them again, when I opened my eyes, all my relatives were relieved, and even burst into tears.

At that time, I thought, I am really a lucky person.

Since then, I have regarded every minute and every second as the last time in my life, because I don't know at which moment, I will suddenly lose the right to live.This body is a defective product made by God. One day, he will take it back and fabricate a more perfect life.

I sincerely hope that at the last moment that will eventually come, what I can leave to those who love me is my smiling, happiest appearance.Maybe that didn't ease their pain of losing me, but at least it gave them some comfort.

I have always felt that this life will pass like this, maybe the end will come suddenly in a short and beautiful sunny afternoon, maybe it will end quietly in a sleeping night, I am not afraid of such death that comes at any time, but think that It's a matter of course.

But I never thought that I would meet such a person in such a life that I don't know when it will face the end.

Let me, even in life, under the smile, any trace of loneliness go away.

Let me, even this frail and painful body, want to have it all the time, just to spend a little longer time with her.

That person, called Mary Bennett.

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Blaze's Mood Diary.

—April [-]th.The sun is coming, God-sent, the most beautiful.

The annual social season has started again. Robert’s house is as busy as ever. The luxurious hall is the best place for banquets. I used to sit in the lounge, listening to the complex sounds outside and the clinking of wine glasses. I think it is a kind of extreme enjoyment.

I can't travel far, I've always lived in London.

Today, I went to the Thames.The river was not beautiful, and the surroundings were chaotic. I was sitting in the carriage, quietly parked beside the noisy river, motionless.And when I silently listened to the lively heartbeats around me and let the carriage walk freely all the way, I saw two beautiful figures on the side of the street.

Their attire is ordinary, but standing on such a barren street, people can still tell the difference at a glance.

I heard their conversations and saw the wanton and warm smiles on their faces.One of the ladies was facing his gaze, and I saw her smile intact. I felt that the smile was smudged by the sun, like the sky splashed with beautiful colors on an oil painting.

Very beautiful.

I know it's not gentlemanly to peek like that, but I couldn't look away at that moment.

I'm sorry for my rudeness, unknown beautiful girl.

—April sixteenth.

Heard that London has added a new surname, Bennett.I am not curious about this, because London is like a bustling play. Inside and outside the play, there are always people walking outside the play, and some people walk through the porch, and the stories in the theater come and go. Not enough to pique my curiosity.

Oh, that's not really my focus today.

The point is, I passed out again in the carriage today, and my heart really hurt at that moment, but I felt that this was a happy event that God gave me.It's all because I met that girl again, and I never thought I'd meet her again.What I didn't even expect was that she actually saved my life during this second meeting.

After walking around the familiar ghost gate, I was comforting Dylan, when I looked up, I saw her.

I recognized her at the first glance, even though she didn't have the slightest smile on her face at the moment, some were full of pity and genuine heartache.There were tears in her beautiful blue eyes, and I tried to wipe them away, but there was nothing I could do.

It must have been a kind, sentimental, gentle girl, and I was delighted to find that I knew her a little better.

On this day, I learned her name, Mary Bennett.

Looking at her, I smiled, there was no trace of pretense in the smile, it was all from the bottom of my heart.

—April 25.

Today's weather is not very good, the sky in London is always moody.

And I know that I have caused a certain loss to Mary Bennett's afternoon tea house, not to mention she saved my life, so I decided to send my heart.Maybe I also want to have more contact with her in my private heart, I really did this, and I look forward to her response.

Sure enough, the servant brought back a pastry and an invitation.

The pastries were delicious, but I was put off after tasting only a portion.

The invitation...was exquisite, but I didn't go, although I really wanted to, but my body has not fully recovered since the last passout.At this moment, I suddenly hoped so eagerly that I would have a sound body, and that I could walk up to her in high spirits, like my elder brother, with the most honorable splendor of Robert's family, invite her to dance with her, and treat her well. Pursue, and express your love when the time is right.

I'm getting greedy, right?

— May [-]nd.

The new month is coming, and the most exciting thing on this day is that the Bennett family officially participated in the court ball, and successfully won the queen's favor. I heard more about the Bennett family's second Miss is so good at dancing, so capable, so talented, so beautiful, and some people talk about her strength, but the words are not particularly nice.

I feel very sorry, because among the many words, there is so little news about Miss Mary.

Obviously Miss Mary is so beautiful, so good, so excellent, but why don't more people pay attention to her?

Oh, maybe I should be thankful for this, because only I really tasted her beauty carefully.

Two weeks later, Robert's family will also hold a huge ball. I believe that Robert's family will definitely send an invitation to the Bennett family, but will she come?I am looking forward.

— May 22.The clouds are thick.

The ball was over, and Miss Mary did not come.

I have to admit when I write this, I really feel lost, I know, this is the taste of love, sometimes sweet, sometimes melancholy, it makes me feel heavy, makes me think too much, makes my quiet heart like a gallop Mustang.But I don't blame her for not visiting, on the contrary, I understand.Yes, Miss Mary is not a lady indulging in the bustling scene of the ball, she loves her little teahouse even more, which is her little world.

Miss Mary is so cute.

There is another good news, my illness is better, I can go to her afternoon teahouse from time to time, although I can't taste too much food, but just sitting in it, looking at her from a distance, I have already Satisfied.

I hope I can slowly join her small world.

Look, once a person starts to be greedy, the greed will grow bigger and bigger like a snowball, and it will never end.

—June [-].

Today, I saw her on the street, she was talking to a handsome and tall man at the entrance of the theater.

That man was dressed in noble clothes, and his appearance was imposing. Although there was a hint of arrogance on his handsome face at times, it was hard to hide his demeanor.The most important thing is that I know at a glance that this man is healthy, very healthy.This just drives me crazy with envy.

My heart throbbed a little, but it was different from before, very strange.

I was the most despicable voyeur, standing by the side of the carriage, watching them both secretly.I saw Miss Mary facing the man, as if hearing something pleasant, the corners of her lips were raised, showing a bright and elegant smile.Looking from a distance, they really look like the happiest couple.

Jealousy, however, is only fleeting.

Then I showed a gentle smile, I am a blessing, I know that I am incomplete, I can't even do the most basic and healthy way to accompany my lover to grow old, how can I dream of holding her selfishly in my arms .But just as I was thinking this way, Miss Mary suddenly lifted the hem of her skirt and left quickly.

The handsome man had no intention of seeing him off at all, instead he stood there thinking of something as if lost in thought.

I was suddenly a little angry, because Miss Mary deserved the most perfect courtesy, not neglect.

Miss Mary saw me. She greeted me and gave me a beautiful gift. I looked at the hem of her skirt and my eyes were a little absent-minded.She asked me about the gift, and I answered without hesitation.When I said the three words "a lifetime", no one knew how much I expected this to come true.

What made me even more ecstatic was that Miss Mary took the initiative to explain the identity of the gentleman.

Oh, it turned out that it was her brother-in-law.

My heart suddenly relaxed, my heart didn't hurt anymore, it was lying in my chest more obediently than ever.

—June [-].

I just wrote it yesterday, and I couldn’t help but write again today, for no other reason than today, Miss Mary asked me for help!

Allow me to speak with the most joyful emphasis, but even that cannot really describe my feelings.

Something happened to the Bennett family, and I tried to settle everything as quickly as possible. Among them, Miss Mary's brother-in-law is very capable, but I also put in a lot of effort. I saw Miss Mary's relieved smile, and I felt everything All extremely satisfied.At this moment, I am more honored and proud of the surname Robert than I have ever been, and I am even more happy to have such an identity.

For the first time, in the eyes of others, I was not, "Oh, poor Blaze", but, "Can help me, Blaise Robert".

—August seventeenth.

Summer is here for quite a while.The Bennetts, moving away...

It has been two months since I last wrote a diary, and during these two months, I have been bedridden.

I am annoyed by my body, which caused me to miss the opportunity to see Miss Mary off. I don't know if Miss Mary will notice that there is a weak figure missing from the people who see her off, but I feel sorry for missing this opportunity. Excruciating pain.Because I can't follow her footsteps and follow her through thousands of mountains and rivers, and I can't justly ask for her return date.

The scenery in the countryside must be beautiful. I haven't been there, but I can tell from people's descriptions.

Such a beautiful and free girl, she must prefer to stay in those places, accompanied by beautiful flowers, green trees, and perhaps a rich world of books.

This time, I really woke up.

I can't give her happiness, and I can't even give her the most basic companionship.I wish I had a long and boundless life so that I could wait quietly, but I can't even do this.

But this is not what I am most afraid of. What I am most afraid of is that I selfishly embraced her in my arms and enjoyed that moment of happiness and tenderness, but left her alone, enjoying and watching the world come and go. The loneliness of coming and going.I'm afraid I'll go away alone, or too soon, without even being able to remember me as an older person.

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A pair of fair hands were gently pinching the diary. Seeing this, her tears fell like strings of pearls in a snap, and she couldn't stop, but she was afraid that the ink stains would be stained by the tears, so she He quickly moved the notebook away.She trembled slightly, and her blue eyes were full of sadness.

The relationship between her and Blaise has indeed gone through too hard.

The two of them were afraid all the time. She was afraid that if she was not careful, she would leave him behind. If she was not careful, the souls around her would be cruelly harvested by the heavens, leaving her alone.

And his fear has been clearly written in this diary.

"Mrs. Robert, are you there?"

The luxurious carved golden door was knocked lightly from the outside, the speed was gentle and gentle, as if afraid of disturbing anyone.

This is the habit of Robert's family. When everyone comes to the master's door, they always slow down and lower their voices.

Mary came back to her senses in an instant, stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.She sat in front of the dressing table, and her strong face was reflected in the mirror. Then, she slowly began to arrange her hair and clothes, and moved herself to cover up the appearance of crying.

Quietly looking at the figure projected in the mirror, there was no wave in her eyes.

Blaise Robert, I miss you so much, so much.

"Mrs. Robert?"

"I'm here." Mary responded softly towards the outside.

"Dear Mrs. Robert, today's ball is about to begin. The young master has arrived at the venue. He said that Mr. and Mrs. Darcy are here and miss you very much. Please change your clothes and go." The servant still didn't He rushed in rashly, but his voice became louder and clearer, and his tone became more respectful.

Mary responded softly, and all the servants walked into the room quickly and neatly.

The huge hall is beautiful and luxurious, but it looks extraordinarily silent and huge. Standing in it, her figure is too thin and slender, making her look like the tiniest speck of dust, which will disappear at any time.

Soon, after dressing up, the servants filed out again, and she was the only one left.

Mary lifted the hem of her skirt and opened the last page of the diary.

—August 27.

Miss Mary is back!

She came to my house on a windy and stormy night in a state of embarrassment. Her eyes were full of fear, but she still had a terrifying determination that made my heart tremble.

I know that Miss Mary is a girl with a rough heart, and her determination is terrible, the kind that doesn't turn back until it hits the south wall.At this moment, I was even more afraid. I knew her intentions, but I had to retreat, otherwise, I would be the most despicable person in the world.

……

Although I write like this, I know that I still have very strong greed in my heart. They are like the devil living in my heart, desperately destroying the wall of my heart that I have finally built.

—November [-].Winter is here.

The social season is over, and the bustling London seems to have come to an end, and it has become much quieter.

I haven't written a diary for several months, and I suddenly don't know where to start.

Forget it, let me just say it.

Three months later, Miss Mary and I will enter the palace of marriage together.

When I finally became the most despicable person in the world, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world.

I love you, Miss Mary.

From this moment on, I will dedicate all my life to you, I will only work hard for you in this world, I will not be afraid of illness, and I will do my best to use this crippled body to give you more happiness.When I close my eyes, I think, I have to get up early and see you more.When my heart is cramping, I will think of the warmth you once brought me, so that my pain will be relieved.

Although I don't know how much time I can have in my life, I will love you with all I have in the only luxury life I have.

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The diary ended here, and there was a blank space behind it, with no more records.And this last line of characters is extremely profound, and it looks so solemn on the slightly wrinkled paper.The high-grade paper, with a trace of gold stamping on the corners, was originally such a flat diary, but here it was smudged with a large ink stain.

Like water stains, like tear stains.

She no longer cried, but showed a happy smile.

Blaise, although you left too early, I forgive you because you have been by my side and stayed for so many beautiful moments.

She slowly reached out and put the diary back in the drawer, then, she stepped up and walked towards the door.

Outside the door, the servants waited quietly, as if they were used to this, but everyone showed admiration.

This is the wife of Mr. Blaise Robert, the sister-in-law of the manager of the Robert family, the younger sister of the wife of the manager of the Darcy family, and the current manager of the well-known Bell Winery. The aristocratic lady praised by everyone here.

She gave birth to Mr. Blaze's offspring at the age of 25, lost her husband at the age of 40, and became the owner of the manor. During the stormy time, she supported the whole family by herself.

In the next few years, instead of being decadent, she cheered up quickly and became the successor of Bell Winery. She is a strong, independent, elegant and beautiful lady who is good at dancing and wandering around various banquet venues.At the same time, she is also a talented writer. She has written a love story, which has been passed on by people in the upper class. It has earned countless tears and has been passed down as a classic.

But it is a pity that since the book became a sensation in the whole of Britain, the lady never wrote any stories.

Walking into the ball, everyone's eyes instantly focused on Mary.Her son, 20-year-old Mr. Robert, immediately came to her side, smiled warmly at her and took her arm affectionately.His blond hair was very shiny, making his delicate face even more handsome, and the warm color in his smile was exactly the same as his father's.

Seeing his smile, Mary lost her mind for a moment, but the corners of her lips could not help but rise slowly.

Time flies, flies by.

When life was passing by slowly, and Mary was lying on the bed, opened her already blurred eyes, looked hard at it, and stroked the writing on the old and yellowed diary, she was finally able to stop shedding tears.

Her hair was already pale, her face was old, and even her waist was bent.

A lifetime passed like this.

Mary quietly looked at the crying relatives and friends beside the bed, gently teased her sleeping grandson, and smiled effortlessly.

Her most beloved sister Elizabeth sat by the bed, held her hand with red eyes, and asked softly, "Dear Mary, do you regret it?"

Mary's thoughts drifted away, as if she saw herself riding away that day, the hazy fog in front of her, and the recklessness that raised a cloud of dust behind her.She smiled, her heart seemed to be beating stronger, she stretched out her hand, put the diary on her chest with the last bit of strength, and then she replied in a low voice, "No, sister, I have never regretted it. "

To this day, she still feels that the resoluteness of that summer is the most correct thing she has ever done in her life.

The author has something to say: This episode is actually the first to start writing, but it has been deleted, deleted, edited, modified, and has not been finished... It was finally completed today, and I want to say that I still like some passages~

Extra Story-Hello! Kitty

I'm Kitty, nickname to be exact, which seems perfectly normal to me, but has been made fun of by some Mr. Shameless, and I've never understood why.

Oh, and it's normal that I don't understand, because I later learned that in the age I live, there is no such thing as a cute, teenage girl's favorite pink animated kitten called "HelloKitty".

The cat's name is very strange, just as strange as that person.

He is a writer as well as a painter, coming from a distant country.

The first time we met was in a bookstore. Mary and I were looking for interesting books together. He was sitting by the window, bathed in sunlight, with a smile on his lips, and was writing with a pen. Very handsome, but very pleasing to the eye, a pair of eyes are very bright, full of serious light.

When Mary saw that I was lost, she called out, "Kitty, Kitty."

He suddenly raised his head to look at her, and with a "puchi", he couldn't help laughing.

I met his eyes, saw his bright and unshielded smiling face, I was stunned for a moment, and then my face was burning hot, I knew I was blushing, so I quickly lowered my eyes, my heart was so scared "Plop" jumping wildly, as if he had done something wrong.

But he has a very cheerful personality. He closed the notebook in his hand and stood up, smiling and shouting several times, "Hello, Kitty!"

Mary looked at me in surprise and asked, "Acquaintance?"

I shook my head vigorously, then put the book in my hand back on the shelf, quickly pulled Mary and ran away.To be honest, I don't dislike this first meeting, and I'm even a little happy.I don't think he has the affectation of gentlemen at all, but he is not as abrupt and rude as ignorant boys, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

Oh, I found out later that I happened to be wearing a pink skirt that day, and I happened to wear a bowknot on my head, which was very... resemblance to the cat named Kitty he mentioned.

The second time we met was in the flowers. As always, I wanted to fold some flowers and decorate them into a beautiful bouquet. I didn't go through the flowers with a basket until the sun was setting, and I wanted to detour back.At this moment, I saw a person hiding behind a large drawing board, his sleeves were folded up, revealing a pair of strong and elegant arms, and at this moment, those arms were busy waving.

I approached curiously, and my face flushed again.

The one on the drawing board turned out to be me!

He obviously noticed my arrival, but he didn't say a word, and continued to draw quickly. His movements were serious, his brushstrokes were meticulous, his arms were beautifully lined, his movements were coherent, and he did it in one go, even with a different kind of casual, unruly, And free and easy.

At that moment, I want to say, I really have never seen such a person.

I subconsciously retreated to the side, hugging the flower basket, and looked at it quietly, my heart and mind were empty, and I couldn't think of anything.However, it didn't take long for him to stop writing, put down the palette, walked aside and stretched, with a casual smile on his lips.

I raised my head to look at him, the setting sun bathed his face, it was bright yellow, making his smile more sunny and warm.

He turned his head, waved his hands in a strange gesture, "Hello! Kitty~"

Hearing him call me that again, although I still found it very strange, suddenly felt quite pleasing to my ears.

"Why did you draw me?" I'm not as good at talking as my sisters. Even though I have a good impression of him and try my best to make myself appear more friendly and natural, I still can't help but bow my head slightly.

"Because it looks good." He replied casually, and the words were spoken, but they did not appear frivolous.

Then, as soon as he turned around, he wrote his name on the painting.

——Kitty Picking Flowers

I stopped talking, even though I wanted to ask a lot, but I didn't know what to say for a while.After a while, I picked up the flower basket, bowed my head and lifted half of the skirt and said quickly, "I'm leaving, goodbye."

"Hey, wait."

I stopped and turned around.

He reached out and carefully took the painting off the drawing board, handed it to me, and said with a sunny and friendly smile, "For you."

"give me?"

"Yeah." He nodded, put a hat on his head casually, and started to tidy up the drawing board.

I stood there holding the drawing board carefully, and the flower basket fell on the ground without knowing it. I don’t know how long it took before I came back to my senses and asked him loudly, "You, what's your name?" ?”

He turned his head and looked at me with a smile, and replied casually, "Daniel." Then he couldn't help laughing to himself as if he had thought of something interesting. A face that was not handsome, but under the smudge of the sun, there was a smile on his face. Strange beauty.

— Daniel.

I repeated the name silently in my heart, and quickly ran home with the painting in my hand.

That night, we met for the third time, which was a surprise beyond my expectations, because we only exchanged names, and there was a huge crowd, and it was almost impossible to meet again.That night, Daniel came to Bell Manor with my lost flower basket and returned it to me.I took the flower basket, and my mother quickly and enthusiastically invited him in.

During the conversation, my mother asked, "Are you the one who painted Kitty?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Kitty likes that painting very much! As soon as she got it back, she let the servants put it in the most prominent position in the room, and then she never left the room. I can guess how long she has been back, staring at the painting How long have you watched it!" Mom is no longer so unreasonable, years of pampered lady life and the infection of the atmosphere in the social circle have already made her more suitable for the times, which is simply very fortunate for Kitty, at least she It's just teasing, but it doesn't make her too embarrassed and shy.

Mom quickly moved past the blushing subject and asked, "So you're a painter?"

Daniel made a thought, and then replied, "Not really, painting is my hobby, and writing is my profession."

Mom looked surprised, "So, you are a writer?"

He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." After hearing this, I finally couldn't help pinching my sweaty palms and said softly, "Then you and Mary must have something to talk about."

"Miss Mary? Is Miss Kitty your sister?"

"Yes, Mr. Daniel, Mary is my older sister, and I have three other older sisters, one younger sister." I didn't notice at the time that the other party kept calling her by her nickname instead of calling me "Miss Catherine" in a strange way. ".

"Oh, that's such a rich family. Is Miss Mary a writer, too?" He smiled.

"No, but she loves writing, and I'm sure she'll be a great writer too." My eyes lit up, and I was always able to talk more about my family because they made me proud .I raised my head, and I just had something to talk to him, and the more I talked, the more harmonious the atmosphere became. This feeling made me very happy and relaxed, and I didn’t even notice the passage of time and my mother’s quiet departure. go.

Time flew by quickly, and we didn't realize we had been talking for hours until the housekeeper reminded us that it was too late.

I blushed and lowered my head, fearing that he would see my little thoughts.

Daniel didn't care at all, he stood up with a smile, and said goodbye familiarly.

While sending him into the carriage, he suddenly said, "Little Kitty, if you are interested in paintings, maybe you would like to come to an exhibition?"

I was feeling reluctant to give up, when I heard such an invitation, I couldn't help but raised my head and said directly, "Okay!"

With a "puchi", he couldn't help laughing in front of me again.

I looked up at him, my heart was beating irregularly.

This feeling came so fast and hastily that I was caught off guard and unable to hide it. I had no choice but to rejoice that the night was too dark so that he would not be able to see my adoring heart clearly at a glance.

Afterwards, we saw the art exhibition together, but to be honest, I don't remember what paintings were in that art exhibition at all, because I didn't see it at all.I was just watching him and discovering many things about him.For example, he has a lot of friends, they come from all over the world and from many places.For example, he has been to many countries, like a gust of wind, wherever he goes, he stops when he likes to stay, and leaves when he should go, without any worries.

For example, he doesn’t have any family and friends, for example, he can not only write, draw, but also speak multiple languages, play guitar and piano, and so on.

And I found that the more I watched, the more I discovered the wonderful and different aspects of him.