Dear Mr. Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

"A letter from home?" George approached with a biscuit in his mouth. "From the housekeeper?"

"No, it's my letter." Before he could see clearly, Emma had untied the note from the pigeon's leg.When she saw the ink at the intersection, she knew that the carrier pigeon had been sent out, but she didn't expect the letter to arrive sooner than expected. "Dear brother, please don't murder your own image like this. Do you remember what those people in the council said about you? You are only like a nobleman in terms of etiquette. Are you going to lose this last advantage now?"

George puffed out his cheeks like a hamster, chewed quickly, and then swallowed the biscuit with his head up. "Come on, Emma, ​​there are no strangers here."

"Does your no-outsiders include two young unmarried women who are not related to you by blood?"

George looked around vigilantly, and the two girls stayed in their rooms and did not come out.He breathed a sigh of relief and protested: "Don't frighten your poor brother like this."

Emma got up and bowed gracefully. "Please allow me to make amends and leave this quiet space to you alone."

George didn't want to be alone in the living room, what's the point of that. "Are you going back to your room?"

"Yes. I have something to attend to." Emma noticed that George was looking at her hand, which was holding the note that had just arrived.George made it obvious that it was a silent inquiry.But Emma didn't want to tell him about it. "With all due respect, if you have nothing to do while Mr. Darcy and the others are dealing with the mail, you will be left alone to deal with the backlog of mail while they go hunting."

George immediately dropped his head listlessly like a sun-baked flower. "Okay, then I'll go to the study."

Emma went back to her room and locked the door, and slowly unfolded the note.Rather than saying that this is a note, it is better to say that this is a repeatedly folded letter.Familiar square characters were densely written on a piece of paper.In Emma's imagination, Emily would vomit bitterness in the letter and keep asking her for information.Unexpectedly, the beginning of this letter is very peaceful.

"Dear compatriots, I don't know if we are from the same place. I used to think that if I could find a compatriot, I would have too many things to say to her. However, such an opportunity is in front of me, and I don't know where to start. Speaking of.

I have loving parents and elder brother, classmates and friends.No cliff jumping, no car accidents, no scumbag boyfriends and girlfriends betraying me, I came to this strange place as soon as I woke up, and became a noble lady.When I first came here, I was very scared, worried that someone would see the difference in me and send me to the stake.All along, I have been smiling dignifiedly like a real noble lady, devoting all my energy to art that I am not interested in, and preparing to dedicate my whole life to my future husband and son.A few years later, when I looked in the mirror once, I found that it was not me but her in the mirror.My real hobbies, real thoughts, and real words have all blurred in my mind.If my appearance changes, my demeanor changes, my thoughts change, am I still me?Am I still alive?I frantically rummaged through philosophy books for a definition of the self.In the middle of the night, write down the memory of the past on a note, and burn it at dawn.

Finally, I decided to be myself.I hate men condescending and treating women as weak and stupid decorations, loveless marriages, and class discrimination.I once had a man whom my parents recommended to me as a good candidate for marriage rant in front of me that women didn't even know how to spell the word politics.I used to meekly stated that I really didn't understand, and against my will, I praised his bullshit point of view.Later, when he attempted to murder my ears with fallacies again, I told him that if politics were as illogical as he said, I would never rather not know how to spell the word politics.Once the maid at home made a dress similar to mine in private, which was forbidden, and I worried that if I didn't show my displeasure, it would be considered abnormal, so I told her not to wear that dress again.I still remember the look in her eyes, the painful look in which she suddenly found herself inferior.She is beautiful in that dress, and looks better than me.After deciding not to have sex anymore, I approached her and apologized sincerely to her.My parents thought I was abnormal, and even took me to church to ask the pastor to pray for me.How ironic, I didn't encounter this scene when I traveled here, but I did encounter it a few years later.Fortunately, the situation did not deteriorate to the point of being burned at the stake. In the end, my change was characterized as a sudden change in my personality as I grew up.

Recently, I have been facing the trouble of being forced into marriage.And I have made up my mind not to get married.The law is a man's law, and the system is a man's system. When domestic violence and cheating are not prohibited by law, when dowry is also part of a man's property, I don't believe in human nature.A few years ago, I started writing to make money, hoping to live on my own merit.Maybe in the future I will travel around the world, maybe I will go back to my hometown to have a look.

The above experience, on the one hand, has been suppressed in my heart for too long, and I want to find someone to talk about; on the other hand, I want to be honest with you, even though this is not such a glorious experience.

How about you, how are you? "

Emily is not sure whether the compatriots who traveled through are from China, so I repeat it with ** below.

Emma held the letter paper, all kinds of feelings rushed into her heart for a while, and finally merged into a long and long sigh.She could understand Emily's pain because it was something that bothered her too.From this point of view, in this world, only the two of them can understand each other.But that doesn't mean she will choose to do the same thing as Miss Emily.She never lost herself, despite the many compromises she made to the times, she was who she was.

After the tide of sensibility faded, Emma noticed some details.Emily didn't reveal personal information, but she revealed enough between the lines.Coupled with the usual high-profile, it doesn't take much effort for someone with a heart to find out that the person who wrote the letter is her.Emma sighed again, but this time the sigh was more about helplessness than emotion.That gypsy witch is just a charlatan, not really good at divination.The last time she walked into the tent with hope, she had a miscarriage after exchanging a few words of hope with the witch.Emma had planned to have nothing to do with this fake witch.This time she wanted to communicate with Emily, but she didn't want to have direct contact with her. After two days of distress, the image of a gypsy witch suddenly popped into her mind.She finds the gypsy witch in the hood and threatens to hand over the dove to Miss Emily or denounce her as a liar to the police.If the witch is obedient, she will give the witch a sum of money.Threatened and lured, the witch nodded almost immediately.Emma was helpless because of Emily's excellent EQ, and she was very glad that she chose this way of contact.

Emma read the letter three times, then picked up a pen to dip some ink, and began to reply.Simplified Chinese characters do not exist in this world, and using Chinese characters is much better than ** confidentiality.So Emma's reply was written in Chinese.

"Dear compatriots, hello. It's hard to describe how surprised and happy I was when I saw this letter. I have been looking for compatriots for a long time, especially after I heard that the vaccinia vaccine came out in advance. But in my current capacity, I can't get in touch with them." To the Earl of Kentra. I thought the search for my countrymen was hopeless, but I received your letter today.

I'm fine with a middle class family that isn't rich or poor.She was originally autistic.After a long process of "healing", I finally don't have to play any roles. "

The following content is quite special. Emma stopped writing and hesitated for a moment, and the tip of the pen stained a dot of ink on the letter paper.When Emma found out, the tragedy was irreparable, so she had to take out a new paper and copy it again.This time I was much firmer when I wrote down the pen. "Some time ago I just decided to be with a local man for the rest of my life. He knew the real me, was willing to break the previous principles for me, and even changed the way of thinking. Although I know that the current marriage law does not protect women's rights, Out of trust and gratitude to this man, the most important thing is love." After naturally writing love, Emma was very surprised, this was the first time she confessed her feelings to the outside world, she did not expect to be in such a situation, to an apparent stranger. "I am willing to try to get married. But my soul is not chained by being someone's wife, I am still independent and free. If there is any problem in the marriage, I will show the courage I had in my hometown. , end error."

Emma sincerely hoped that ** Emily would be free from abnormal anxiety and not do something stupid because of it.But persuasion is skillful, and she first expressed her understanding of Emily's mother. "It doesn't mean that I don't understand your choice. In fact, for a long period of time, I had the same idea as you, and it changed because of the new situation. Whether it's celibacy or marriage, it's my own choice. Whether to obey or resist is also my own choice. I understand your choice. If even your compatriots can’t understand you, who should you say these things to?” At this point, Emma has already made enough emotional preparations.She enters the subject tactfully. "I have also been confused about Zhuang Zhou's dream of butterflies, but now I am no longer confused. Your letter to me proves that my past is real and not imagined by me. I hope that my existence can also free you from such a problem. Anxiety brings you the same sense of relief that you bring me."