[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Here John is trying to save Sherlock's emotional path, or Lydia's, unfortunately...

"John, maybe you should go change your clothes instead of standing here in your pajamas and talking."

Sherlock looked at John's pajamas with eyes that I really don't understand your taste.

"Sherlock!"

John was easily offended by Sherlock's deliberately provocative eyes.

"Who dug me out of bed early in the morning, let me see you changed into half clothes, and never listened to my judgment!"

"My friend, your task of helping me eliminate vulgar collocations has been completed, please go back."

Sherlock gave John a perfunctory smile and was about to dismiss him.

"Sherlock!"

John's anger was even more exuberant because of Sherlock's smile. Is he sleeping well? It's too much to be poached to see Sherlock change his clothes and be picky about his taste.

"To thank you for your help, I decided to tell you what Miss Mary likes you to wear."

Sherlock extinguished John's anger with one sentence before John actually reached out and grabbed his collar.

"which one?"

John's original indignation disappeared immediately, and he looked at Sherlock expectantly, hoping that he would give him an answer that would make today's day smoother.

"The dark blue one."

Sherlock secretly distanced himself from John.

"But the pants you used to match are really not very good."

"Sherlock, can't you say something nice?"

John's eyes lit up first, but then he was despised by Sherlock, and he slammed the door and left.

Leaving Sherlock lamenting John's irritability today and his behavior of basing his happiness on John's pain.

Sure enough, they were all nervous, whether it was Sherlock or John.

..............................

Before lunch, John and Sherlock arrived at Bennet's house, and they had a conversation with Mr. Bennet first.

Then there was a luncheon hosted by Mrs. Bennet, who was very impressed with Sherlock and John, and a good one.

After all, Sherlock's first sentence is "the medicine may be poisonous" to save Lydia.

This makes Mrs. Bennet who is holding the medicine not impressed. For Sherlock, this lady is mainly in awe, a smart and indifferent young man, not easy to mess with.

As for John, Mrs. Bennet was very grateful for the gentle doctor.

With a hostess's welcome, the two young gentlemen were well received.

After dinner, Mr. Bennet spoke, and told Lydia to entertain her friends.

Lydia naturally complied.

The spring afternoon was sunny but not scorching, suitable for a walk, so Lydia took Mary together and took the guests for a walk.

Originally, Katie was going too, but Elizabeth held her back, saying that she wanted to see her sister's recent paintings.

So only these two men and two women went out.

Lydia saw Elizabeth smiling mischievously at herself, and wondered what this smart and sensitive sister had discovered.

..............................

Stepping on the spots of light coming out from the gaps in the leaves, the four of them walked quietly.

Mary walked ahead of the two gentlemen, taking Lydia's arm.

"Mary, I have something to tell you."

John smiled and invited Mary to walk with him.

Mary was a little shy and hesitant, but she couldn't help looking at her relatives, Lydia who was beside her.

Lydia smiled. She took Mary's hand from her arms, looked from John to Mary, and smiled mischievously.

"Mary, it's up to you to choose. Do you want to go with me or with John?"

"Lydia!"

Mary glared at Lydia lightly, and walked straight to John.

"Have a nice walk, you and Mr. Holmes."

Then Lydia realized that after Mary and John left, only she and Sherlock were left, which was not in line with her original intention.

It's a pity that Lydia realized that it was too late to save Mary.

She had already put John on her arm, and under John's smirk, the two left sweetly.

At this moment, the smile on Lydia's face disappeared, and only she and Sherlock were left in her eyes, which made her a little uneasy.

"Lydia, you don't need to see me as a scourge, do you?"

Sherlock approached Lydia, thinking that if Lydia were a green-eyed kitten, her fur must have been bristling with vigilance.

"Sherlock, you clearly know that I don't want to have any more contact with you now."

Lydia took a step back unconsciously, putting distance between herself and Sherlock.

"I know, but I don't want to let you go."

Sherlock's long legs took a step forward, making up for Lydia's step back, even closer than before.

"Sherlock, you also said that you don't like me. It's ridiculous, but I still hope that the person who will stand before God with me and marry me will like me and love me!"

Lydia stared at the hem of her skirt, and what she said didn't sound like an expectation, but more like, I know it's an extravagant wish, just let me have an extravagant wish.

"I like you, Lydia, and we like each other."

Sherlock looked at Lydia, this woman who clearly talked about the future she should have, but was deeply saddened like it was an extravagant hope. As clear as this moment.

"Ah……"

Lydia didn't say she believed it or said she didn't believe it, she just let out a chuckle mockingly, not knowing if she was laughing at herself or someone else.

"This is not enough, and this is not enough..."

"Plus the desire to get married is enough, isn't it enough to like each other and propose?"

Sherlock looked deeply at Lydia, not understanding why her defense was so high, but he was turned away.

"So this is your second proposal?"

Lydia finally looked up at Sherlock.

"Yes, this is my second marriage proposal."

Even though he knew rationally that the possibility of being rejected was so high, Sherlock still admitted that it was a marriage proposal.

"So……"

Lydia looked at Sherlock who seemed to be listening to the sentence, and suddenly felt a little sorry, but it still didn't shake her psychological construction all morning.

"Then I refuse your marriage proposal."

……

"Lydia, show me around."

Sherlock didn't look frustrated, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed.

He had already guessed Lydia's answer, and she rejected him even more than yesterday's ball.

He was thinking more about how to get Lydia to speak the truth instead of keeping her heart closed like now.

The two of them walked aimlessly in silence...

The sun is evenly sprinkled on the earth, and the trees are stretching their bodies in this spring day, and some trees have not survived the winter, but there are always saplings sticking out their heads around them.

As she walked, Lydia felt a lot more relaxed.

The fear that she was about to suffocate faded a lot, she did it, she refused.

It's just that she can't help but feel lost, because she pushed away the person she likes, the second time...

But this silence itself is not uncomfortable, but it makes Lydia feel relaxed.

After walking for a while, Lydia noticed that Mary and John were faintly visible in front of them, far away and unreal.

Lydia stopped and looked at Sherlock, realizing that he had spotted them too.

In fact, they were far away, and they couldn't see clearly, and couldn't hear what they were talking about.

But Lydia just knew that John's proposal was probably a success.

Mary was happy, and so was John, and the joy so palpable rushed to Lydia and Sherlock.

Lydia was happy for Mary and John, and at the same time couldn't help but look at Sherlock next to her again.

And Sherlock could only see it more clearly than Lydia, and he also noticed Lydia's emotional changes and the two times she looked at him.

"Lydia, it's not fair, I proposed first, but John succeeded first..."

Sherlock still didn't express much, but Lydia saw the pitiful expression strangely.

"Sherlock, even if I agree to your marriage proposal, I will not marry you in a short time, so why do you care about these things."

Lydia looked at Sherlock's childish comparison mentality with some amusement, and for some reason she actually coaxed him.

"In this case, I wish I was the first to propose successfully!"

Sherlock looked at Lydia who had finally started to tell the truth to him inadvertently.

"I know you have to get the position of Countess before you can consider getting married, but Lydia, can't you really get engaged to me first?"

"Sherlock, I remember that I have rejected you before, and it is not a wise choice to remain engaged for a long time without getting married, I thought you knew that."

Lydia was still shaking her head, the smile she had raised at the sight of Mary and John's happiness faded away, and she became vigilant again because of Sherlock's words.

"Others may not be, but we are different. I never waver in my choice, and you, Lydia, you are also the one who never looks back after making a choice, right?"

Sherlock's light-colored eyes were right in front of Lydia's eyes, looking at her so earnestly and even affectionately.

Lydia's heart softened. She looked at the light-colored eyes that usually seemed rational and cold, now revealing a rare tension and expectation. Sherlock really... really wants to be with him.

"Sherlock..."

"Lydia! Let me marry you? Even if you have to wait, give me the honor, okay?"

Sherlock watched Lydia's reaction nervously. This was his third marriage proposal, but he felt Lydia's soft heart, and he thought he might succeed. Such thoughts made his heart beat completely out of control. The first two times were more tense.

Not because of the fear of failure, but because of the possibility of happiness.

"Sherlock..."

There were tears in Lydia's eyes. I don't know whether it was because of emotion or joy, but her tears burst immediately.

She herself didn't know why she was crying, but her determination was broken and her heart was disturbed...

"Even if I'm ambitious, even if I have many secrets, even if I don't become a real lady for you... are you still willing to share your life with me?"

"Yes, Lydia, yes!"

Sherlock gently wiped away Lydia's tears.

"Even if I'm not good at emotions, even if I'm not good at sweet talk, even... that's the case, I still thank you for being tolerant of me all the time, and I'm willing to change for you, then..."

", my dearlydia!"

In Lydia's eyes was the Sherlock who looked at her with pity, and she closed her eyes gently.

Under Sherlock's serious gaze, Lydia opened her eyes again, and looked at the devout man in front of her with green eyes washed with tears.

"ido!"

For Lydia's answer, Sherlock's response was an eager, eager embrace, as if he had received everything.

He hugged Lydia tightly, this girl who had tortured his heart for so long, she was his fiancée.

For Lydia, for Lydia who often reveals a little bit of sadness, what Sherlock wants to give most is not a conversation, not a glass of juice, nor a rescue... but a hug like this.

However, Sherlock is also restrained. He knows that he can't, can't cross the distance casually, and can't give such an intimate move, so he has always just watched Lydia, and only gave him the care he could give.

And now...and now Lydia was his fiancée, and he wanted to give her a hug, to warm her and himself, and he could finally do so.

"It's good, Lydia, to have you in my arms."

Sherlock whispered softly in Lydia's ear.

"Sherlock, thank you for showing up, thank you for your liking, and thank you for your hug..."

Lydia felt very happy in Sherlock's arms.

After she took this step again, the embrace Sherlock gave her made her happy.

It was a reassuring feeling, and she couldn't help but be grateful to the person who gave her it all.

Feeling the warm wind from Lydia blowing in his ears, Sherlock's ears trembled, and he received Lydia's thanks belatedly.

Sherlock finally let go of his arm, but still let Lydia, who wanted to leave, lean into his arms.

"Lydia, don't thank me, I don't like to hear you say thank you, as if I'm still a person who can't get close, far away."

Lydia raised her head slightly, smiled slightly and looked at Sherlock, who was frowning and lost his temper because of his thanks.

"So you don't like my verbal thank you, but ask for action?"

"We are a fiancée, no thanks!"

Sherlock corrected Lydia before finally reacting to Lydia's chuckle.

"Of course, if you want to show it with actions, I welcome it."

"Sherlock..."

Lydia bent sideways against Sherlock, smiling.

"Sherlock, my dear fiance, you are so cute..."

"Lydia, I don't care about your biased evaluation of me now, because your fiancé is still waiting for your action."

Sherlock held Lydia's shoulders, muttering dissatisfied.

Lydia was held by Sherlock's shoulders, looking at Sherlock who was obviously looking forward to it but twisted because of shyness, she couldn't stop her smile.

"Lydia!"

Hearing the laughter started again, Sherlock moved his face closer in dissatisfaction, staring at Lydia with accusations against her for laughing at him.

And Lydia, on Sherlock's approaching cheek, dropped a light kiss.

Then, before the petrified Sherlock could react, he buried his blushing face into Sherlock's arms.

Lydia, who shrunk herself into a ball, felt Sherlock hugging her tightly again, and she could still hear the drum-like heartbeat in Sherlock's chest, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump...

……

In the end, Lydia took a few steps back and left Sherlock's arms.

And Sherlock also let go gently, but still stared at Lydia.

Lydia was uncomfortable being watched, and the temperature of her face, which had finally been lowered, soared again.

"Sherlock, if you still want to announce that you are the one who succeeded in proposing first, maybe we should go back soon..."

Sherlock looked at Lydia, who was blushing at the sight of him, and smiled, it was such a happy smile.

He only thought that Lydia, who was so bold enough to kiss him actively, and so shy that she would blush when looked at, was his fiancée, how nice...

Seeing that Sherlock still didn't respond, Lydia became a little annoyed, and she pushed the wooden figure in front of her.

"Did you hear what I said!"

"I heard... I listened to what you said..."

Sherlock touched Lydia's flushed cheeks, and before Lydia blew up from embarrassment again, he grabbed her hand and ran.

"We're going back now..."

"Sherlock, is it necessary to run?"

Startled by Sherlock's sudden movement, Lydia, who forgot to be shy, couldn't help asking.

"Of course, very much!"

Sherlock turned to Lydia and nodded earnestly, then ran even faster.

In the spring meadows of Longbourn, Sherlock and Lydia run...

Sherlock laughed first, and the laughter infected Lydia, who laughed too.

……

Running under the big tree in front of Bennet's house, Sherlock stopped, his breath was still even, but his eyes were so bright.

And Lydia was a little out of breath.

Under Lydia's surprised eyes, Sherlock helped Lydia tidy up the messy hair after running.

"Let's go back and I'll go and talk to Mr. Bennet. In fact, earlier today, I have expressed to Mr. Bennet that I want to get along with you on the condition of marriage, and I hope he will allow me to .”

"What did father say?"

Lydia looked up at Sherlock, her eyes were full of the man stroking her hair.

"He said, you are a very good girl, and he agreed with me to pursue you, but your wishes come first."

Sherlock's eyes are full of this green-eyed girl, everything about her is so attractive to him.

"Lydia, I will always put your wishes first!"