[Pride and Prejudice] Sky Bookstore

Although I still want to know the ending of the story written by Skye... But what Skye wrote in the book is not so much a related note, as it is a brand new story.

Born out of Homer's epic legend, he wrote a story of a general's battle by himself.Grammar and wording are very different from the original style, but the essence conveyed in it is also very interesting. Mr. Darcy thinks that this story will be a good publication material if it is finished.

Skye's grammar is not awkward, on the contrary, he can use the most plain tone to tell a story that makes people sigh.What runs through the whole story is what she knows and hears.

But Skye has already said this, and Darcy really can't let him continue writing.

The depressed young noble walked around the store angrily, occasionally taking out a book to read.

Skye looked as though his anger had subsided.Just let him stay in the store, compared to slamming the door early in the morning, reading and buying books are actually within the tolerable range.

For a few days, Mr. Darcy came to the bookstore to report and read books every day. He had already bought several layers of books in the store. The two of them would also share their views on a certain book between books.

Although the general knowledge and cognition are similar, there will always be small disputes between the two of them on some trivial matters.

"You actually think that women have to surpass ordinary people to be considered versatile! Then I'm really curious about your standards for talented women."

"Proficient in ambiguity, singing, drawing, dancing, and modern languages. Add to this the gait, and the tone of voice, speech, and expression must be very amusing."

"If I can read more books and have some knowledge, it would be even better to talk with you." Skye was just asking casually, but after hearing Darcy's natural answer, he couldn't help but add a few words. sentence.

Darcy's eyes lit up, and he began to take the subject seriously. "You think so too?"

"You..." Skye looked at the man dumbfounded, took a deep breath and asked, "I'm actually very curious about how many people like this you have met."

"Not five," replied Mr. Darcy naturally.

"So you think this is a performance of Ning Que Wu Lan?"

"Indeed."

Skye was silent for a while, and she decided not to ask Darcy about the standards of a gentleman.Arguments never end, and Skye is too lazy to argue with Darcy.

"You don't seem to agree with what I said."

"Of course! I strongly disagree." Skye heard Darcy say this.I closed the book and had to argue with him a few words.She compared herself with Darcy's standard just now, and although she met part of it, the life in that description was really exhausting.

If there were no changes in the family, Skye might use the same standard as Darcy, and keep working hard to achieve this standard.

But after going through some things, her standards finally changed.How should I say it?Some are nagging and deviant, but there is also a feeling of seeing a longer time.

"I think it's a pity that you define a person in this way. Of course a person can master the above-mentioned knowledge, but it will only be related to her class and situation. It is quality that really determines a person's quality, and this It’s something that can only be understood by letting go of the relationship.”

Darcy frowned, and he heard Skye go on: "And most of all, when you're in love, you don't know if the person you love has all the good qualities. Love makes People are blind, aren't they?"

of course not!

Mr. Darcy wants to argue with Skye.

But Skye suddenly fell down.

Darcy was startled, walked a few steps to Skye's side, and saw the shopkeeper huddled up with his head in his arms.Rolling desperately in the pile of pillows.

At this time, Mr. Darcy finally knew the usefulness of those pillows, which played a good role in cushioning.Prevent Skye from being injured during the struggle.Darcy tried to call Skye's name, but when he turned Skye's head, he found that Skye's eyes were blurred, his teeth were clenched, and he didn't respond at all.

In the pain, Skye gradually lost contact with the outside world.She began to see some phenomena that did not belong to the real world, such as buildings with steel and iron frames, cars that can be driven without steam, women's dresses are revealing and strange, and books are printed in strange ways...

She used to see things that didn't belong here when she had a headache.But this cannot be told to anyone.Skye had seen the family put a servant into the madhouse, and she had seen the servant for the last time through the crack of the door, bound and dragged away on the ground.

When I was a little older, when I heard people say that poor servant again, it meant that he had died in the madhouse.

In addition, someone told about some things about the madhouse.People who go in have little chance of getting out, and some treatments sound very mild, but in fact make life worse than death.

Skye would never go into that kind of place. Even if she noticed something wrong with her body, she would deal with it carefully, as if nothing had happened.

The symptoms usually last just over an hour, with subsequent complications of fatigue and drowsiness, nothing more harmful.

It's just that Skye saw more things this time, she was sure that she was observing the world with someone else's time, and that person opened a book with Mr. Darcy's name written on it.

Headache So far, this is the first time she has seen the part where the illusion and reality are connected.Probably this Mr. Darcy has brought too much trouble to her ordinary life, so he is indispensable even in the hallucinations.Skye thought bitterly.

She looked at the contents of the book calmly, but was surprised to find that these were stories many years later.Mr. Darcy inherited the family business and, like all other golden bachelors, needed a wife.

From the beginning to the end of the story, although there are still many unresolved things, the development of the plot is unexpectedly much closer to the Mr. Darcy that Skye knew.

... It felt like something Mr. Darcy would do in the future.

The sound of the ticking clock woke Skye from his coma.She hesitated and felt that she was no longer in the bookstore, and the light coming in from the window made her feel very insecure.

But she was wearing the same clothes as usual, which finally made her a little more stable.

Skye propped himself up from the bed, beside a pair of soft cashmere slippers.Skye stepped in, and his thoughts gradually returned.

This should be the hotel where Darcy stayed, and it is also the place with the best living conditions in the town.Skye walked to the desk, and the familiar books on it made her confirm her thoughts.

In the end, she touched her chest hesitantly, not sure if her secret had been exposed.

"Are you awake?" Darcy didn't know if he heard the sound, but it was the first time he came in from outside.

Seeing Skye's puzzled eyes, he said uncomfortably: "You fainted suddenly, no matter what the reason is, I can't leave you alone. The doctor hasn't arrived yet, and you haven't been in a coma for long.·· So what's wrong with you? Headache?"

Skye was silent.Her eyes were gloomy, but a stone fell to the ground in her heart. It was obvious that Darcy hadn't realized that she was a woman.

Dressing up as a man isn't fun, and Skye's confession wouldn't have hurt if it wasn't a question of inheritance.

She sighed inwardly, and replied hoarsely, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"You don't look like you're okay. The recent earnings of your bookstore don't make you need to worry about medical treatment..."

Darcy only felt that the strange part of the shopkeeper had returned.He finally knew where Skye's hoarse voice was coming from, and his eccentricity became more apparent after the headache.

"I don't want to see a doctor." Skye pushed Darcy away stubbornly. Instead of asking how she got here, she staggered towards the door after finding her shoes.

If this is Skye's insistence... Although Darcy was angry, he didn't force Skye to do anything.

When he carried Skye into the carriage, the owner weighed no more than a row of books in the bookstore.It's like it's made of paper, and there's always something wrong.

Standing in front of the window, Darcy looked at the shopkeeper who stumbled away downstairs, thought for a while, sat down, took out the stationery and wrote a letter.

If memory serves me, the tax collector seems to have mentioned Skye's location.What is his last name?

—it seems to be Holt.

Skye, who returned to the bookstore, couldn't lie down and rest immediately as he imagined.

She noticed that someone in the bookstore had been waiting for a long time.This person is not unfamiliar, and it is someone Skye does not want to face.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Charles." She stood at the door of the store, leaning against the door to support herself, and greeted the customer sarcastically.

The gentleman with the cane politely turned around slowly.He also held a novel in his hand, and said to Skye with a happy expression at this time: "Good afternoon, Mr. Holt."

The afternoon sun was not bad, passing through the clouds and sprinkled on the bluestone steps in front of the store.A few stray cats didn't know the owner's bad temper, and just came out to rub Skye's trouser legs as usual.

Skye stood there without moving, and after a while she said: "If you came this time for the acquisition, I have already said it. I will not agree."

"No, no, Mr. Holt, although I really hope you can agree to my request, but I really came here this time to buy a few books from the store." Charles continued with a smirk: "You see You don’t feel well when you look up, but you have to pay attention to your health.”

Skye ignored his phony greeting.For this bookseller from the city of London, he just spoke nicely, and he must wish Skye died of illness in his heart. Without her hard bone stuck in his throat, the acquisition of the only bookstore in the town would become easy thing.

"You can choose to choose, or shut up and leave." Skye replied coldly, she went straight to the pillow and sat down slowly.

Charles contentedly searched for his library. He seemed to have been there for a while, and he was going to stay longer.

There is no doubt that this is a more unpleasant guy than Darcy.