Unfortunately, because Mr. Bentley and Darcy had gone to the Rosings Manor together to pick up Anne, his other friend, Mr. Holmes, had arrived at Netherfield Garden before them.
Anne and the others had just arrived at the entrance of the manor when the butler, wearing a wig and a dark tuxedo, stepped forward and elegantly bowed slightly to inform Mr. Bentley that Mr. Holmes and Mr. Watson had arrived and were arranged to stay in the guest rooms.
It was almost dusk. Just as Mr. Bentley had said, this was an exceptionally beautiful village. The rose-red sunset was hidden behind the tall and verdant woods, revealing only a little soft light.
Netherfield Garden was an ancient building, but the traces left by time on the stone pillars didn't detract from its magnificent atmosphere. This was the most magnificent manor in Longbourn, or even Hertfordshire.
Anne stood quietly and looked at the building in the afterglow of the setting sun. Suddenly, she was startled. She seemed to have heard a short piece of music. Just as she was about to listen carefully, there was nothing.
For some reason, Anne was certain that it was the sound of a violin.
She looked up at the exquisitely carved windows, not sure what she was looking for. Her gaze swept across the row of ornate window panes on the second floor and finally settled on a window in the middle.
There was a person there.
Anne couldn't see his facial features from a distance. She only knew that it was a man because he was wearing a black suit and looked very tall.
He wasn't standing still. On the contrary, the man kept walking around the room. Anne was sure that she even saw him step on the sofa, jump on it twice like a child, and then jump back down.
Anne unconsciously smiled with his movements.
When he turned around, Anne saw the violin in his hand.
Just now, it really was the sound of a violin. Anne was a little happy that she guessed right.
"Anne?"
Darcy, who was following the Bentley siblings back to the manor, turned around and saw that Anne was still standing there in a daze.
Her tendency to be distracted was probably as fresh in Darcy's memory as her wrestling.
In Anne's memory, she first met Darcy when she was three years old. However, little Darcy had already seen Anne when she was just born and accompanied his mother to visit Rosings Manor.
However, at that time, Miss Anne De Boer was a baby who slept after eating. She didn't know that the famous Mr. Darcy had watched her while she was sleeping.
Fortunately, the second time they met was when both sides were sober.
At that time little Darcy was already thirteen years old, but he still accompanied his mother to Rosings as guests. Because he didn't have the patience to listen to the boring conversations of the adults, little Darcy went for a walk in the garden alone. When he passed through a forest, he ran into the three-year-old radish head Anne.
At that time, Darcy didn't know that there was a word called "cute". Of course, he still didn't know that now. He only thought that a little girl who barely reached his calf stared at a yellow leaf in a daze was strange and cute.
When little Anne finished her daze, she looked up and saw a beautiful little boy in a suit standing not far away. She waved the leaf in her hand at him and asked with a smile, "Who are you?"
Her eyes, in the bright sunlight, were a clear pale green.
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Mr. Bentley went upstairs to apologize to his guest and said that he would formally introduce her to everyone during dinner.
Although Annie had said that her body had completely recovered, the bumpy ride of the carriage had left her completely exhausted. Thus, she didn't try to put on a brave front. After greeting Darcy and Carolyn, she went upstairs to her assigned room to rest.
Caroline considerately asked the servant to send her upstairs. Anne knew that Caroline was excited to be alone with Darcy, so she didn't point it out and walked upstairs with a smile.
Anne was indeed very tired, but when she returned to her room, she couldn't help but stand in front of the window for a while.
Her room faced a large field of manicured grass, and in the distance was a dense and serene forest. The sun was still setting little by little, and now it was almost completely behind the forest, leaving only a line of rose-red light at the end of the sky.
Anne felt that she had an optimistic personality. After experiencing life and death, she came to a completely unfamiliar world with her memories. But she could dig out the beauty of life in any situation. Moreover, she was living very well now.
Although, as Anne De Boer, she didn't have a father when she was born. But Madame Catherine gave her enough motherly love. Although Madame Jiang Jinsheng was rigid and serious, she really cared for her. Not to mention the rich and comfortable life in Rosings Manor.
But she still couldn't help but think of her parents in her previous life. What they experienced was the pain of losing a child. Although it was not something she could control and choose, as long as she remembered it, she would feel guilty and sad.
It was very strange. When Anne saw the person in the window on the second floor, these memories of her previous life suddenly rushed out. It was as if this person had something to do with her.
But this was impossible.
Although she didn't ask, Anne could guess that the person behind the window should be Mr. Holmes. Anne didn't think that Holmes, who lived in the 19th century, would have anything to do with her. Although she was really curious about it.
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It was a pity that Anne couldn't see Holmes and Mr. Watson at dinner. She overslept because she was too tired.
Darcy personally sent dinner to her room.
Anne was flattered: "You allowed me to eat in the bedroom, Mr. Darcy, did your aristocratic standards fail?"
Darcy knew that Anne sometimes said some strange words. At first, he was puzzled and tried to remind her. Later, he found that Anne was only like this in front of him, so he didn't deliberately ask her to correct it. On the contrary, Mr. Darcy was a little secretly happy about it. What's more, every time Anne said something he didn't understand, she always looked more lively and lovely than usual.
"Did you see Mr. Holmes?" he asked. What kind of person is he? "Anne asked while eating Mr. Darcy's dinner of love.
Darcy sat opposite the small round table. Even though there were only the two of them, he still sat upright and still with a meticulous look on his face.
"Mr. Holmes is an elegant gentleman with a great deal of experience."
This serious evaluation made Annie stop the bread that was about to reach her mouth.
She had no objection to "knowledgeable", but "elegant" and "gentleman" … Anne felt that unless they didn't talk at all during dinner.
The image of BBC's Blessedcurls was too deeply rooted in people's hearts, causing Anne to be like many fangirls. When Holmes was mentioned, she would think of his proud and charming long face.
Anne imagined that if Blessedcurls didn't speak, he would really be the most perfect British gentleman. And as long as he wanted, he could convince anyone that he was an elegant gentleman at any time.
"You seem to be very interested in Mr. Holmes."
Darcy naturally noticed that on their way to Longbourn, Anne had asked Bentley about Mr. Holmes.
"Yes." Anne swallowed the last bite of bread in her hand and said with a smile, "Bentley said that Mr. Holmes is a detective, so of course I'm curious."
Darcy didn't comment.
"Then I think you can meet Mr. Holmes at breakfast tomorrow." Darcy glanced at her, "Or, if you want to go to the living room now, I think Bentley will be happy to introduce you."
Anne drank the milk in the cup. She didn't like drinking milk, but it might make her a little taller. She was not satisfied with her current height. Even if it couldn't satisfy her extravagant wish, at least it could let her have a good night's sleep.
"Dear Mr. Darcy, thank you for your thoughtful suggestion, but I think tomorrow's breakfast time is just right."
Annie raised her hands above her head and stretched. She even yawned in an inelegant manner. The short sleep made her body, which had been bumpy all day, even more limp. She didn't want to move at all.
This was not an action that a lady should do, but Darcy saw that her light green eyes were more clear and moist because of sleepiness.
Mr. Darcy looked away cautiously, stood up from the chair, and ordered the servants to remove the plates.
"Good night, rest well."
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