[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

"Alright, alright."

Le Shi slightly touched Ludwig's head as a comfort:

"To comfort you, as long as you give me my birthday present, I'll take you to the movies."

Ludwig poured out a ring from her small handbag, it was the obsidian ring she bought with Sherlock last time:

"According to our agreement, you find someone to help me make the jade earrings I want, and I will return you a ring... If you are too poor to wear pants in the future, you can use this ring to get married."

"...Too ruthless, I will never be so poor."

Le Shiwei took back the ring:

"The pair of emerald earrings are very important to you?"

"It's very important. This pair of jade earrings is very important to me... But I broke one of them, and the blueprint I drew is still with you. Can you make another one for me?"

Ludwig lowered his eyes, thinking of the earring Sherlock carved for her, he felt heavy in his heart.

This style of earrings was given to her by her little boy as the last birthday present.

The emerald green small pearls are taken from Nalan's words "It's too late to pick up greenery, but the outing is near".

At that time, she got angry with him for a trivial matter, didn't talk to him for a week, but received a gift from him on her birthday.

When she saw the green jade, she knew it was his apology.

He was saying to her, my apology came late, and spring is coming, why don't you go out with me, enjoy the moon and spring wine, and go boating on the lake?

The outing is coming soon.

Her little boy once asked her to take a spring outing. In the winter air like crushed ice, he said softly and slowly: "When will the spring river and moon be together, and a boat with willows and leaves will hang down on the broken bank."

The willows on the embankment are like smoke, she fell in love at first sight.

The person I've known for so many years, at that moment, it was like meeting someone for the first time, making her heart beat like a drum, and she was stunned, not knowing what to say.

However, before she had time to talk to him face to face, her little boy, who looked like a white crane flower beside a clear spring and stone, had gone through thousands of mountains and rivers, and he would never be seen again.

This pair of earrings was hard to come by. She doesn't know how to draw, so it took a week to piece together the drawings, and then she asked Le Shiwei to find someone to help her make an identical pair.

This is her memory of Duan Anhe, but it was wrapped up by another man with the world's most noble diamond and the most unique carving.

... When Mrs. Herras told her the truth, she froze on the spot, speechless for a long time.

There was a man who, in order to prepare an adult gift for her, invented the method of hollowing out diamonds, which revolutionized an industry and even advanced the technology of man-made diamonds in the world by several years.

He cut open the symbol of the British imperial power, carved the first gift in his life into complex and blooming flowers, and put it on her ears and her throat.

Such a gift, such feelings, such Sherlock, how could she... refuse?

Just when she was in a daze, Le Shiwei's hand stroking her head knocked down with a "slap":

"If it's important, I'll make you another one. The expression of this literary youth looking down at the boiled water at a 45-degree angle is really not suitable for you... Shall we go to the movies?"

Ludwig turned his head: "It was so backward in 2003, what movies are there to watch?"

Le Shiwei pulled her to go out:

"Why are there no good movies anymore... The US version of "The Grudge" was filmed at this time, okay? What a classic milestone blockbuster!"

Ludwig: "..."

After watching "The Grudge" with a smile on his face, he accompanied Le Shi to put him on the last train back to France, feeling exhausted.

The deserted movie theater itself looks like a haunted house, a few scattered people are watching the movie tremblingly, Le Shiwei is the only one, laughing from the beginning to the end...

Fortunately, everyone paid attention to self-cultivation and did not pay attention to the two of them.

Now her mind is full of the man at the beginning of the movie, standing quietly by the window sill, and suddenly jumped down.

... The look of Uehara Jiro before his death became clear again before her eyes.

She was walking on the road at nine o'clock, and the bustling crowd passed through like a floating river.

The wind blows in May, it is not cold, but it takes away the warmth of the body.

She subconsciously tightened her shirt, and let out a long, long breath.

When such a person stays alone, it is actually just right.

When you walk on the road, you don't need anyone to walk side by side, and when you leave, you don't need anyone to see you off.

Just like when she was in France, clean and fresh.

but--

"From your average walking frequency of one step every two seconds, do you plan to walk back step by step?"

Her familiar voice, as deep as a cello and as gorgeous as velvet, came lazily from behind her.

She turned back suddenly.

Sherlock was standing five or six meters behind her, with his hands in his promise pockets, his expression as indifferent as ever.

Headlights blew across his cheeks like gusts of wind, and his face was a diamond, half hidden in the shadows cast by oak branches.

Ludwig has always felt that Sherlock's indifference is his unique, innate temperament.

Even if a fire is ignited immediately, he can still watch the flames burn himself into ashes with his indifferent expression.

...And now, he's standing there, wearing a white shirt.

The light and shadow on his face, mother-in-law whirling, flowing light.

Ludwig stared blankly at him walking towards her... The illusory sense of magnificence brought by his slender figure was so unreal.

"You finally have the expression of a normal woman."

Sherlock walked up to her, leaned over, spoke cheerfully, and looked in a good mood.

"what happened?"

She blinked slowly, but what she said was:

"My phone ran out of power just now. I've wanted to ask since last time...how did you find me when I wasn't on?"

Sherlock remained bent over, not moving.

It's just that the expression slowly faded away.

After a while, he stood up straight and said lightly, "How do you think I found you?"

Ludwig raised his head slightly, looking at Sherlock's gray sea-like eyes:

"Like... other trackers or something?"

Sherlock smiled mockingly:

"So you think I'll waste an afternoon tracking your route, recording your expressions and conversations... Maybe you think I've activated a satellite for you to follow you anytime, anywhere."

Ludwig was not affected by his mocking tone:

"I know these are special times, so even if you did install a tracker on me, I wouldn't blame you...I just think you should at least tell me."

Her clear black eyes looked straight into Sherlock's gray pupils:

"...Tracker, is there any?"

The jagged shadows of the oak trees fell in her eyes, like swan feathers floating on the surface of that mysterious black lake.

At a certain moment, he opened his mouth slightly, almost about to tell the truth.

But in the next moment, his powerful reason and his always firm heart pulled him back.

Thinking of the deeper purpose of his actions, thinking that this is the biggest challenge he has ever seen in his life, thinking of the result of his failure...

If he falls short... if he falls short...

Then he will lose everything.

So he looked into those eyes, and said indifferently but firmly: "Of course not... Vichy, I have to say, you've become a little self-righteous recently."

His tone was cold, and Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief.

She tugged on Sherlock's sleeve, with a little flattery in her tone:

"Well, Mr. Holmes, I suspected you were wrong... To express my apology, let me treat you to milk tea. What flavor do you like, strawberry?"

Speaking of strawberries...she felt the hairs reflexively.

"Forget about the strawberries... Then, drink the little yellow peach?"

Sherlock paused:

"You don't want to ask?"

"Don't ask."

Ludwig pulled his sleeves and walked ahead without looking back:

"I believe you."

Sherlock was silent for a while, then suddenly took her left hand behind his back, and walked side by side with her on the tree-lined path.

"Milk tea is a drink for ordinary people. It is mixed with too much low-quality sugar. I never...Which milk tea shop do I go to?"

Ludwig and Sherlock stood side by side at the entrance of the milk tea shop.

The high school boy wearing a baseball cap smiled:

"What do you want? We are launching a strawberry set menu today, including strawberries with green tea, strawberry milk tea with Ceylon black tea, and strawberry homemade yogurt..."

Ludwig interrupted him with a smile:

"No, we don't want strawberries, nothing about strawberries...what would you like to drink, sir?"

Sherlock didn't even look at the colorful billboard: "Coffee."

Ludwig turned his head with a smile again:

"He said he wanted a caramel macchiato and another soda, thanks."

Five minutes later, Sherlock Holmes, who never ate low-quality sugar, stood for the first time in the streets of London with a big dog's head cup in his hand with a gloomy expression.

He bit the straw but didn't drink:

"It can be judged from its smell that its sugar content is seriously exceeded, and it has been mixed with a certain proportion of sulfur. If I dry it and burn it now, it will appear black..."

And Ludwig was holding a glass of soda water, comfortably facing the lukewarm evening wind:

"I don't want to hear it, sir, but if you can't take it, don't drink it—there's a trash can over there."

Sherlock shook the cup:

"I didn't say I couldn't accept it. Although it's a bit beyond the bottom line, but... I can barely give it a try."

They walked along the Thames, the smell of water and silt, lifted from the tiny, scaly waves.

If it is more literary and artistic, you can smell the breath of fish bones and poets 100 years ago.

At the entrance of the alley in front was a small shiny shed, where people gathered lively, the lights dazzled the eyes.

The small shed was made of makeshift wood, decorated with dark leaves and large pale purple cosmos flowers.There was a piano next to it, and a girl in a purple dress with fair hair was sitting there, her fingers slowly touching the keys.

She was playing Beethoven's sonata, telling about moonlight on the Thames, love, and parting.

Ludwig looked at the piano, black and smooth.

Not a very good brand, but still so beautiful.

Looking at her profile, Sherlock suddenly said, "Do you want to try it?"

"try what?"

"piano."

Ludwig was taken aback, then smiled and said, "But I don't know how to play, what should I do?"

……lie.

There was an extremely slight ripple in Sherlock's eyes, and then he bent the corner of his mouth casually, pulling her forward:

"It's okay, I will."

Ludwig was pulled by him to the piano: "When did you learn the piano? Don't you know the violin?"

"I just learned... the exact time is probably the day you were kidnapped by my brother to drink tea."

The day Mycroft tied her to tea?

Sherlock knows about this?

Ludwig blinked: "I didn't mean not to tell you... I just forgot, and I thought it shouldn't be an important thing to you."

Sherlock didn't look at her, and didn't answer, just smiled slightly at the girl playing the piano:

"Can you borrow us the piano?"