[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

The legendary god drove a golden carriage with the sun on it, and drove slowly to the top of the obelisk of Sherlock Holmes Manor.

……

Sherlock puts down the book:

"It's just us at home today... for lunch?"

Ludwig's hand under the quilt almost reached into his abdomen, pulled out a certain organ, and crushed it in his hand. He will never see it again in this life.

But she didn't want to look too embarrassed in front of Sherlock, so she didn't show any expression except her jaw was tightly locked:

"Eat it, I haven't finished reading this chapter yet, so I'll eat it later."

Sherlock didn't say anything, just picked up the book again, and didn't mention the meal again.

……

So the sun god slowly descended from the top of the obelisk to the mountain again, and the light-colored floor-to-ceiling curtains changed with the color of the clouds outside the window.

At this moment, outside the clear embossed glass window, it is as gray as a dove's feather, with a hint of rouge powder.

Ludwig sat on the bed for a whole day, holding a book, trying hard to read some chapters of documents, but couldn't read a single word.

...She wants to lie down and roll, how can Sherlock roll if she doesn't move here... Doesn't he even go to the bathroom?

The phone didn't ring either... Even though he was very busy yesterday, Lestrade sent three text messages in succession after twelve o'clock, it seemed that the religious terrorist organization was planning some kind of large-scale bombing.

Just as Ludwig was thinking, Sherlock suddenly stood up and put the medical book in his hand on the bedside table.

Ludwig raised his head hopefully:

"Are you going out?"

"Ah."

With his back to her, he straightened the collar of his shirt, and fastened the silver cuffs of the cuffs with his slender fingers.

"I have something to do, let's go out."

He seemed to be in a real hurry, and opened the door of the room while putting on his coat.

Ludwig waved his hand cheerfully: "Come back alive."

Sherlock gave her a cold look and closed the door.

After Sherlock left, Ludwig immediately threw the book aside, and collapsed on the bed without any image, rolled himself into a ball, rolled from the right side of the bed to the left, and then from left to right.She threw the pillow to the ground, gasped for breath, and tore her hair messily, just wanting to pull the scalp off.

Then, stopped in the middle and didn't move.

...It's been a really hard day today.

The goose down quilt in May was not thick, and after sitting for a whole day, her toes were numb.

This is not Baker Street, there is no hot water bottle for her menstrual period, and there is no cup for her, so there is no condition to cover the hot water.

She didn't even take a sip of hot water... Sherlock's house is too big. In the small place where she used to live, it only takes 10 minutes to go to school, but it takes 15 minutes to walk here to have a meal... I really don't understand these local tyrants , Why do you have to toss your life so hard, if you have the ability to pass the bus upstairs and downstairs.

...and asked Sherlock to help her get it?Forget it, she can't even think of the scene of using Sherlock.

She didn't even feel comfortable ordering old John around, she felt too much of herself as the master.

After all, this is not her own place.

Ludwig curled up into a ball, as if a scraping was going on inside his abdomen.Compared with a severed hand, this pain is of course lighter, but it can't stand the feeling of being pricked by needles.

Please let me die.

……

A cool voice came from the sofa:

"So, this is your normal way of expressing pain?"

"..."

Ludwig turned around in horror.

She saw that Sherlock was holding a cup of hot water, standing beside her bed, with deep eyes like the male protagonist in a romance novel.

She was at a loss for words:

"You... didn't you go out?"

"I did go out when you licked your lips 57 times."

He said calmly:

"Then asked Old John to pour the hot water, and came back again."

Ludwig: "..."

Who the hell pours a cup of hot water at home and wears a coat?

Ludwig buried his head in the quilt again:

"you liar."

"I told you I was only out 'for a while', and that wasn't a lie."

Sherlock put the hot water on the bedside table, and one side of the bed sank slightly...he also sat up.

Ludwig felt the cool smell on his body gradually approaching, rolled to one side, and said sullenly:

"Stay away from me, sir."

Sherlock paused as he reached out.

She continued sullenly:

"I'm sweating all over my body now, and I can't take a shower yet. It's so dirty... Stay away from me."

Sherlock's outstretched hand fell on her messy long hair.

While slowly combing her long hair with his fingers, he commented objectively:

"Fortunately... Since your oil secretion is not strong, I can still accept a small amount of urea, a mixture of inorganic salts and water."

Ludwig: "..."

Sherlock lay down, pushed aside the quilt that separated the two, and hugged her from behind:

"You don't have to be so brave in front of me, my lady."

"I didn't try to be brave, I just cultivated well."

"Then in front of me, you can put down your self-cultivation, because it's of no use to me... Are you shaking and hurting badly?"

After a while, Ludwig said:

"Fortunately."

"When you say 'it's okay,' it means it hurts."

The crimson glow smudged on the glass windows, dyeing the white sheets a light orange-pink.

His face, his hair, his body... Also, his expression when facing her.

But all of this, Ludwig turned his back to Sherlock and couldn't see anything.

Sherlock's slender fingers, barely groping as if they had eyes, were placed precisely on her belly, above her uterus.

His deep voice came from behind:

"It hurts here?"

Ludwig was stunned for a while before replying: "Yes."

Sherlock hugged her tightly, but was careful not to shake her body any more:

"...what can I do for you?"

Ludwig bit his lip, not daring to move:

"I want a drink of water, sir."

Sherlock let her go, Ludwig sat up, and Sherlock brought her water from the bedside table.

...Sherlock brought her water...

It seems that today's life is not only hard work, but also illusory.

The warm water flowed into the stomach, and Ludwig finally felt a little warmer in his stomach.

Sherlock watched her drinking water calmly, and said slowly:

"You're supposed to have primary physical pain from ischemia...it's treatable, a lot of women don't have pain after giving birth, if you do..."

He seemed to have made a great determination, and after a long pause, he spoke again:

"Vichy...do we need a child"

"..."

Ludwig was lying on one side, choking to death, the water in his hand almost spilled on the bed, but before the tragedy happened, Sherlock firmly held her hand holding the glass.

Ludwig raised his head in embarrassment:

"What are you talking about? Kids? Are you kidding me? You like kids?"

Sherlock frowned: "Of course I don't like it, they are too stupid and troublesome..."

……madness?Apart from the Holmes brothers, which newborn child in the world is not stupid?Is it still expected that they will know probability theory and mathematical statistics as soon as they are born?

Seeing that Ludwig's expression was not right, Sherlock quickly changed his words:

"But it's not completely unacceptable...if there's only one, and the child's mother is you."

...it's just ridiculous.

How many children is she discussing with Sherlock Holmes?

Ludwig took a piece of paper from the bedside table and wiped the water from the corner of his mouth:

"You can rest assured that I would rather die in pain than be so mad that I would have a child... Or with your child? Mr. Holmes, are you crazy?"

……

She threw the tissue in the trash, but didn't hear Sherlock speak again.

Because of Sherlock's silence, the room suddenly entered a suffocating silence.

After Ludwig withdrew his hand, he slowly realized what was wrong with what she said just now.

Sure enough, after silence, Sherlock said slowly:

"You don't want to have children?"

Ludwig bit his lip, and just about to explain, he heard Sherlock say again in a soft and calm voice:

"Or...don't want to have my child?"

Ludwig opened his mouth: "I'm not..."

But Sherlock didn't wait for her to speak. He took the water glass that was shaking in Ludwig's hand, and put the glass aside. The bottom of the glass collided with the hard oak, making a crisp sound.

Outside the window, the setting sun burns on the branches of trees.

And inside the window, the atmosphere is so stagnant.

Sherlock stood up calmly and said nothing more.

As if nothing happened, he didn't say a word, didn't even show an unhappy expression... He just took the No.13 medical book he had read half of today, opened the door, and went out.

……

He really went out this time...

It's not just "once".

When she spoke, she always had no scruples about Sherlock, she always took it for granted that Sherlock was indifferent and reserved, and they were just ants in his eyes... and he was so proud that he would not be hurt at all.

...Look, I made a mistake.

Ludwig pressed his temple, picked up the hot water he put on the bedside table, and drank it down.

She lifted the quilt, glanced under the bed, but didn't see the shoes, so she simply didn't even wear the shoes, and jumped out of the bed with bare feet.

The long, dark corridor was lit with only a few half-lit ship lights, and the doors were closed one by one, extending to an invisible end.

Like, the cabin of a cruise ship that is about to set sail.

Barefoot, Ludwig walked through door after door, knocking on each door, and turning the doorknob when no one answered.

Every door was locked, and she didn't know whether it was locked from the inside or the outside, and she didn't know which room Sherlock would be in.

But since he took the book, he shouldn't go outside the study, right?Sherlock has clear regulations on the region, even in the small apartment on Baker Street, he has divided it well - eating must be on the coffee table, and experiments must be on the dining table.

The ridiculous way of division is like a child dividing his own territory.

In many ways, he is a child himself, what kind of child does he want.

The building where Sherlock lives is in the style of an old-fashioned castle. The rooms are arranged in a circle, all of which are Sherlock's study rooms. The rooms are inserted in the walls like cells, showing the owner's powerful memory and amazing brain power. capacity.

She walked for a long time, and the soles of her feet were already icy, but she walked back to her room along a circular arc.

The oak door of the study room was opened a small crack, and the warm yellow light from a study room next to her room was slightly blurred, forming a water-like triangle on the ground.

She stopped three or four meters away.

Because the rooms are arranged in a circle, and the opening direction of the door is fixed, which just blocks the light, so when Ludwig came out, he didn't notice this room.

It turned out that he didn't go very far, he just walked to the next door to her.

Ludwig gently pushed the door open, and there was a creaking sound from the door. The ancient tone of the wooden door and the thick smell of books came to his face... Books were everywhere, and there were several layers of bookcases and shelves on the roof. There are wooden stairs next to it, which can climb all the way to the ceiling.

Sherlock was facing her with his back, the curtains were tightly closed, and on the large desk, a painted lamp with carved horses and soldiers was burning.

The light source is emitted from here.

Sherlock's slender figure dragged a long shadow behind him.

Ludwig stepped on his shadow with bare feet, and the painted on the window glass fell on the wooden floor piece by piece, red and green light spots:

"Did I piss you off again?"