[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig finished arranging the lilies on the table, took two steps back, and unsatisfiedly pulled out another branch to arrange again:

"I met your friend William Shakespeare on the street. He was very happy and couldn't wait to share with me the news of your hospitalization."

She didn't care about Shakespeare's smearing to the end-the person who dared to say her family's Ann and "no, no, no, he is indeed going to die" so happily, no matter how loyal, someone must beat on behalf of the moon.

Duan Anhe curled his lips silently: "Really?"

Ludwig leaned in front of him and looked at the book in his hand:

"You're so knowledgeable...I didn't know you could speak Japanese as well as French?"

Duan Anhe closed the book: "I don't really understand it, just take a look at it in your spare time."

...and pretended to be with her, obviously studied Japanese thoroughly when he was 15 years old.

……

Ludwig smiled slightly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took out a pair of round-head scissors from it.

She was in the hallway, already seen clearly.

This is the VIP transfer room in the intensive care unit.

If the disease is cured, it will be transferred here, and if it cannot be cured, it will also be transferred here... life and death, and finally leave here.

……

She started pruning the lily leaves seriously:

"Really, then you are so humble... I happened to go to your apartment and found that you can also speak Chinese. The sentence you wrote on the window... what is it?"

She didn't look at him, but said casually:

"Ah, that, 'I want to live with you, in a small town, with endless twilight'...beautiful, isn't it?"

In the ward, there was a moment of silence, only the sound of Ludwig's scissors clicking.

When Ludwig heard that Duan Anhe was silent, he knew that he was thinking about countermeasures.

She was not in a hurry, and waited with the corner of her mouth hooked.

It took a long time for Duan Anhe to speak slowly, this time in Chinese:

"Vichy..."

Hearing those two familiar words, Ludwig suddenly knocked the glass vase heavily on the bedside table.

The petals trembled, and thick pollen fell from the center of the flower.

She turned her head, her eyes were finally a little red.

She raised her chin and said clearly in Chinese:

"You still want to have lunch? Classmate Duan, let me tell you, Classmate Li is very angry. You don't have lunch."

……

Duan Anhe's eyes softened a little, and he said:

"Vichy..."

But he just smiled and said slowly in Chinese:

"Vichy...you broke the vase and it leaked."

Ludwig paused, calmly poured the water from the vase into the trash can, and turned around.

With her back to Duan Anhe, she wiped off the water on the table with a paper towel.

... how long, how long.

It's been a long time since I heard someone call "Vixi" in Chinese.

The familiar tone, across half the ocean, across a time and space, rang again in her ears.

Every word is like a fog.

...Why did she come here ten years ago?

...Ten years later, why did Duan Anhe appear here?

Ludwig put down the rag:

"Is there still buy one get one free in time travel? It's fine if I come, why are you here?"

They all knew what "here" meant in Ludwig's words.

It is understandable that this strange and impossible situation happened to one person, but it happened to two people... It is too coincidental to say it is a coincidence.

Duan Anhe carefully put the book on the bedside table, not paying much attention to the question:

"And you, how did you come here?"

Ludwig turned around: "I forgot."

Duan Anhe chuckled lightly:

"Indeed, this question is not important now, why bother to ask again."

"No, it's important, I really don't remember."

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed:

"I just remember that I had dinner, went out to buy books, passed the yard, stood on the promenade, and saw you playing chess with grandpa..."

"and then?"

"Then? Then, I went to the corridor and said 'goodbye' to you and Grandpa."

"What happened after that? Do you remember?"

Ludwig shook her head... She came here after that, and she had been thinking about the incident for ten years, and wanted to know what happened at that time.

But I can't recall anything.

"What about you? How did you get here?"

Duan Anhe looked at his pale fingers... so pale that they were so transparent that they had no blood at all.

Already, the color of the dead.

But he looked like he didn't care:

"A friend who studied archeology in Japan invited me to go to Upper Egypt to be an interpreter. I met a jewelry seller on the street and saw that he had a pair of beautiful necklaces, so I bought them from him by the way... I will come here, probably as an addition to the necklace. effect."

"Upper Egypt? Isn't Egypt already unified?"

Egypt seems to appear a lot recently... Ludwig frowned, faintly feeling that something was wrong:

"What did you use to buy it with him?"

He smiled softly:

"After all, it was a necklace worn by the pharaoh, and the names of fourteen Egyptian gods were engraved on it. It should be more expensive... There are so many things in the world that cannot be explained. If you think about it, it's not surprising."

"Nothing? So nothing?"

She stared blankly at his pale face, and suddenly smiled slowly:

"I don't know what kind of disease you have...don't lie, I can find out if you don't tell me."

Duan Anhe touched his cold fingers, smiled, and then withdrew his hand:

"Europeans don't care about their bodies, stay up late, drink too much, and have organ failure at a young age..."

"So many people stay up late and drink too much, and their organs fail... Is it too coincidental? Or are you too good-natured?"

Ludwig said slowly:

"Or...is this the price you exchanged for coming here?"

Duan Anhe looked at her cold face, habitually reached out, and gently touched her head:

"It's not that dramatic, my coming here has nothing to do with my body... don't think about it."

Ludwig clapped his hands away:

"Don't talk about drama... I can accept any myths now. If this is the price of space transformation, you tell me, I can also make preparations as soon as possible, and break up with my boyfriend as soon as possible, so as not to delay others... "

Even though she tried her best to endure, at this moment, her voice was still trembling uncontrollably.

Duan Anhe bent the corner of his mouth:

"You really look like grandpa..."

He is the grandson of her natal family recognized by her grandfather. The two sides are regarded as a family, and they usually call him grandpa.

"I heard what my father said... At that time, grandma lost a lot of blood and was about to die. He also said directly to grandma, 'Your life is about to pass, and leave me a message, so I can remember it in the future. think'."

"The living need pity, but the dying have no pity."

Ludwig looked at him indifferently, his fingers under the bed tightly clutching the sheets.

"That's why my uncle often said that in this world, there are only people who are dying. Don't show mercy to him. You can't keep him, because if you keep him, he can't take him away... Don't you understand what your father said?"

... the blood all over the body is cold.

He was obviously motionless, but his bones creaked.

But she just gritted her teeth and calmly repeated to Duan Anhe what grandpa said to grandma after a while:

"Ah... your life is about to pass, and leave me a message, so that I can think about it in the future."

……

An He looked at her with his chin propped on one hand, and couldn't help laughing as he watched.

"If you have to leave a word... I already left it when I said goodbye last time."

His eyes are calm, facing the death that is close at hand, it is like watching the fire from the other side, calmly watching the time flow by bit by bit... and he dies bit by bit.

He hugged Ludwig's thin shoulders and patted her on the back reassuringly.

Like a superficial touch, he let go soon.

"If it's not enough, I can write a few more sentences for you. There are still a few days left, and copying a collection of poems is enough... You liked Tang Bohu before, but do you still like it now? Copying him, okay?"

……

Just when the atmosphere was tense, Ludwig suddenly shook in his pocket.

"There's no more coffee at home. sh"

...Why did he come to ask about coffee at such a chaotic time?

Ludwig almost replied with a headache:

"Yes, old John just bought it."

Almost without a pause, he sent again: "It's gone now. sh"

"Then go buy it yourself!"

"Are you kidding me? sh"

"..."

Even if they didn't meet each other, Ludwig could still imagine Sherlock raising his head arrogantly and casually saying, "Are you kidding me?"

Ludwig raised his head...An He was looking at her with a smile on his chin.

The atmosphere that was frozen by death before disappeared completely under Sherlock's sudden text message.

She moved her fingers:

"Sherlock, I'm busy."

Sherlock didn't send again for a while.

Ludwig thought he had stopped, but just as she was about to put the phone back in her pocket, the phone vibrated again.

“Dinner is convenient, please come to Royal restaurant. sh”

The subtext is of course—please come to the Royal Restaurant even if it’s not convenient.

But since he didn't say the second half of the sentence, he simply took advantage of her... Ludwig paused his fingers, and replied:

"not very convenient."

As if expecting her to say this, the next text message came without a pause:

"St. Mary's Hospital is 200 meters away from nine o'clock. sh"

Ludwig frowned, but before she replied, "It's not convenient", another text message followed:

"Please come if you are inconvenient. sh"

Ludwig: "..."

Her family, Mr. Holmes, has been getting faster and faster recently, and it has become harder and harder to fool. This is not a good sign.

She sighed, and finally said "yes".

He raised his head again, with a calm expression on his face.

Duan Anhe looked at her with a smile, stroked his chin thoughtfully with his fingers, and smiled so that his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

... Inexplicably, there is a sense of instant sight of puppy love being caught by the teacher.

Ludwig took out a small notebook and a pen from his shirt pocket:

"Don't give up until the last moment, maybe there is still room for change."

Her tone was extremely calm, but the words she wrote were crooked:

"The reason why you came here was a necklace inscribed with the names of fourteen gods in Egypt. How long have you been here? How did you come to Erich..."

"I came here five years ago, which was unexpected. Then I thought you might be here too, so I opened a coffee shop to wait for you. The physical problem appeared three years ago, not because of you."

Duan Anhe held her hand and gently interrupted her:

"Don't write, don't think about it... I never lied to you, did I? You will be fine, how can I let you have an accident? "

Ludwig clenched his pen tightly and kept writing.

"Your tone is very sure, you must know something...don't give up, let's try harder, shall we?"

She just couldn't do nothing and watch him die.

"Maybe you can go back if you find the necklace... Tell me about the man who sells the necklace. I'll leave for Egypt in the afternoon..."

She froze as she spoke.

to Egypt?But she had no money... All her money was spent to buy a gray gemstone cufflink for her boyfriend.

…If you don’t have any money, you can borrow some from others. If you can’t sell the apartment in France, the neighbor downstairs has always wanted to buy it. It is enough to sign the contract first and get the money.

Can people still die because of money?

After making up his mind, Ludwig continued to list the items, but An He held the pen in his hand.

He firmly, bit by bit, pulled the pen out of Ludwig's hand.

"useless."

He looked out of the window, the sun was getting weaker and weaker, a thin ray of light came in from the crack of the curtain, and fell on his too thin wrist.

"Everyone is mortal, Vichy...surviving in fear is too embarrassing, I hope to leave calmly."

He smiled and turned to look at her:

"According to the custom in my hometown, you are not allowed to cry when you die, but to laugh, because changes are good, and life and death are the biggest changes... I have always wanted to know what is behind death, Vichy, I am looking forward to death. "

Ludwig watched his cold pale fingertips slowly move away from the back of his hand.

"Zhuang Zhou's wife died, and she sang with drums... Have you forgotten?"

……

Drumming and singing... how hard-hearted is that?

Ludwig closed his eyes.

After a long time, she stood up:

"That's right, if you want to be happy, we will be happy. We don't want to think about those things, and we don't care about them... Maybe we will meet again in a hundred years, and the little friends in our town can still gather for a table Play majiang."

She shrugged, put away the pen and paper on the bed sheet, and pretended to be relaxed and joked with him:

"By the way, what color do you like for your mourning hall? Black is too solemn... how about pink?"

Duan Anhe touched her temple with some headaches, and pulled her back:

"Don't make trouble, pink mourning hall, do you want the funeral home to throw me out wrapped in a white cloth? Let's talk about you... That was your boyfriend just now?"

Ludwig suddenly had the feeling of taking his boyfriend home, and was a little nervous, but he said honestly:

"Yes."

"Sherlock Holmes?"

Ludwig blinked: "Yes."

"Is that so..."

Duan Anhe propped his head with one hand, smiling brightly:

"Then I'm also your natal family, so I should have some privileges and benefits, right?"

He modestly opened his hand to Ludwig:

"autograph."

"..."