[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

In fact, Duan Anhe is bad in his heart, not much better than her. Only when people are blind will they think that he is a gentleman.

After being speechless for a while, Ludwig touched his nose:

"It's possible to sign it, but it's a bit difficult to take a photo... You've liked him for so many years, and you've stayed in Baker Street for so long, yet you didn't even ask for his autographed photo? It's shameful, Duan."

Duan Anhe picked up the water glass and touched his lips again, with a serious tone:

"In the original novel, Sherlock Holmes and Watson are too close...I'm afraid that he will be misunderstood by secretly filming him."

Ludwig turned his head: "Let me ask for you...but I don't think he has such a thing."

Duan Anhe put down the cup gently, and rolled up his white shirt:

"Your set of "The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes" was still stolen from my bookshelf... No, it was moved away, don't you remember?"

Ludwig gave a dry laugh:

"Is that so... Ah, I think he must have one. Autographed photos or something, it's a piece of cake."

"Honestly, I also opened a cafe on Baker Street because of him."

He smiled, like cool spring water, gurgling down from the cracks in the rocks:

"Because we are all Sherlock Holmes fans, you like Sherlock Holmes so much, no matter where you are in the world, you will definitely come here to have a look."

Ludwig gently put the phone back into his pocket, and bent his eyes:

"It's true, sooner or later, I will come here... But I didn't expect that I would actually run into Holmes."

An He folded his hands, his slender fingers resting casually on the snow-white quilt:

"What kind of person is he...in the real world?"

"he?"

Ludwig narrowed his eyes and frowned:

"He's not like you at all... He throws away his clothes when he wears them, never folds his quilt, and walks from the sofa to the tea table with his shoes on... It's fine to grow penicillium in coffee cups, but he keeps people's eyeballs in them Do you know white vinegar? I have to help him iron his shirts every night, and I have to tidy up a small apartment at least three times a day, and every time it is the scene of a murder..."

Duan Anhe's fingers tightened slightly.

"He treats you badly?"

He pondered for a while:

"If you really don't want to stay here, there is actually another way, you can go back..."

He spoke halfway, but didn't go on, just looked at her fixedly.

Ludwig froze for a moment, then smiled:

"No, no, I didn't say he treated me badly... In fact, he has treated me unexpectedly well. He will do a lot of things for you on his own initiative, and you often don't realize these things until a long time later. will know."

Duan Anhe rubbed the phalanx of his left hand with the fingers of his right hand, but did not answer.

Her eyes sparkle:

"And... do you know how big Sherlock's world is?"

She gestured with her fingers:

"I thought we were already very smart, but his collection of books filled at least thirty rooms of this size... I haven't found that he doesn't know anything except literature and physics. Now he doesn't even know these two subjects. I'm starting to get used to it too."

As she spoke, she couldn't help raising the corners of her mouth:

"If laws are rules and virtues are constraints...then he is the one who uses logic to break all these. He is the best adventurer and the best logician in the world."

……

Duan Anhe's fingers slowly loosened.

He smiled and looked at his neighbor's little sister, this best friend who had confessed to him awkwardly, but lost by accident, talking about her current boyfriend, her eyes were shining like stars, full of admiration.

That demeanor... was exactly the same as when she talked about Sherlock Holmes when she was a child.

……

"So, no matter what he does, I won't be surprised, just think - yes, this is Sherlock Holmes."

Ludwig raised his eyes, those pure black eyes were like the vast night sky, hanging down from the end of the sky.

Regardless of previous life or present life, the color has never been changed.

She laughed slowly:

"You see, I was so spoiled by you at home that I didn't even wash my own dishes, let alone wash the dishes for others, but in such a short time by his side, I have learned to do what I should know and not know. Yes, because he's Sherlock Holmes worth the price... Do you know how it feels?"

……

Understand?Of course he understands.

He was willing to close the small dark room with her, help her clean up the mess, and was willing to carry a comb for her... When she caused trouble, he imitated her handwriting and helped her copy the entire three volumes of scriptures.

She mixed his ink with vegetable oil, stole his books, cut his clothes to make a dog's nest, and she was justified.

All of this... He was so indifferent, he followed her willingly, and was dragged away by her.

It's just because... she, Li Weixi, is worth the fare.

Duan Anhe's gaze was clear and penetrating. He looked at Ludwig, as if he had seen her, many years later, what she would look like as a wife and mother.

The little girl he had been having headaches for a long time...has finally grown up, can love others, and can be loved by others.

……

Since they are all willing.

An He smiled slightly.

Then... that extra necklace of fourteen Egyptian gods, just let it be buried in the soil like that, and it won't see the light of day.

……

When Ludwig came out of the hospital, it was already sunset.

At the beginning of the lights on the streets of London, she saw Sherlock from a distance, sitting casually on a wooden chair in the coffee shop, with two slender legs that couldn't fit under the table, so she had to stick them outside.

The men of the Holmes family are born with spotlight effects - except for the old Mr. Holmes.

The waitresses at the royal restaurant gathered not far away, watching him and whispering, but her Mr. Holmes has been using the mobile phone like no one else.

There was another vibration in the pocket.

"13 minutes late.sh"

Ludwig: "..."

He didn't make an appointment with her at all, he just mentioned a location, how could he be late!

Ludwig trotted across the road, but just as he stood on the other side of the road, the phone in his hand vibrated again.

"Ten 4 minutes late. sh"

"..."

Ludwig went to the window of the cafe and knocked on the glass.

Sherlock raised his head, and Ludwig took advantage of this moment to raise his phone.

——"Crack".

Take shape.

Ludwig walked into the shop, pulled out the chair opposite him, and sat down.

Sherlock leaned against the wooden bench and crossed his hands:

"I'm assuming you didn't secretly photograph me for the purpose of using my photo as a phone screen saver."

Ludwig was quickly retouching the picture on his mobile phone, when he heard this, he said in surprise:

"Sneaky filming? No, I'm filming openly and aboveboard...just what Erich wanted."

She took out a small notebook from her bag:

"Come here, sign me. He wants your autographed photo. I'll scan it when the time comes."

Sherlock's eyes stayed on her face for a second, and he concluded lightly:

"The smell of disinfectant, the pollen of lilies, the dusty soil on the shoes, the rust on the edges of the nails... You went to Chinatown before going to St. Mary's Hospital...Obviously, you discovered the fact that your first love's organs failed .”

Ludwig stopped holding the book:

"You already knew that his organs were failing?"

Sherlock took a sip of coffee with critical eyes:

"I knew it when he brought you a gift last time, and I reminded you."

……

Ludwig remembered.

When Ann He brought her a birthday present, Sherlock said to her:

"What the hell are you talking about? War, peace, organ failure, birth, old age, sickness, death, the depreciation of the franc, or the increase in the price of milk?"

... Organ failure, he really mentioned it a long time ago, but it's almost as if he didn't mention it.

……

"But you told me at the time that he left because of serious financial problems."

"Oh, Vichy."

Ludwig felt that she heard the naked contempt in Sherlock's calm tone:

"Of course he has serious financial problems... For ordinary middle-class people, the cost of medicine alone is not a small sum for the treatment of organ failure."

……

Ludwig did not speak for a long time.

"You're angry?"

Sherlock put down the coffee cup, his eyes swept across her face lightly:

"It doesn't make sense, Vichy... I've already given you a clear hint. It's because you didn't hear it yourself. People should be responsible for their own observation skills."

Ludwig smiled:

"I'm not mad at you...it's my fault."

"...then why did you pour all the sugar in my coffee?"

"Because I saw you drinking so happily, I suddenly became a little unhappy."

"...You just said you weren't angry with me."

"Which eye of yours saw me angry?"

Ludwig smiled more gently:

"I'm just sugaring you."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome."

……

The two had to order two cups of coffee again.

But obviously the waiter was eager to serve them a few more cups of coffee, and she passed Sherlock back and forth several times, either cleaning the table or arranging flowers, with the neckline pulled low.

"I promised you that I would explain it to you... But there are some things that I can't explain myself, so you can only listen to it."

Ludwig stirred it with a coffee spoon, but he didn't want to drink it.

"Erishi is someone I've known for a long time. Something happened before and we separated."

She sorted out her thoughts and chose to give up:

"I really don't know how to explain it... Either you ask questions and I answer them?"

Sherlock's sharp eyes stopped on her face:

"you sure?"

"determine."

His expression is a bit unpredictable:

"Then I asked?"

"Ah."

"You ever liked him?"

"……Um."

"Please list adverbs of specific degree."

"..."

Ludwig couldn't help but put down the coffee cup:

"Could you ask a more plausible question?"

Sherlock said lightly:

"I'm just trying to get the information I want in a relatively gentle way... But obviously, you prefer to accept an interrogation-style interrogation because you want it to end sooner."

He glanced at Ludwig's hand gripping the glass.

Ludwig was expressionless: "You continue."

Sherlock took a sip of coffee: "You are not blood relatives."

"No, but the two families are very close, like a family."

...the two families are very close?There are only a handful of families who are close to his girlfriend's parents, and the information is all in his mind, and Erich is definitely not included in it.

……

Sherlock took out his mobile phone and calmly sent a text message:

"Why didn't you recognize him in the first place?"

"Because his current appearance is different from what I remember... People always change a lot when they grow up."

...changed too much to recognize?Ai Ruixi had a serious illness five years ago and almost died. She had surgery, but no plastic surgery.

Sherlock paused, then started texting again:

"But you liked him."

"It is because of my past that I am what I am, sir."

Ludwig stopped stirring, looked up at Sherlock:

"They have already happened. I can't take my past away. Instead, I am grateful for the feelings he brought me, just like I... appreciate you."

Sherlock's texting fingers stopped.

He looked at his little girlfriend.

Ludwig smiled at him:

"There is a wonderful life with wonderful companions, isn't it? On this point, I'm afraid I can't find anyone else who is more wonderful than you."

Sherlock picked up the coffee and took a sip slowly:

"I'm glad you have this knowledge, but with all due respect, this is simply a superficial matter, and you actually just realized now... Your observation ability has not returned from vacation?"

"..."

The item of expressing love with Sherlock must be included in the blacklist of life.

……

Sherlock took the small book that Ludwig put on the table, and signed a name on it:

"What kind of character is the Erich you knew before?... If I have to meet and shake hands with him on the wedding red carpet, it's better to know more about him."

"I'm afraid there is no chance. He... time is running out, and I am far from getting married."

"No, you are of legal marriage age."

Sherlock frowned suddenly:

"Or are you implying that I propose to you?"