[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

He unconsciously raised his chin slightly, and zoomed in closer until his shadow completely occupied those bright black eyes.

It was rare to make such a high-profile pose. Ludwig suppressed the urge to put his index finger on Sherlock's chin and say "beauty, give me a smile".

Speaking of the aria with a sense of accomplishment:

"Mr. Holmes, with eyes that see through the truth, is lonely. A life that completely controls emotions is boring."

Her eyes fell into Sherlock's.

Sherlock could clearly see his own dove gray in her black eyes.

"When people talk, it's better to leave a three-point margin... Otherwise, when you are used to doing experiments, someone will send text messages for you, and when you are used to having a left and right hand, you should be careful..."

Beware, what you love will leave you too.

Every time she reads in the original book that Dr. Watson is Sherlock's right-hand man, she will have a sense of seeing the truth through time.

This is simply a shining metaphor!

If Dr. Watson really became Sherlock's right hand, then Mr. Holmes would not have to deal with his physical problems...

Sherlock stared at her for a while, then suddenly blinked and turned away:

"Although the timing is a bit inappropriate, I have to say..."

He quickly sat up straight, turned his back to Ludwig, and said indifferently:

"My text messages generally contain confidential information. If I ask you to send them for me, I am afraid that the British government will be the first to let you go."

Ludwig was interrupted halfway through his lyric, and tears stuck in his throat.

She tilted her face up and took a deep breath.

"Has anyone ever told you never to comment on a woman's first love?"

Looking at Ludwig's face on the eve of the eruption, Sherlock said firmly, "No."

"Has anyone ever told you that your current behavior is as bad as knocking a half-eaten worm out of your throat?"

He was stunned into silence by Ludwig's analogy: "...No."

"Then it's understandable, no wonder you are so...death."

Ludwig stretched out his hands towards the unsuspecting consulting detective, who was immersed in some kind of entanglement and shock.

And then... Our stalwart heroine directly stuffed Mr. Sherlock Holmes, that valuable brain...in the sofa.

……

Sherlock: "What are you doing?!"

"If I suffocated you here, the people of London might salute."

"...get your hands out of my clothes!"

"Sir, I'm glad I didn't stick right into your shirt!"

"I... oh no... Vichy, let go I can't breathe!... What the hell are you doing!"

"Who made you dare to say that the person I like is dead? He's obviously alive and well! He's alive and well!"

Sherlock raised his head from the sofa with difficulty: "...What does this have to do with you putting your hand into my clothes?"

"Give up your resistance, Mr. Holmes!"

Ludwig raised his chin, proud as a queen.

"This is the cruelest punishment for human beings - I won't let it go until I find your most ticklish place!"

God, they're hopeless, please ignore, meh.

The loveliest thing about Mr. Sherlock Holmes is no matter how skilled he is at the crime scene.

On Baker Street, he can fully embody what it means to be delicate and weak and easy to be pushed down.

Ludwig got up from Sherlock contentedly.

The sun is bright and the mood is good.

Ludwig brushed his hair loose, happily ignored the refrigerator, and took four buns from the cupboard.

After a while, the expected deep male voice came from the sofa:

"You always like to jump on me when you get excited, it's so rude."

Sherlock changed out of the crumpled shirt that had been ravaged by Ludwig, and sat neatly in the center of the sofa.

It's just that instead of the Times, he's holding another... love poem?

Give a thumbs up to the upcoming birth of a generation of literary masters.

"I don't care."

Because of the genderless way of getting along with Sherlock, Ludwig is familiar with throwing Sherlock down and has no pressure.

She picked up hot water in the pot, cut half a slice of beef and put it down:

"Who told you he's dead? Sick and dead? I don't want you to be happy when I'm unhappy, and messing up clothes and hair is one of the best ways to deal with a clean freak."

"Speaking of your dead ex-ex-ex-boyfriend..."

Sherlock raised the book, just blocking Ludwig's view.

He slowly turned a page, his tone calm:

"...how long will you miss him?"

Ludwig slammed the lid on the pot:

"I said he's not dead! He's not dead! Do you understand human language?"

Sherlock quickly turned a page, and then another.

Immediately afterwards, he placed the book heavily on the sofa.

"Then, the so-called First Love that you don't actually exist but wants me to pretend that he exists... How long will you miss him?"

Ludwig took a deep breath:

"I don't want to quarrel with you, sir...but no matter who I miss, it's only limited to nostalgia, and it won't affect my current life, okay?"

He stared at her with heavy eyes:

"Won't it affect? ​​I don't think so."

"You're just baffled."

Ludwig is on fire:

"Anyway, this is all my private past, don't you think you..."

Is it too much?

However, before she could finish her sentence, there was a polite knock on the door.

"I'm making breakfast, can I trouble you to move your noble body and open the door?"

Sherlock said coldly: "I think your frail body needs more exercise."

Ludwig dropped the carrot in his hand and went to open the door without saying a word.

Then, in surprise, she said, "Arici?"

Sherlock sat up straight suddenly.

But immediately, he fell back on the sofa and opened the book again.

The tone is casual, with the sexy and languidness of just getting out of bed:

"Oh, Vichy, has anyone come to visit—"

What responded to him was a "click", the sound of the door being locked.

After all, Arisi is her friend and has nothing to do with Sherlock. Ludwig didn't want to disturb Sherlock's reading, so naturally, he went out to chat.

Before going out, he even closed the door and closed it intimately.

So Sherlock stared at the closed door in disbelief, speechless for a long time.

……

His back was against the stairs, and Ludwig's was against the door.

In the middle, there is always a distance of two meters.

"I didn't want to be so intrusive, but you never came back for coffee."

Ludwig smiled perfunctorily.

I really didn't go again because there was no need.

No matter when she just finished recalling Duan Anhe, or at ordinary times, she was not very happy to look up at Ai Ruixi's pair of eyes that were too similar.

Because, looking into those eyes, it's like looking into the ocean.

And she, like a solitary boat in his ocean, is rickety, and when a wave hits, she will capsize in his misty waves.

He raised his arm and, for a moment, seemed to want to touch her indifferent face.

but let go:

"That day, you and I went to Chinatown together, and you mentioned that you would go there again at the end of April to buy 'one noodle' from China."

He raised his hand, and there was a large box and a small box in the paper bag.

The plain cut paper is not the packaging that can be seen everywhere in the market, and it is very delicately made.

A small red lotus flower is painted on the seal, which is fluffy, as if using the soft fur of a little wolf to outline it little by little.

Very unusual pattern, yet so familiar.

"I know that kind of long noodles, which are eaten for birthdays in China... so I guess, your birthday is tomorrow."

She stared blankly at the two boxes, and unconsciously let go of the doorknob.

She took the handle of the bag and said slowly: "Thank you for the gift... Also, I didn't go because I was too busy recently, sorry."

She lowered her eyes, but raised them again because of the warm touch from her hair.

He touched her head with gentle eyes.

"Don't tell me I'm sorry, a girl is out alone, she should be vigilant."

She frowned and brushed his hand away.

"I don't like some of your actions very much. It's too intimate, not like something that friends would do."

Erici froze for a moment, retracted her hand, and smiled slightly:

"Sorry, I'm just used to smoothing the fur of the puppy that leads the house like this."

……

Ludwig suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

He smiled slightly, as if he said something casually, Duan Anhe also said it.

She played a prank when she was a child and used a toothpick to block the keyholes in half the town.

Duan Anhe followed her, unable to take it anymore, grabbed her long hair and pulled her back.

She was furious: "My hair is waist-length! Waist-length! How dare you pull my hair!"

Back then, she had hairy hands and feet, and she didn't know how to comb her hair, so she wore her hair on.

And Duan Anhe stood behind her, on the field path full of rice fragrance, the sun was setting, and the little boy combed her long hair with his hands.

Slowly, comb into a ponytail.

However, after she finally calmed down, she heard Duan Anhe explain lightly:

"I'm not pulling your hair, I'm just smoothing the neighbor's dog."

……

Duan Anhe often smiles like this, watching Wen Wenwen being bullied by her, but in fact he always beats her into the army.

This history of blood and tears is so unbearable that every word and sentence is like a small pen knife carved into the bottom of my heart, I remember it clearly and never forget it.

but……

Ludwig raised his head, gossiping as usual, probing silently, and standing more casually:

"Actually, I always thought you were of Chinese descent... I never asked, are you a British native?"

It's okay if you don't look carefully, but when you look seriously, you realize that Ai Ruixi's face is so bloodless that it is almost transparent.

...pale, very pale.

Arisi looked at her deeply, with a soft smile on her face that did not match his expression:

"I have always lived in the UK, but my maternal grandmother seems to have a little bit of Chinese ancestry."

Ludwig: "Let's not talk about this, what's the matter with your face? Why is it so white?"

"I haven't slept in many nights."

He blinked:

"Are you moved? To help you choose a gift, it's so difficult to sleep and eat."

Ludwig smiled slightly: "Of course I am touched."

"Then?"

"No then."

Because of this nonsensical remark, Irisi laughed so hard that she collapsed on the stair railing.

Ludwig was inexplicable, and had no idea where the joke was.

This time Arisi is very different from the last few times.

The first time we met, and the second time we met, he was always indifferent, looking at him, as if separated by a hazy mist, indistinct, even his face was blurred.

But this time, he had a feeling of letting go of something completely.

Arisi straightened up, with a lingering smile on her face, and said calmly:

"Actually, today, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

The dim light on the stairs evenly dyed his soft chestnut-colored hair.The lamp panel of the chandelier with marigolds left a swaying shadow on his face.

"bid farewell?"

There was a moment when it was uncertain whether it existed, and thinking seemed to stop.

But she quickly reacted and repeated lightly:

"Oh, goodbye."

"Because of something, I'm leaving here next week..."

He smiled and said in a calm tone:

"Because I'm not sure whether I can see you again next week, so I'll come and tell you in advance."

"What about your coffee shop?"

"It's going to be closed...but it doesn't matter. There are so many people who have drank coffee in my coffee shop. In my coffee shop, they fell in love, got together, and parted again."

The smile on his face was so bright that there was no trace of sadness about leaving.

"And the person it is waiting for has also come... This is enough."

The silhouettes under his eyes are like thick ink, with deep reflections.

Ludwig stood in a daze for a while before remembering what he originally wanted to ask.

Immediately, there was a storm in my heart.

...However, a few encounters.

Why, she is like this, can't hold on to herself?

She bit her lip and forced herself back to normal:

"Don't be so sad."

She smiled and waved:

"Didn't you say you are British? Britain is so big, maybe we will meet each other on the street one day, why do you say goodbye so cautiously?"

"Be careful, there is always nothing wrong."

He looked deeply at her.

Obviously with a smile, obviously gentle and bright.

But Ludwig somehow felt that he was mourning.

The long, penetrating sadness is like a lonely flower bud under the black eaves and on the ice-breaking stream.

"I thought it was just an ordinary goodbye... But when I turned around again, the person I was looking for was nowhere to be found, no matter what."

Ludwig slowly clenched his fists.

I just feel that there is a small opening in my chest, and there is a lonely cold wind passing through my chest.

I just feel that my mind is like a weak branch, like a spider's thread with dripping water, which is overwhelmed, and if it is heavier, it will break.

Duan Anhe, Duan Anhe...

If he is Duan Anhe, if he has recognized her...why, didn't he tell her?