[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Even her teeth were shaking, but she still looked at him calmly:

"It's also... because sometimes, the person you thought you would never see again, the next second, you will see..."

She raised her face and leaned against the wall casually, but her eyes were calm, catching every trace of the other person's expression:

"...Isn't it? The leaves fall in spring, and the flowers bloom in autumn... You never know what will happen in this world the next moment."

His expression was flawless, as if he was simply discussing an ordinary question with her:

"Yes, but under all these seemingly disordered appearances, there are harsh rules hidden. Just like a leaf is about to wither, then, even on a bright spring day, it can only wither..."

Erich smiled slightly:

"If you encounter it, remember never to touch it."

Ludwig was listening calmly for a second.

next second.

But she suddenly restrained all her expressions, opened her eyes wide, and stared at the man in front of her, without warning:

"Duan Anhe, how long are you going to pretend?"

She held her breath, her heart was beating violently, her fingers were trembling.

Blood rushed into both ears, and there was a slight tinnitus.

But she couldn't feel all of this, she just opened her eyes wide, not letting go of the slightest expression on Ai Ruixi's face.

If he is Duan Anhe...

If he is Duan Anhe.

but……

Irisi blinked for no reason, her slightly upturned eyelashes fanned a little wind, whistling into the hollow in her chest.

"Duan An...and?"

He struggled to bite these three words, and said apologetically:

"What is this? Also, just now, what language?"

Ludwig stared at him closely.

Ever since I came to this world, my eyes, which have never cried, turned red little by little.

"Tell me...please."

Her eyes were red, but there were no tears.

In Chinese, she said slowly and clearly:

"If you are Duan Anhe... I beg you, tell me."

The tone was begging and humble, but she still raised her chin stubbornly, as if the word "begging" didn't come from her mouth.

Erich looked at her red eyes in silence.

For a moment, in those eyes that were as serene and boundless as the sea, a storm rose suddenly, and the light was covered by dark clouds, as if it was about to rain.

But in the blink of an eye, the storm in his eyes disappeared without a trace before anyone could see clearly.

He is still the gentle and harmless Erich.

He took a step forward, took Ludwig into his arms with one hand, stroked her hair, and murmured:

"Don't be like this, Vichy, don't be so sad."

He patted her on the back reassuringly:

"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying...but why are you so upset? Can you tell me?"

Ludwig lay motionless in his arms, his heart getting cold little by little, but his eyes gradually cleared up.

Her beautiful boy, his Duan Anhe.

As long as her eyes are slightly red, he will be flustered and at a loss.

As long as she gently softened her tone, he would sigh helplessly.

He is mature since he was a child, and his panic does not show on his face.And it took her years to learn how to pick out all his subtle emotions.

……

Duan Anhe ignored her when she heard the word "begging".

This is not her little neighbor An He.

This is Erich from a strange land.

……

Ludwig lowered his eyes, the exhaustion coming from the depths of his body was unbearable, and his back was soaked with sweat.

She moved slightly, trying to get out of Erich's arms.

Just then, the door behind her opened without warning.

In the lazy tone of the visitor, there was a strong dissatisfaction:

"Oh, Vichy, are you rooting at the door? I just want to remind you that if you don't finish talking—"

He suddenly stopped, as if his voice was suddenly choked by something, and there was a strange calm.

Ludwig sighed for a long time, and gently broke away from Erich's hand.

... Sure enough, I was really tired.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, glanced at Ai Ruixi with sharp eyes, and his voice was inexplicably tight:

"—The boiled beef in the pot is about to turn into fried beef... What's wrong with your eyes? I don't seem to come at the right time?"

Ludwig was expressionless: "Indeed, it's a very bad time."

Sherlock glanced at her lightly, and Ludwig felt inexplicably cold.

...Well, it's really a bit unkind to face her roommate in front of outsiders. She will go back and reflect on herself later.

Ludwig crossed his arms, and Sherlock had already turned his gaze to Erich.

Then, his eyes froze.

Ai Ruixi still had that breezy posture, smiling, as if she couldn't feel Sherlock's overly strong gaze.

His shirt cuffs were neatly buttoned, and he wore a watch on his wrist.The trousers are not like Sherlock's, where too much is too fat and too little is too thin. The trousers are full of aura all the time, but hang down loosely, which is more elegant and casual.

If it wasn't for the loss and recovery, the impact of gain and loss was so great that she didn't pay attention to it at all. Ludwig would probably want to put her hands down and cover her face.

Such two high-quality men with different styles stand together, looking at each other through the light, it's really... so fucking eye-catching.

However, just when Sherlock narrowed his eyes and was about to speak, Duan Anhe, who had been smiling silently, suddenly spoke out, interrupting him gently.

"You must be Mr. Sherlock Holmes."

"That's right, and I seem to remember..." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, his tone was low, and he couldn't hear the emotion: "Under normal circumstances, when people get to know each other, there is a procedure, called, shaking hands?"

Erich smiled.

"If you just want to shake my hand and not get more information from me, I will."

He stood casually on the side of the stairs, his white fingers resting on the mahogany handrail, and the small diamonds inlaid on the silver cuffs were shining brightly under the warm yellow light.

He raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone was indifferent and polite:

"I've heard about your magic, but at this moment, I hope, no matter what you see, please, keep it a secret for me."

He turned his head to look at Ludwig, raised the corners of his mouth, but still said to Sherlock:

"After all, is this in front of a lady, or does it leave me with a good impression...what do you think?"

Sherlock paused slightly, his gray gem-like eyes looked at him inscrutablely.

To Ludwig's surprise, Sherlock smiled at Erich after pondering for two seconds, with a deep voice like velvet:

"Then... as you wish."

The two men looked at each other through the dull halo of the old-fashioned chandelier, tacit understanding.

Ludwig looked at Erich, then at Sherlock.

...What happened just now that she can't understand?Why did they have such a tacit atmosphere in the blink of an eye?

She turned the doorknob: "I didn't know you guys could get along so well... I mean, go ahead, I'll go and see the pot."

Erich stood on the stairs, following Ludwig's turning around, for a moment, his hand was slightly raised, as if he wanted to hold her.

But he was still standing there, two steps away from her, and said softly, "Vichy."

She stood at the door without turning around.

He lowered his eyes, then raised them again, with a faint smile on his face, like a winter day, with white snow on the high mountains in the distance.

"Then, this is farewell."

Ludwig turned his head slightly.

The small shutters in the corridor block the light, the dark stairs, the long slanted shadows.

His young face was hidden in the dark, and if he stood casually, his calm and calm posture would burn his eyes.

"Well, this is farewell."

She said, calmly:

"Bon voyage, Erich."

"So, what did you talk about to make your eyes red?"

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, watching Ludwig idly as he walked up and down the living room.

"War, peace, organ failure, birth, old age, sickness, death, the devaluation of the franc, or the rise in the price of milk?"

Ludwig dumped the burnt beef into the trash can, without the slightest desire to talk.

"Nothing to talk about."

His eyes were fixed on Ludwig walking from one end of the living room to the other again, taking an apple, and walking from one end to the other.

His expression, like a cat staring at a swinging pendulum, is meticulous:

"Of course, I can guess if you don't tell me, it's just about him telling you that he has a major financial crisis and has to leave..."

"Financial Crisis?"

Ludwig was picking up a knife to peel an apple. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes:

"You said that the reason Ai Ruixi left was because of the financial crisis?"

He picked up the coffee cup, lowered his eyes, and only just put it to his mouth before he realized it was empty:

"Although it is not...the root cause, it can be said so."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Ludwig loosened his hand, and the continuous apple peel broke in two and fell into the sink withered.

She looked at her hands in a daze for a while: "Is there a financial crisis?"

Because of Ai Ruixi's pale face and the sudden farewell, the thoughts that could not be calmed down, like a stone that could not fall to the ground, finally reached the bottom.

Only then did I feel deeply tired.

She snapped the half-boiled coffee pot shut.

Sherlock lifted the curtains, looked outside, and said in a cheerful tone, "We can set off to buy mobile phones later."

"No, I only slept for two hours yesterday, sir, I'm applying for a make-up sleep."

She walked towards her shared room:

"If we don't have time off in our employment agreement, then deduct benefits -- you don't have benefits anyway."

She walked into the room, locked the door lock, and didn't even want to change her clothes. She fell directly on the bed and buried herself in the soft pillow.

But within a second of her lying down, she heard the door lock "click" open, and Sherlock leaned against the door, his tone extremely dissatisfied:

"That's not the 'normal' attitude to promises you told me, Vichy—"

Ludwig couldn't bear it anymore and sat up from the bed, throwing a pillow towards the door:

"The lock in my room is not a decoration, sir, I want to sleep."

Sherlock took her pillow calmly:

"Sorry, I didn't realize you locked the door—I've already told you that this kind of lock can be easily opened without props."

Ludwig looked at him coldly: "I want to sleep."

Sherlock stared at her for two seconds: "Something must have happened just now, but I couldn't deduce it from you, it's unreasonable..."

If he could deduce that she was so insane just now that she thought that another world, An He, had appeared in front of her, then it would be unreasonable.

Ludwig rolled himself up under the covers and ignored him.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone: "In this case, I can only ask someone to deliver the mobile phone - it will arrive in about 10 minutes."

He would actually drag her to a busy shopping mall to pick out something that could be delivered directly?

The recent behavior pattern of Mr. Holmes is really not Sherlock anymore.

"Then..." He pursed his lips and said unaccustomedly, "Go to sleep."

After a while, the light in the room dimmed, she opened her eyes slightly, and saw that Sherlock had closed the door and walked out gently.

...Wait, walked out gently? ……lightly?

Also, why was the light dim... He actually helped her close the curtains? !

Is the Sherlock who will help her draw the curtains still Sherlock?This unscientific!

Ludwig sat up in bed and looked around in shock.

Then it was even more shocking to find that Sherlock actually helped her put away the scattered books beside her bed.

...Mom, she felt that her roommate was absolutely possessed by something like a snail girl, how could she break...