[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

... At the beginning, when she was sitting on the plane from Romania to London, she still thought that when she came to Baker Street, she must sweep the grave of Grandpa Holmes and show the most gentle and elegant side of Tianchao women.

But now, she and Mr. Holmes sleep in the same bed.

... What kind of progress is this, where death is different and birth is the same quilt?

I am so tired.

She pretended to turn a page casually:

"I've looked for it, and there's only one quilt, is there no other quilt?"

Sherlock said strangely:

"The current temperature is less than two quilts... Do you feel cold?"

"I feel very cold, very cold... so can I apply for an extra quilt and a mattress?"

... Please hit the floor!She unconditionally supports herself to sleep on the floor!

Sherlock looked at the phone with one hand, and it seemed that there was a text message coming in.

And the other hand hugged her.

Sherlock's tone seemed very reluctant:

"It's inhumane to call the housekeeper in the middle of the night... If you're really cold, I can try to give you a little body temperature."

Ludwig: "..."

My brain is like a stuck repeater, repeating over and over again——

Sherlock hugged her.

Sherlock hugged her.

……

...Hey, you know what?She was embraced by Sherlock Holmes.

"Why are you so stiff? Also, you're a little hot...do you have a fever?"

Sherlock frowned, put down his phone, and stretched his hand over her forehead.

--"Snapped."

Subconsciously, Ludwig slapped away the hand that wanted to put it on her forehead.

She quickly broke free from Sherlock's broad arms:

"Hold... sorry, um, thank you, I suddenly don't feel cold again."

Sherlock looked at his hand that was slapped away with an unpredictable expression:

"is it?"

Ludwig re-opened the modern poetry that was required for the exam, and found that he couldn't read a single word.

"It's really almost twelve o'clock this time...Sir, go to bed first, I'll go to bed after reading this chapter."

Sherlock repeated lightly:

"It's almost twelve o'clock."

"Well, it's almost twelve o'clock... so you go to bed quickly."

Go to sleep now... Don't look at her, Sherlock's eyes are too strong, she can't read the book at all now.

Immediately afterwards, a small dark green box was carelessly placed on the paper spread in front of her by a pale hand.

It happened to be on a line of Eliot's "Prufrock's Love Poems", which Ludwig was reading.

Under the small dark green box, on the book, Elliot whispered in black letters:

Well, let's go,

you and me,

Just as the sky is slowly spreading the dusk.

……

Ludwig turned his head differently.

Sherlock, who was texting quickly, didn't seem to notice her at all.

But when her eyes happened to fall on his face, she said inadvertently but accurately:

"A gift for adults."

"How could you... I thought you wouldn't, no, I mean..."

Ludwig drops the incoherent formulation:

"I mean, thank you."

Sherlock's fingers tapped on the keyboard of the phone non-stop:

"Honestly, it's so stupid to prepare birthday presents. Why do people in the normal world spend a lot of time guessing what the other person wants? Rather than waste energy preparing gifts for you, I would rather just give you cash and make yourself Pick..."

His fingers paused:

"But Mrs. Hudson firmly believes that I should help you prepare the gift myself, and emphasizes that this is the normal way for couples to communicate their affection."

Ludwig stared at the delicate, dark green box in front of him, like staring at a hot potato.

She said slowly: "I didn't expect you to help me prepare a gift...Thank you."

Sherlock waited for a while, Ludwig was still staring at the small box without any movement.

He glanced at her quickly, with a calm tone:

"...Aren't you going to open it and have a look?"

"...Ah? Ah."

Ludwig came to his senses, picked up the small box, and opened it.

A very delicate, very delicate earring, lying quietly on the black velvet.

A bright light illuminated her eyes.

This earring is like... the flowers blooming in the rose garden in spring, one by one, it seems to be overflowing.

And in the center of the hollowed-out flower, dark green jadeite hangs there, densely gathered together, like small green fruits hanging on the branches.

... Isn't this, her lost jade earring?

The soft silk of plain silver is delicately pinched, delicate and complicated small flowers.

Already quite different from the original simple style, the level of sophistication of this earring now... is comparable to that of miniature carvings.

How do you use silver thread to make so many patterns on such small beads?You have to use a magnifying glass to see clearly.

However, the bigger change is that on the outside of the dark green emerald, there is an extra transparent ball carved into a hollow.

Just like the Chinese Linglong Xun Ball, it is hollow in the middle.

And the outer layer, those layers of complicated flowers, each petal has a small cut face, under the light, each cut face shone with scorching light, blinding her dog eyes.

Ludwig stared at the earrings with a diameter of less than two centimeters, but the patterns he made were unfathomable, and he was silent for a moment before speaking:

"It turns out that my earrings are here with you, and I thought I lost them. I always thought that Tiffany's craftsmanship is very delicate, and it's trash compared to this one...Can I take it to Tiffany's headquarters for a walk? Where did you ask?" The designer here?"

But in fact, what she wanted to say was...

Where did you find such a coquettish designer?This earring is really modified too high-profile...

What she likes is its original simple, clear and light appearance, not this...princess-like gorgeous style.

Can it be rebuilt?Laokeng jadeite is very expensive, right?The change is so cool, I don’t dare to wear it in the future, it’s heartbreaking, okay?

Return her literary and fresh Mori girl style! !

But it's too unreasonable to do so, so she held up the earring in admiration:

"I love it so much...is the designer and engraver the same person? It's a miracle."

Sherlock and she leaned side by side on the large four-poster bed, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and his tone was haughty:

"Of course it's the same person... The unique designer and engraver in the world, his exquisite craftsmanship is beyond the comparison of those stupid mortals you say... Didn't you see? The designer's initials are engraved on the earrings. "

Ludwig opened his eyes and looked around, feeling that his eyes were doubled by the shining light.

"...I didn't see it, it's too small."

Sherlock turned to look for the coat: "Do you need me to lend you a magnifying glass?"

"No need... Let's talk about it when the light is better during the day, my eyes are dazzled."

Ludwig put away the studs and put them in the bedside table.

Sherlock's gray gem-like eyes shifted with the movement of her hand.

"That's it?" After a long while: "...No other indications?"

Ludwig: "...Thank you again, thank you very much."

He lowered his eyes: "Really? Mrs. Hudson and I described the way of thanks is not like this, she said that there will be at least one..."

Ludwig waved his hand and interrupted him:

"What material is this outer layer? Don't tell me it's a diamond... It seems that there are no such big diamonds."

Sherlock glanced at her:

"There are such big diamonds, but it's too wasteful to put them on you... But just from the academic point of view of the study of human behavior patterns, if this is really a diamond, what would you do?"

Without thinking about it, Ludwig said firmly:

"sold."

Sherlock: "..."

Ludwig made a gesture to embrace the world:

"Since then, I have become a rich and beautiful woman, and I am determined to take over all the rich second generations in Paris..."

Sherlock turned his head, his tone indisputable:

"So this is definitely not a diamond. Such a large diamond only exists on the scepter of Charles II. It is just the most common crystal. The whole piece costs less than a hundred pounds... You can put away your unrealistic fantasies gone."

……

After getting the answer, Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief.

If Sherlock really gave her such a big diamond...

The meaning is too profound, the value is too precious, it is no longer a matter of money... A diamond of this size has a historical origin, the most difficult thing to explain is the energy and connections behind it.

She didn't even know how to sell it, so she had to return it to Sherlock.

She put away the earrings and put them on the bedside:

"Don't you know my birthday? When did you make the earrings?"

"It was made before, and you brought it back to Baker Street when you were in the bath. . . . I always thought your birthday was a week away, since you thought it was a trivial matter."

Sherlock's face was half buried in the soft velvet quilt, looking unexpectedly quiet.

"It's past twelve o'clock... Aren't you going to bed? The group of domestic dogs in Scotland Yard have encountered a new problem, and we need to go for a run tomorrow."

Ludwig stiffened for a moment, and silently moved his leg a little in the opposite direction from Sherlock.

...a quilt, she only found one quilt in such a big place.

Although it is said that she is a boyfriend, Mrs. Heras is still too cheating. Didn't she really do it on purpose?

"It's a wonder, sir, when did you go to bed so regularly?"

She pretended to look at the book seriously:

"I can't go, I have to buy books tomorrow. I'll take the exam soon. I'll read it again. Go to bed first."

Sherlock said nothing.

After a while.

Ludwig couldn't help but speak:

"Sir, is there something on my face?"

Sherlock closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping down.

But it opened immediately: "I'm thinking, I can't fall asleep with light-you always turn off the lights at twelve o'clock on Baker Street."

Ludwig was determined not to sleep:

"It's the eve of the exam now... I can't bear to stare at me like this. Can't you stare at something else?"

"That looks so silly."

Without continuing to insist, he simply sat up, took out a stack of books from the drawer beside the bed, and started to read.

That’s right, it’s just a pile of books, about a dozen or so, which seem to be out of order at all, because Ludwig under a book called "The Spillability of Molecular Three-dimensional Conformation and Wave Force Duality", I saw a book "Analysis of the Ratio of Cake Materials and Taste".

... Sherlock's world is really complicated.

Ludwig looked at his astonishing speed of turning the pages of the book, and then looked at the chapters he had read for a long time before finishing, and turned his head silently.

Fuck, the gap between people can't be so big, it must be because God doesn't love me enough.

……

She looked at the clock hanging on the wall, opened a new chapter, and with a stubborn and unyielding Xiaoqiang spirit, she unilaterally launched a memory competition with Sherlock. .

——It was so exciting that I could hardly look at my own efficiency before.

Even though she knew that the ending of the comparison would be terrible, she would still smile slightly, as if death was at home.

If she can't memorize the remaining 257 pages of this book within an hour, let... Let Le Shiwei pass the general examination for graduation!

……

So, when Ludwig and her cheap boyfriend went home for the first time, met their parents for the first time, celebrated their birthday together for the first time, discussed sexy underwear for the first time, and shared the same bed for the first time. night……

Just let them turn on the master mode, and have a good night of reading.

Exam king, long live the master.

muah.