[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig was awakened by the sound of birdsong outside the window.

Not melodious, fluffy, lovely chirps reminiscent of flowers and rice.

That's an eagle.

This huge, king-like bird spread its wide wings, crossed the canyon, swooped down, and its sharp claws "clicked" to get stuck on the black rock on the window, making a loud, hoarse cry.

Ludwig was awakened suddenly, but still immersed in the aftertaste of sleep, dizzy.

She opened her eyes, reflecting the hazy morning light outside the window, she met a pair of gray gem-like, focused eyes.

Thorough, like the sky after the rain has washed, but the clouds have not yet dissipated.

Ludwig subconsciously held his breath.

Then, she turned her head slowly, looked up at the gorgeous baroque ceiling, and blinked unconsciously.

...Morning, isn't it morning?

... In a dream, isn't it a dream?

She seemed to be awake...but how to explain, when she opened her eyes, she saw Sherlock in her bed?And Sherlock seemed to be watching him?

Must not be awake yet - well, that's it.

As if to shatter her delusions, the next second, a deep voice rang in her ears——

"Good morning."

It was close, as if it was close to her ear, and the air was blowing gently, making it numb.

Ludwig closed his eyes and frowned.

The voice paused to confirm that she did not fall asleep again, and continued:

"If you wake up, please get up for a while, because you put the ring vertebrae and axis vertebrae on my scapula and triangular flat bone, causing a temporary loss of sensation in its peripheral nervous system."

... Except for Sherlock himself, who else can do it, obviously speaking a long paragraph, but the listeners don't understand anything?

Ludwig suddenly woke up.

The memories of last night were like a floodgate, whether she wanted to or not, they all came back in one go.

It seems that at the end of last night, she and Sherlock were together... to brush the night?

She finished reading a whole book of modern poetry studies, memorized all the poems of Eliot and Ponden, and was triumphant, but when she turned her head, she saw Sherlock had read two piles of paleontology, organic chemistry, geology, and microcosm. Professional books on molecular science...

And then...then she fell asleep?

Ludwig was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. He didn't have time to think about why Sherlock's face was so close. He pretended to be sleepy and turned around in the bed. With his back to Sherlock, he rubbed his face against the pillow in frustration.

...Are Sherlock's pillows made of wood?Why is it so hard?

She hugged the corner of the quilt at her hand, yawned, and said in a sleepy voice: "Sorry, I don't know what a ring vertebra and a triangular flat bone are-you get up first, I'll get back to sleep .”

...Is Sherlock's quilt real cotton?Why is it so hard?

Sherlock saw her long black hair scattered on the snow-white sheet and his shoulders, paused for a second, picked them up, and placed them beside the pillow.

Rarely explained patiently:

"The annulus is the first bone that connects your cervical spine to the skull, the triangular flat bone is near my shoulder blade, and the transient loss of sensation in the peripheral nervous system is..."

Ludwig buried his face in the hard pillow:

"I don't want to know, and I don't want to understand, sir, let me go, I still want to sleep, you go wash up first."

If in such an embarrassing time in the morning, two people actually met in the bathroom, brushing their teeth face to face...

No, that would be embarrassing, they must not get up at the same time!

Sherlock was silent for a while:

"I'm afraid you must take my meaning, if you must describe it in inaccurate common language-you are sleeping on my shoulder now, and your hand is holding my arm, which has been numb from the blood. .”

Ludwig was stuck, and his hand was placed stiffly on the thing she was holding, wishing that this hand would automatically disconnect like a gecko's tail, and distance itself from her.

Wait... What she is resting on now is Sherlock's shoulder?

In other words, she is now sleeping in... Sherlock's arms?

"..."

Ludwig sat up "swish", lifted the quilt neatly, jumped out of bed, and "swish" into the bathroom like an arrow that left the string.

A few seconds later, her calm voice came from the bathroom:

"It's very unlike you, sir, not to wake me up, or just throw me off. I don't recall you having the emotion of 'considerate'."

After a while, a lazy voice came from outside the bathroom:

"I don't really have this ineffective mood - I was going to shake you awake when you fell on my shoulders, but Mom brought us a snack at 45:[-]am, She threatened to tell Lestrade immediately that if I tried to throw you off, she would not give me a case for a month."

... Mrs. Herras, who brought the snacks at 45:[-] in the morning, please tell me what you want to do.

However, Mr. Holmes is too easy to be threatened. At such a time, he should be decisive and rude to throw her off.

Ludwig splashed cold water on his face, looked in the mirror, and couldn't help but think of the scene she saw when she opened her eyes in the morning.

The face that is close at hand is shrouded in the thin halo of the morning.

Light-colored lips, slightly pale complexion...Further up, there is a nose bridge as tall as a Greek statue...Further up, there are those gray jewel-like eyes.

She could easily find her sleepy face in those eyes.

These eyes were so deep that they gave her the illusion of concentration - as if, he had been waiting for her to wake up.

Then, his low and lazy "good morning".

……

Ludwig dipped his face in the cold water.

I must have caught a cold yesterday, but I just slept in the same bed, she and Le Shiwei would often stay up late watching horror movies together, and wake up together on the sofa in her apartment in the morning... Really, Li Weixi, this is not No fuss.

……

I can't go on like this anymore, I can't hesitate anymore, this relationship that shouldn't have happened has become more and more complicated.

Don't forget, that's Sherlock Holmes, reason is above everything else, and it's absolutely impossible to be really tempted by anyone, Sherlock Holmes.

When she raised her head from the water, she had returned to her usual calm expression with a little indifference.

Then, Miss Ludwig, who was already calm and indifferent, found out calmly that she forgot to bring a change of clothes because she rushed in too hastily.

Should she be allowed to appear in front of Sherlock in broad daylight in Sherlock's white shirt...or let Sherlock bring in her underwear, coat and panties?

If it's the former, huh, huh.

If it's the latter...let her die.

Ludwig took three full showers in the bathroom, and after persuading Sherlock to go downstairs first, he finally managed to change into the coat she brought.

It was a long shirt she bought from Switzerland. It was black, and it was long enough to reach her ankles. Inside it was a short suspender hand-woven by a simple shepherdess in the Alps. It was colorful and very loving. The first time she saw it, I fell in love with it.

She loves to collect memorabilia from all over the place, just like Sherlock loves to collect the collections of each case.

There are several stairs here, intertwined with each other, and the complexity is comparable to a maze.

She followed the middle one, and when she finally reached Sherlock's dining room, she saw that Sherlock was sitting alone on the center chair in front of the classical aristocratic long square table, drinking without saying a word. with black tea.

Black armchairs line the western dining table symbolizing the class system, from the foyer to the stairs, empty.

And Sherlock sat like a lonely king, guarding his empty domain.

Ludwig paused for a moment, lowered his glasses, and was about to open the lower part of the dining table when the butler Old John, who was standing there, appeared out of nowhere, and suddenly came out of the shadows to open Xia Xia for Ludwig. The chair next to Locke.

Ludwig: "..."

She just saw old John changing the sheets on the second floor!

The old man, who was trembling even when he walked, immediately served exquisite desserts and strong coffee after Ludwig took his seat, paired with the French yellow peach pastry and Napoleon pastry specially prepared for her.

While serving dessert, Old John introduced:

"According to Mrs. Holmes, all the raw materials are shipped directly from France, and the jam comes from the fruits picked at four o'clock this morning in the Provence plantation. It is necessary to ensure their purest taste."

He bowed respectfully:

"If the little lady is still dissatisfied, please tell Old John."

"You are too polite...don't stand still, please go to rest."

Ludwig accepted the old man's service uncomfortably, feeling that if he stood for a second longer, he would collapse.

Old John bent over again, and then, silently disappeared.

That's right, instead of going out, it's disappearing... Ludwig didn't see clearly how he got out.

Sure enough, do old people who have lived for a century have more functions than young people?

Ludwig forked a piece of yellow peach, put it in his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and said to Sherlock:

"Didn't you say that he is more than 100 years old... Does it matter if he works for your family?"

Sherlock put down the coffee cup and said strangely:

"That's his own choice, why should I interfere?"

"He took care of almost everything. In the morning, I saw him change all the sheets on the second floor by himself, and he had to rest for a long time every time he changed a room... He should be watching you grow up, can't you persuade him. "

Sherlock forked another piece of yellow peach pastry from the plate in front of Ludwig, looked at it critically, and put it into his mouth:

"He took care of Mycroft and I's daily life, but it's still the same sentence - working to death is his own choice, why should I interfere?"

Ludwig didn't mind Sherlock's occasional snatching of food, because Westerners stacked food cleanly, and there was no such unhygienic thing as crossing saliva.

But she stopped talking and began to eat her breakfast in silence.

...That's right, it's that indifferent tone.

As if to say——

In this world, the only thing I can pursue is the truth.

emotion?Oh, that's cumbersome, life?That's just the cheapest victim, and I don't pay attention to it at all.

Her nominal boyfriend doesn't even care about the old man who took care of him since he was a child, as if it's just a machine, life and death are indifferent.

Such a Sherlock, it would be ridiculous to say that he would fall in love with her.

She even suspected that their so-called love relationship was just another small experiment of Sherlock.

"You seemed surprised when you woke up this morning?"

Ludwig froze for a moment: "What surprise?"

Sherlock picked up the newspaper from the tray on the side and browsed it casually, but the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he was in a good mood:

"When you woke up in the morning and saw me, your pupils dilated and your facial muscles showed slight changes. Although you tried your best to hide it, it still shows that you are not used to seeing other people appearing on your bed in the morning-this is not like an 'experienced person. ' The expression that a woman should show."

Ludwig raised his head and thought for a while, then shrugged:

"Probably because, in the past, I usually didn't wake up naturally in this situation... You know, people often have many ways to wake each other up—a variety of ways, never repeating."

--Misunderstand?

Then misunderstanding to death.

whocare?

Sherlock suddenly put down the newspaper, stood up, picked up the coat that was neatly folded aside, and said succinctly:

"A case of human sacrifice under group mind control...if you are determined to miss it."

He walked to the door, thought of something, stopped for a while, but didn't look back:

"In addition, I suggest that you don't go out alone today. Mom is going to buy clothes for you. You can tell her directly what books you need."

As if he didn't hear it, Ludwig listened to Sherlock's footsteps gradually walking away, picked up the cold coffee, and took a sip slowly.