[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

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Everything about her is kept secret, her existence is a lie... How does she answer this?

Ludwig knew that she had many flaws, but she didn't know how much Sherlock knew, and she didn't know what exactly Sherlock was referring to at this moment.

What's more, she hasn't been completely consumed yet, she was kissed by Sherlock.

She was kissed by Sherlock Holmes... She has already been kissed by Sherlock, why hasn't the earth exploded yet?

What about the tsunami?What about earthquakes? What about 2012?

But Miss Ludwig's greatest advantage is that no matter how flustered and shocked she is in her heart, she still looks calm on the surface, as if being pressed against the wall of a dark alley is just a common occurrence.

His girlfriend stood there casually, never taking her eyes off her shoes...she didn't look at him, and didn't speak.

He had no choice but to repeat it lightly:

"I think there should be such a basic trust between the lovers you define...Among all the things about you, what else do I know that I should know but don't?"

Ludwig lowered his eyes: "It should be gone."

--lie.

This kind of uncertain tone is the easiest to shirk responsibility.

"should?"

She was still careless, and she weaved lies tightly: "Anyway, I can remember clearly, but I don't have any."

——She is still shirking responsibility.

What she said was that she could remember clearly, not what she could remember-there were always some major changes, and it was impossible for her to say that she didn't remember, but if she said she couldn't remember clearly, there could be many reasons.He can no longer blame her for hiding it, because she has already said it, she didn't want to hide it, she just couldn't remember clearly.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, then looked away.

He turned around, and the dim light cast an indistinct shadow on his face:

"Let's go."

Ludwig suddenly remembered the books she had thrown on the ground, and wanted to go back to get them, but Sherlock stopped him.

Sherlock still tugged at her injured wrist.

Since just now, he has not let go, his wide palm is like a fixed plate, preventing her from subconsciously bending the injured joint:

"I don't want those books anymore. I have written down the title and version number of the book, and it will be delivered to my home tomorrow."

"Oh."

Ludwig stopped:

"The alley is too narrow, it's not easy for you to walk while holding my wrist, or..."

Sherlock held her wrist indifferently, walking sideways on the uneven ground of the alley:

"If you are not so poor that you have to turn yourself into a third-class disabled to receive government security benefits, please go faster, and you will not only become a third-class disabled after a while in the rain."

Ludwig... This is Sherlock, venomous, indifferent, awkward, and always lacks punctuation in long sentences.

As for the one who kissed her just now... Ludwig just wanted to shake his shoulders and said, "Are you swollen? Are you swollen? Did you get caught by that Prince Paris who started the war for Helen?"

Sherlock walked in front of Ludwig, and the two were not far away. He only needed to turn his head slightly to see her calm, even indifferent expression.

In the palm of his hand is her soft wrist, and under the fingertips is her beating pulse.

Between his kisses, he held her wrist, until now, and except for the slight change in her pulse rate caused by her shock at the beginning, her heart was as calm as her expression.

This is their first kiss.

The dimly lit alley, the clouds hanging low, and the starry sky half-hidden—this was his surprise, he was caught off guard.

And she didn't even change her heartbeat.

Sherlock gripped her wrist.

His long eyelashes drooped, and he asked abruptly, "How much did you lose today?"

Ludwig didn't respond to the sudden question:

"At the beginning, it was [-] pounds. I lost [-] pounds. Atum helped me win [-] pounds. One hundred thousand minus [-] plus [-] is... yes... how much is it?"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up slightly in the night, but quickly disappeared, dissipating in bits and pieces of rain.

Her mental arithmetic is not bad, as can be seen from the fact that she has not won a single game after betting more than 20 rounds.

However, she couldn't even do the simplest addition and subtraction, which meant that she was not as indifferent to their kiss as she had shown.

but……

He pursed the corners of his mouth, and his expression gradually turned serious where Ludwig could not see.

Which girl who just passed by will subconsciously suppress her own reaction when being kissed by her lover, not even showing her heartbeat?What kind of life had she lived before?

Neither he nor Mycroft found anything out of the ordinary in the findings of her previous life.

But what he saw of her was abnormal.

Her birthday was obviously a week later, and he had already obtained the birth certificate from the hospital, the dictation of the midwife doctor and nurse, and the black and white photo she took when she was carried out of the delivery room.

In the photo, her father was crying with joy, her mother was smiling gracefully...and his little girlfriend who was wrapped in a baby towel and biting her fingers with her eyes closed.

You can never go wrong.

Before she was five years old, her birthday was a week later. After she was five years old, her parents left, and she didn't have a birthday for a long time.

But she said that her birthday is today.

Apart from these, the many doubts he discovered before, one by one, were clearly written in his mind, waiting for a certain time to become the key to solving the puzzle called "Ludwig".

She can't even calculate addition and subtraction, and she can reply him "Anyway, I can remember clearly, but I don't have any" - how many times has she rehearsed these questions in her mind?

What is she hiding?

Sparkly parties, sparkly jewelry, and sparkly dresses—standard Mrs. Herras style.

Ludwig stood in the cloakroom prepared for her by her boyfriend's mother, looking at the entire row of long skirts, the entire row of small coats, the entire row of ring necklaces, and the entire row of high-heeled shoes , and a whole row of hair accessories...

How obsessed is Mrs. Herras with "a whole row"...

It was ten o'clock in the evening when they returned to Sherlock Holmes Manor, and it was already 10:30 by the time Ludwig got the good medicine on his right hand.

But Mrs. Herras insisted on having Ludwig's coming-of-age ball.Old Mr. Holmes was playing games upstairs when he was ripped off by his wife abruptly.

Ludwig curiously went to see the game played by the old Mr. Holmes, and then his worldview was overturned.

It's impossible for the Sherlock Holmes family to be playing Super Mario!I still use an old-fashioned handle game console!

She actually saw her childhood from a Sherlock Holmes...... Can she discuss it with her boyfriend's father and borrow it for a night?

The door was knocked politely three times, and then, without waiting for her to answer, the door opened spontaneously.

Ludwig turned his back to the door, so he didn't even need to look - only Sherlock would enter the door like this, and she was the one who threatened the three knocks with coffee.

He walked behind her: "Have you changed your clothes yet? Mom is already waiting below."

Ludwig pretended to be nonchalant and picked up a long dark green dress: "It will be ready soon... What are you doing here?"

Sherlock looked at the dark green dress delicately:

"You didn't wear red nail polish today, why did you choose dark green?"

Ludwig asked strangely, "What does this have to do with the nail polish I'm wearing?"

Sherlock didn't answer, and walked to the glass wardrobe.

In the closet, super high wattage crystal lamps are drying these clothes day and night, and the glass door is engraved with redbud flower sections, shining brightly and crystal like water in the sun.

A faint aroma overflowed from the cracks in the wall, it was the spices filled under the lamp.

He almost didn't choose, and directly took out a long black dress from the closet.

It was made of silk, inherited from her grandfather's habit, and had always been her favorite.

The pure color of the satin is like water waves, rippling in his hands.

Without pausing again he picked out a small fox fur shawl, a pair of black low-heeled shoes, a bracelet and a necklace from a blue velvet cushion.

"Given the inconvenience of your hands, high heels are banned today."

Ludwig didn't even look at the style of clothes in Sherlock's hand, and took it indifferently - anyway, Mrs. Heras's gorgeous style is definitely not her favorite style.

Sherlock's eyes fell on her wrist, and he said lightly:

"Are you sure you're really not splinted?"

"Do not."

"reason?"

Ludwig: "Ugly."

Sherlock folded his arms, his eyes were cold, just like the expression before and after kissing her:

"I do not mind."

Ludwig stood in the middle of the cloakroom with his clothes in his arms. After waiting for a long time, Sherlock still had no intention of going out. She finally couldn't help it:

"I don't mind if you mind or not, what I mind is that I mind... Can you go out and let me change my clothes, sir?"

Sherlock leaned against the glass door with a slender figure.

The dazzling light made his deep and fair face look like a diamond, more eye-catching than the light.

He glanced at her wrist again: "Don't you need help? Are you sure you can change one hand?"

"……Sure."

Ludwig pushed Sherlock away with one hand:

"You go down and wait, and I'll call you when I can't handle it."

……Call him?Are you kidding?When she had one leg, she went to the supermarket to buy discounted vegetables by herself, and there was nothing wrong with carrying two large paper bags upstairs.

It is said that there can be a servant every three meters, but so far I have not seen a single Sherlock Holmes Manor, it is so cheating that the little master is required to help the guests change their clothes.

Ten minutes later, Ludwig quickly opened the door and saw Sherlock leaning against the wall opposite the door.

He bent one leg and stood there casually. There was a small vermilion cabinet in the corridor behind him. On the cabinet was a white embossed ampule with a branch of white late cherry blossoms inserted in it. It was plain and clean.

"10 minutes, according to your habit, it is not accurate to the second... This is your birthday party, don't you wear makeup?"

Sherlock looked up when he heard the door open.

Ludwig stood at the door with a pair of bare white feet, wearing a long black dress, and rarely pulled his hair into a loose bun, like a pile of ink, with a small hair button pinned beside his hair, which was not conspicuous .

She had a plain face, and a few strands of long black hair fell from her bun and fell down her cheeks.

The faint fragrance of white evening cherry blossoms permeated the corridor, seeping into her hair.

It was so faint, like a conjecture in his hallucination, it would disappear in the next second.