[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

He looked at her slowly.

But she has quickly moved her eyes away.

She smiled at Yan Yan, facing the entire British government, her tone was not the slightest bit humble:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mycroft, I really don't want to get married, that's because in my opinion, the chain of marriage is a slander to the relationship between me and Sherlock... It's a lover who lacks a sense of security and trust." Will do, me and Sherlock, no need."

She let go of Sherlock's hand, but he held it back naturally.

Mrs. Herras's gleeful smile froze.

Ludwig also froze.

She didn't dare to look at his expression.

Because of Sherlock's backhand grip, she suddenly woke up from the previous anger, and realized deeply - what the hell is she talking about?

She was trying to die... Besides, having said this, she still had to bite the bullet and continue to die.

"When a baby cries, you know it's hungry, but when a grown woman cries, you never know if she's really sad."

Mycroft did not show any weakness, and his smile was meaningful:

"As Sherlock's elder brother, I certainly hope that the heart of the woman he chooses can be as honest as her mouth, and the trust between you can be as unbreakable as you said... People's hearts are always unpredictable, Isn't it?"

Ludwig's eyelashes fluttered.

People's hearts are always unpredictable... Mycroft, what is the meaning behind his words?What does he know?

In the original book, Mycroft is a rather lazy man, who spends his time in his Diogenes Club except working in the government, and doesn't want to take care of anything.

So when Mycroft here showed his great background and skills and tied her to drink tea, although she was surprised, she didn't take him seriously.

How about strength?How about being smart?Can't stand him being lazy.

However, from the tone of Mycroft's words...he doesn't seem to be as lazy as the book said, did he investigate her?What did you investigate her for?Was Sherlock involved too?

There were a lot of thoughts in his heart, but on the surface, Ludwig just tilted his head, raised his glass, and smiled decently:

"In my opinion, the combination of occasional childishness and mature and elegant charm is the most perfect state of a man."

She tilted her head to look at Sherlock, and said with a smile:

"At least, better than some old-fashioned government officials . . . isn't it, dear?"

Ludwig swore that she just wanted to make an appearance in front of Mycroft. After all, what he said about Sherlock was really terrible, and she didn't expect Sherlock to cooperate with her in any response.

Sherlock held her hand, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the corner of her slightly raised lips, and whispered:

"If you don't want to get married, we won't get married. After all, we still have a long time... Do you want lamb chops?"

"..."

pat.

The spoon in Mrs. Herras's hand dropped into the soup with a plop.

And Ludwig with a wooden face, slowly turned his face, and slowly touched the corner of his lips.

If it weren't for her lack of strength, Ludwig felt that the tableware in her hand would have followed in the footsteps of Mrs. Herras's spoon.

What to eat?What else do you eat?Didn't you see that the tableware all committed suicide one after another, why don't you hurry up and leave this dangerous place!

She will no longer face the consulting detective boyfriend who suddenly turns into the hero of a romance novel. What is "If you don't want to get married, we won't get married"?What does "we have a long time" mean?

When did they talk about this step?

Because of a Western meal, she had no choice but to be Sherlock's personal assistant.

In just one day, her question changed from "how to refuse to be Sherlock's personal assistant" to "how to break up with Sherlock safely".

In just one night, her question changed from "how to break up with Sherlock safely" to "how to postpone marriage with Sherlock".

The rotation speed of the Sherlock Holmes house is absolutely faster than that of the earth.

We're all talking about getting married, what's next?Discuss when to have children?Is this to trample Sherlock's purity to the end?Where is the dignity of Britain's first male?

The exquisite fondant cake is like a garden made of cream. Mrs. Herras stabbed twice, and the garden turned into a violent neighborhood.

She forgot about the candles and the birthday song, and frantically put the knife down on the silver plate aside.

Sherlock took Ludwig's hand, and the movement was smooth as if he had practiced it a thousand times:

"I like the one with the little cherry on top... Would you like some chocolate?"

Mrs. Herras covered her face, then put her hand down firmly:

"Congratulations again to Miss Ludwig as an adult. This is really a beautiful and grand night. Sherlock let us see his unknown side. Really, the harvest is huge... everyone, eat cake."

After eating the cake without taste, the Holmes brothers looked at each other tacitly, and left the table one after another.

Ludwig returned to their room—Sherlock's bedroom to be precise, she was just boarding.

She fell headfirst on the soft bed and buried herself in the white pillow.

... How about just being suffocated like this?

Suffocated, I won't have to face Sherlock alone later.

She took off the earrings from her ears, threw them on the quilt casually, untied her hair roughly with one hand, and let them hang loose on the bed sheet.

The crystal hairpin rolled to the bottom of the bed.

Ludwig stretched out a finger, the slender finger slid across his cheek, landed on his lips, and nodded.

In the stone alley, there were unavoidable hugs and unavoidable kisses... He was like melting snow on a high mountain, carrying the cool water of early spring, he could not refuse to invade her private territory.

And... unavoidable feelings.

The rain washes away the language, and the lights blur the expression...Because I can't see or hear anything, everything is spread out and the truth comes out.

……

She buried her head deeper in the quilt, thinking about the next step, thinking about whether to go or stay, how to pay for living expenses, thinking about where to go to the next country, and how to continue the university.

I don't want to continue cheating, so I have to...leave?

Then she heard Mrs. Herras's voice outside the door:

"Baby Ludwig, can I come in?"

The room at the top of the spire of Sherlock Holmes Manor.

Sherlock half-slumped on a large armchair, playing with his black mobile phone, and glanced up at the wall clock every two seconds.

Mycroft came in through the door, already changing into a suit.

Sherlock didn't look at him, stared at his cell phone and said, "You've kept me waiting for 5 minutes, please finish asking your question within the next 5 minutes."

Mycroft slowly pulled out the oak chair and sat behind the desk:

"Don't be so obvious, Sherlock...you can spend half an hour at the door of the cloakroom just to wait for your little girlfriend to change clothes, but you don't want to give your brother an extra 5 minutes?"

Sherlock's eyes moved on the phone screen:

"I only waited for her for 10 minutes."

"But you originally planned to wait for her for half an hour—you don't need to rush to deny it. You don't need to hide your love. How long you plan to wait can be seen from your standing posture."

Sherlock ignored him, and glanced up at the wall clock again:

"You have 4 minutes."

"In order to prevent you from leaving before our conversation is over like before, I must agree with you on the time of the conversation..."

Mycroft crossed his hands and placed them on the crimson oak table:

"Don't forget, I managed to force out your girlfriend's confession today. She has never said 'love you' before, has she? Your heart must have flown back to the room impatiently."

Sherlock put the phone back into his pocket, turned over from the sofa and sat up:

"I'll give you 10 minutes to finish all the boring questions you want to ask."

Mycroft looked at him, speaking softly:

"We're talking about you, Sherlock, and you're on the verge of danger, and I have to warn you - this isn't an idle question."

"Of course it's boring."

Sherlock was calm with disdain:

"On the verge of danger? Mycroft, it's only fools who put themselves in danger, and I know how to avoid risks, even when I'm on the verge of danger."

Mycroft tapped his fingers on the table:

"Do you still remember that you waited for that night when you confirmed your relationship as lovers?"

Sherlock looked at him as usual:

"Of course, I remember every second I spent with her."

"Then you should also remember, that day I texted you and asked 'Are you serious?', you said yes, and then I asked you if you fell in love with her, and you replied to me..."

Sherlock accurately reported the content of the text message that day: "What's that?"

"That's right, you asked me in a mocking tone, what is love..."

Mycroft watched his face:

"At that time, you still insisted on your reason. You just chose her as your lifelong companion, not a lover... Now, I will repeat the question at that time."

He looked down at his younger brother with the same gray eyes as Sherlock:

"Are you in love with her?"

Sherlock was silent for a moment.

The night wind blew in through the open white windows.

The white floor-to-ceiling curtains are undulating, and the thin white gauze covers the faintly visible mountains in the distance.

He turned his head and looked at the dark blue clouds outside the window. After a long time, he said softly:

"Yes, Mycroft."

His voice was so soft that it seemed to be dissipated in the evening wind:

"I'm afraid so, Mycroft . . . I'm afraid I'm in love with her."

Mycroft nodded:

"You fell in love with her... so you hollowed out the largest diamond in the world and spent half a month carving earrings for her yourself just to give her a decent grown-up gift - I doubt it You've been planning it since the night you hooked up."

"It was just a rock."

"That's no ordinary stone, Sherlock, it's the jewel of Charles II's scepter."

"It's just a rock, too."

"But that was the first time you participated in your father's business when you were eight years old. The reward he gave you when you successfully dealt with the Dutch government's acquisition is not just an 'ordinary stone'... At least for you, it means a lot."

Mycroft raised his chin:

"That was the first trophy you treasured, the beginning of your life, Sherlock... Both you and I understand the meaning of you giving it away."

Sherlock paused: "So what."

"I forced you to rent and live with people because I was afraid you would develop autism, and I condoned the relationship between the two of you because I thought she would be a positive influence on you...and she And it did.”

Mycroft leaned back on the cold chair back:

"But now, I regret it. My brother is in a more dangerous situation than autism because of this girl."

"Danger?"

Sherlock smiled indifferently, resting his hands on the armchair:

"We've been chasing danger all our lives, Mycroft. As I said, I'm the best adventurer in the world, and I know how to avoid danger when I'm in it."

"If you really know how to avoid risks, you should leave her immediately and don't stay for a second."

Mycroft clasped his hands under his chin, his expression more serious than when he decided to start the Kosovo war:

"You know more about her than I do. The less information we can investigate, the more complicated the problems behind her will be. The simpler she looks on the surface, the less simple she is...not to mention the fact that she is extremely different. Stable, definitely not a good partner."

Sherlock's expression became more and more indifferent, and he repeated:

"……so what?"

"I can't stand by and watch you get yourself into the mud, Sherlock."

"That's my business."

"This is your last chance to escape her, Sherlock...leave her before you are choked by love and unable to extricate yourself."