[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock frowned slightly:

"Mama gave it to you?"

"Well, it was my birthday present, but I thought it was too precious, so I declined."

Ludwig put his finger on Mycroft's face:

"This is the first time I've seen expressions other than 'smile' and 'reserved' appear on your brother's face."

"'Still-faced' is also a kind of reserve."

Sherlock said, in a subtle tone:

"If I read correctly... you're stroking Mycroft's face? Is your finger misplaced by two centimetres?"

Ludwig: "..."

She silently withdrew her hand and closed the photo album—who said Mr. Holmes was a Capricorn?He is obviously a Virgo, so he cares about every detail.

"I don't think it's suitable for me to look at your previous photos. It's strange to know that you also have childhood feelings. I always thought that after you were born, you grew up 'biu'."

From the "Sherlock Holmes" she watched, Sherlock was already a middle-aged man from the very beginning.

And now, she is participating and sharing his youthful and enthusiastic years.

Ludwig stood up and put the album aside:

"Shall I take a shower first? Or you first?"

"You first... It's obvious that you are just politely condescending, because you have already planned to get the clothes."

He watched her shoulder slip away from his palm:

"What did Mommy tell you?"

She talks a lot.

To put it bluntly, she was defeated.

Ludwig took out the shirt that Sherlock gave her from a cupboard of sexy underwear. The shirt had been washed and dried.

——Anyway, I have already worn it, so why spend more money.

All her clothes are placed on the right side. On the day she came, Sherlock said, "The cabinet on the right is yours, and the cabinet on the left is mine."

"It is said that you were obedient, soft and obedient when you were young, and you were very good at acting like a baby... But obviously, when you grow up, you have completely gone astray."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at her side face:

"You have to believe that she imagined all of this, to make up for the fact that Mycroft and I have never been coquettish with her."

"is it?"

Ludwig blocked Sherlock's sight with his body, put his underwear into a small bag very calmly, and prepared to take a bath.

However, just as she opened the bathroom door, she heard her boyfriend say in a casual tone:

"What do you think of Mrs. Heras? . . . I mean, my mother, do you like her?"

Ludwig was stunned, holding his hand on the bathroom doorknob, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Probably because she didn't get a response for a long time, Sherlock picked up a book she put on the desk and said quickly:

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, we won't live here for a long time... When things are over, we'll go back to Baker Street."

Ludwig froze at the bathroom door.

What Mrs. Herras said to her today, as if confirmed, echoed round after round, came from the imaginary valley, and rang in her mind——

"...He loves you more than he loves himself... He dare not let you down, because he is afraid of you being disappointed in him, more than he is afraid of an unchanging life."

The British noble lady with a delicate face that is not like ordinary people, sitting under the light, spoke with a firm tone.

That is the unique determination of the Holmes family, which makes people unable to even think of refuting:

"After all, he is my child, and I know him a little bit. If you are worried that Holmes' nature of chasing adventures will make him tire of you and abandon you in the end, then there is no need."

She smiled slightly:

"The amazing learning ability of Holmes allows them to do whatever they want. If Sherlock wants to be a good boyfriend, he will definitely become the best boyfriend in the world..."

She was deeply surprised, and she didn't know what to say, but she didn't believe it in her heart.

But Mrs. Herras pulled her and smiled mysteriously:

"You don't believe it, right? To be honest, it's hard for me to believe that Holmes did this... But evidence is the most powerful testimony, and we will soon be able to verify this."

……

He loves you more than himself, and he dare not let you down, because he is afraid that you will be disappointed in him.

Is that so?

Ludwig opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Mrs. Herras is definitely the cutest woman she has ever seen, bar none."

His throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't make a sound.

She's really bad at dealing with emotions.

At that time, when friends were flying around, she was still able to handle Duan Anhe's affairs in a mess.

What's more, now, she has not been in contact with a relationship closer than friendship for ten years, and only meets by chance and plays on occasion... Could it be that she uses all these fancy methods to deal with Sherlock?

It's better not to speak.

Just when the sound of rushing water was already flowing, Sherlock heard the surprised voice of his little girlfriend from the bathroom:

"Mrs. Herras has prepared a satin bathrobe for me! And left a little note! Wishing us... well, good health...Mr. Holmes, your mother is very kind."

Sherlock Holmes sat on the edge of the bed with a book in his hand, looking at the annotations written by his little girlfriend in the margin of "Metaphysics and Borges", as if he didn't hear it.

Only a few minutes later, he slowly and subtly hooked the corners of his lips.

……

Ludwig sat on the bed for a while, still couldn't stand the bathrobe that would come apart when he moved his collar, so he got up and changed into Sherlock's shirt.

By the way, crumpled up the note that Mrs. Herras left them, and threw it into the trash can together with a small box.

——"Send my favorite rose fragrance, and my favorite style, spiral with bumps, strawberry flavor... I wish you a healthy body and mind tonight. Note: the correct way to use a couple's bathrobe."

……

Ludwig felt that, apart from numbness, she had no better expression to maintain physical and mental health.

……

Ludwig silently buttoned the buttons all the way to the end... Well, I really feel safe.

She turned around and saw the coat that Sherlock had put on the sofa before taking a shower.

She picked up the coat and folded it, hesitated for a moment, and put her uninjured hand into the coat pocket.

Because her shirt is relatively thin, it gets wet when it gets wet, so she gave Sherlock the phone for safekeeping.

In the coat pocket, the mobile phone is placed on two sides, the one on the right is hers, and the one on the left is Sherlock's own.

She remembered that when she refused Sherlock's mobile phone, he put it back and put it in the right pocket.

Here is the evidence Mrs. Herras gave her—

"You think it's impossible for him to love you? Honey, I don't think he even knows how much he loves you."

Mrs. Heras's bright and clear eyes showed a gentle smile. At this moment, she was no longer the magnificent lady in the daytime...

She is just a mother.

"Sherlock Holmes disregarded etiquette and despised religion, but they were aristocrats at heart. They couldn't get rid of their inherent arrogance, and they used to regard the right side as more noble than the left...Prince Paris failed to attack Troy. Everyone Everyone betrayed him, only Helen said to him, 'Even if the whole world regards you as the left, I will regard you as the right'."

She smiled happily, her gray eyes were as pure and charming as autumn water:

"Have you noticed? Sherlock, he always puts his things on the left, and puts yours on the right—this is a subconscious move, I'm afraid he hasn't noticed it yet."

Ludwig stared blankly at Mrs. Heras, unable to digest.

Mrs. Herras stood up, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek:

"So I thank you, Vichy... because you, my Sherlock baby, have really grown up."

She had decided to live in Baker Street in large part because Sherlock had generously paid for most of the rent.

The facts of blood tell us that the consequences of being greedy for petty gains are very serious.

Sherlock came out of the bathroom, with wet hair sticking to his face, and even though the bathrobe was loosely tied, he couldn't get rid of the abstinence and indifference in his bones.

Ludwig was still reading.

Even if she only wanted to take the exam in a third-rate university, she still determined to move the world with her spirit of being a top student.

Especially when living in the same room with Sherlock - if you don't want to be a bully now, let alone when.

Sherlock was used to her sudden enthusiasm for learning.

He got into bed with wet hair:

"So, you plan to read all night again today until three or four in the morning?"

Ludwig glanced at him, did not answer his question, but frowned and said:

"I didn't realize it yesterday, did you just sleep with your hair wet?"

Sherlock said indifferently, "I wiped it."

"Obviously the same as not wiping... Didn't you see the hair dryer in the bathroom?"

"what is that?"

Ludwig put down the book:

"Don't pretend to me, I remember the first time I saw you, you were using a hair dryer to heat up a part of your arm."

As she was talking, she was stunned... The first time we met, it was only three months ago, and the vacation has not passed yet, and it hasn't been long since they lived together... Then why did she have it? The feeling of years?

Could it be that this is the legendary, living days like years?

Sherlock glanced at her lightly:

"Because you are with me, you experience more things in one day than ordinary people experience in half a year. The density becomes larger, and the time is naturally lengthened... This is not 'days feel like years'."

"I told you, don't try to guess what I'm thinking."

Ludwig walked around Sherlock, climbed to the other side of the bed, jumped off, and ran to the bathroom to get the hairdryer:

"Since I'm still counting on you to pay Mrs. Hudson's rent, your brain can't stop for a while... Mr. Holmes, what do you mean by looking at me? You're blowing your hair."

Sherlock stared reservedly at the hair dryer handed over by Ludwig:

"...you should at least give me the instructions."

Ludwig: "...you don't know how to use it? Then how do you heat your arm?"

Sherlock: "Because it's dead, the distance of the blowing, the distance, the heat, the influence of the angle on the heat, the influence of the surrounding environment on the heat of the heating plate... and whether it will cause irreparable damage to the keratin protein are not in my control. within the scope of consideration."

"...You still have to calculate the influence of the surrounding environment on the heat of the heating plate after blowing your hair?"

Sherlock rightly said:

"Of course, you must know that the keratin protein on the hair is sensitive to heat..."

Ludwig decisively interrupted Sherlock's chemical education:

"Sit over, sideways, sit well, turn your back to me, bow your head, don't move."

Sherlock looked at her for a while, then turned around slowly, and said:

"What are you going to do?"

Gently and slowly, her slender fingers inserted into his curly black hair, and the warm wind brushed his cheek.

But his little girlfriend's tone is always the opposite of her actions, and there is no tenderness at all:

"I'll blow it for you, or after you calculate a hundred factors that affect the heat of the heating plate, blow it yourself...choose one."

"...you blow it to me."

The nights with Sherlock are always long. It can't be because life has become richer, right?What can happen at night?

It's just that when we share the same bed with him, the night never ends, and the day never comes.