[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Winsty had a dream in which she stabbed Sherlock through the chest with a dagger, and when she woke up, she was sweating.

A blue light was like sparks in the dark night, and the spirit butterfly was still flying around the room, as if trapped in a cage.

Winsty got up, opened the window, and let the Psylocke fly out.

It was already dawn, the sky was slightly bright, and the air in the countryside was always better than that in the towns. The breeze blowing over carried the smell of flowers, trees, and soil in the courtyard.

Sherlock was still sleeping. When he fell asleep, he restrained his proud expression, lay quietly, breathed evenly, and slept well. He didn't kick the quilt, put his legs in disorder, and snore.

His neck is pale, with blue-purple veins visible. If vampires come across him, he will definitely become their favorite prey.

For some reason, Winsty was startled suddenly, and felt that his life was so fragile. Sherlock always had a calm expression on weekdays. He was smart, flexible, and extremely insightful, which always made people feel so fragile. She thought there was nothing he couldn't do well, and now he was lying on the bed, quietly, and finally reminded her that Sherlock would face the same problems as ordinary people, his life span was limited, he would feel pain when he was shot, and his face Even powerful vampires are in danger...

The witcher's history book turned from withered yellow paper into a real image of Sherlock in front of her.

Wensty's eyes were fixed on Sherlock's chest. The position where his heart was was the place where she pierced with the dagger in her dream.

In the dream, Sherlock was still obsessed with wanting to unseal the Book of the Dead.After all, the dream was just a dream. After waking up, Wensty believed that Sherlock would not open the seal of the Book of the Dead again, because he had promised, and he was a man who kept his promise.

The Book of the Dead has always been a lump in Winsty's heart, and now it is in the hands of Dr. Newman... no, it should be in the hands of Jack the Ripper.

She scratched her head, the truth became more and more confusing.

The air in the room became gloomy, Wensty gently pushed the door open, tiptoed down the stairs, and walked into the yard.

Mr. Holmes likes gardening. Although the yard is not too big, he has organized it into a beautiful landscape. There is a small transparent round table in the yard, and four wooden and rattan chairs of different sizes and heights are placed beside it.

These four wooden and rattan chairs must belong to the four members of the Sherlock Holmes family. Perhaps when Sherlock and Mycroft were at home, they shared a chair and sat in the yard, reading a book each, and drinking a pot of tea together. .

The birds chirped more, and Wensty sat on the wooden rattan chair, watching the sky gradually brighten.

The first one to get up was Mr. Holmes. He was surprised when he saw Wensty in the yard. His footsteps were so light that Wensty, who was lost in thought, didn't even notice that he was coming.

"Young people who get up early like you are rare these days."

These words pulled Wensty out of the thoughts that were getting more and more tangled, and finally shattered into a ball of sesame paste.

She stood up and greeted Mr. Holmes: "Good morning."

Mr. Holmes waved her to sit down, and sat down on a wooden and wicker chair himself.

"Do you usually get up so early? If you get up early every day, you are very suitable to be a gardener." Mr. Holmes touched the handles of the wooden and rattan chairs. The four chairs in the house were made by himself.

Winsty smiled embarrassedly: "I usually don't get up early."

She is the last merchant on Baker Street to open the door. Every time she makes customers wait in line at the door, and the dessert shop on the other street not far away has been open for two hours, so she opened the door slowly here, so haha Mrs Desen was always worried that she would end up going out of business because she opened the doors too late and got robbed of her business.

"That's why I didn't sleep well." Mr. Holmes knew that Winsty slept with Sherlock last night. Although there was still a vacant room in the house, it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. The former owner was dusty in his memory, he thought for a while, "Sherlock snores while sleeping?"

"No, he doesn't snore, I'm thinking about things, so I can't sleep."

"Then have you figured it out?"

Winsty looked at a cloud floating in the distant sky and shook his head.

"My wife and son can always hear the questions and quickly give answers. I am not as good as them, but I have lived to this age and have gone through some rough roads. No matter what kind of problems you encounter , remember one sentence: Believe in what you believe in, don’t disappoint love and care, then do your best and obey the fate.”

Although Mr. Holmes is old, his eyes are still exceptionally clear and clear. He can see that the questions that troubled Wenstie must not be easy to answer, but he does not need Wensty to tell him the source of his troubles, he only needs to tell her some common problems. reason.

Sherlock's parents treated her with the greatest kindness and sincerity, which made Wensty feel special warmth, just like having an extra pair of parents, the lack of family affection in the world 50 years later seems to be in the world 50 years ago got made up.

Maybe chatting with the elders is good for adjusting your mood. Wensty felt a lot more comfortable, and the conversation between the two of them also opened up.Mr. Holmes is not one to gossip, but there is no parent who is not curious about their son's significant other.

He asked Winsty, "How many people are there in your family?"

Winsty made the calculations: "Mom and Dad also have younger brother and grandmother, and there is also a housekeeper and a pet at home."

"There used to be a cat at home, but it was seduced by another cat's mother cat. Sherlock's mother was very angry and sad. The cat couldn't even eat for a few days when the cat ran away. In order to avoid similar things If it happens, there will be no more cats at home.”

"You can have a dog." Winsty still had a photo of young Sherlock and a big dog in his pocket. "Dogs should be more loyal."

Mr. Holmes smiled heartily: "I am allergic to dog hair, and dogs are not allowed at home."

Um?But Sherlock clearly said that he had a pet dog named "Redbeard".

"Good morning, Dad. Good morning, future sisterinlaw." When Winsty was puzzled, Mycroft appeared at the door, with his usual smile, a circle of light blue under his eyes, and he looked a little lazy.

"You rank No. 3." Mr. Holmes patted the belly of the elder son who came to him as if judging whether the watermelon was ripe or not.

"I'm not a watermelon," Mycroft smiled. "You took my chair."

His last sentence was directed at Winsty.

"Is this your chair?" Wensty asked, not seeing where Mycroft's name was marked.

"of course."

Winsty got up and sat down in another chair, and Mycroft watched her.

"Uh...whose chair is this?"

"Sherlock's."

Mycroft sat leisurely on his exclusive chair. I don't know if it was an illusion. Sitting there really fits him perfectly, and he is simply the spokesperson of this chair.

Winsty silently made up a part of Mycroft sitting on a chair to all British citizens, and said in a drawn-out London accent: Mycroft wooden rattan chair, you deserve it.

"I made every chair in the house just for them," said Mr. Holmes.

Oh, no wonder Mycroft's chair was wider than the other three.

"When you come next time, there will be your exclusive chair."

Mycroft and Winsty looked at Mr. Holmes together.

"Why are you so surprised?"

Mycroft looked away: "Nothing."

It's just that the wooden rattan chair made by Mr. Holmes is exclusive to the Holmes family.

Wensti could also hear this meaning, she was a little flattered, and quickly thanked Mr. Holmes.

Mrs. Hudson’s Southeast Asian imported TV series are full of plots where vicious mother-in-law and father-in-law make trouble for the daughter-in-law who has not entered the house. She herself is the widow of a drug dealer, and her husband’s parents have passed away long ago, so she has no real experience, but she especially She likes this kind of story, so after she heard that Wensty went to meet Sherlock's parents, she became curious and asked about the real situation of Wensty's meeting with Sherlock's parents, wanting to hear some interesting stories.

But what Wensty said was a very plain and warm story, without disturbances, and without vicious parents-in-law. The only one who might have a different view of her was Mycroft, who thought his purpose was not pure. After Sherlock reached the deal, he didn't make it difficult for her in the end, and naturally accepted her as the Sherlock Holmes family.

No matter how long the pendulum of time swung, Winsty always remembered two families who embraced her with open arms.

Mr. Holmes was busy watering the plants, which was his hobby, and refused the young man's help.

Mycroft yawned long, like a lazy lion.He managed to take a vacation for himself, thinking about returning home to relax for a few days, and never caring about his business, but a phone call from Sherlock disrupted all his plans. Last night, he checked all the way from his secretary to the cleaning staff in the office. None of the members of the public has found out the source of the leaked news, the matter is of great importance, and before a mature plan is made, a little bit of news may cause turmoil in the situation.

Something suddenly occurred to Mycroft.

"What were you doing when Sherlock called me yesterday?"

"Did he call you yesterday?"

Oh, Winsty wasn't going to be fooled so easily.

"I have something to ask you." Winsty diverted his attention, "Did Sherlock really have a dog?"

Mycroft narrowed his eyes.

"Why do you ask this question?"

Winsty took out a photo of Sherlock and "Redbeard" from his pocket.

Sherlock said that "Redbeard" had been with him, and Mr. Holmes said he was allergic to dog hair, and neither of them had to lie about it.

"It's a complicated story..."

"What are you doing?"

Sherlock was the fourth to get up. Before he opened his eyes, he reached out and touched the place next to him. Wensty was no longer there, but there was still a lingering warmth.

He got up and came out to find her, his hair disheveled.

"Good morning, my brother, we are talking about you." Mycroft said pleasantly.

"Of course you should talk about me. Apart from me, the two of you have nothing in common."

Sherlock's chair was taken by Wensty, and he walked to her side without saying a word, and said, "Now let's talk, what are you talking about about me?"

Mycroft quietly removed the photos on the glass tabletop. He knew that Sherlock's perception was very sharp, so he said a more explosive topic to distract his attention: "We are talking about the story of you wearing a skirt when you were a child. , Winsty, did you know that Sherlock is actually a girl's name."

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