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

Wensti got into the taxi with the dessert in her arms. When she reported the address to the driver, the driver asked a lot: "Miss is so beautifully dressed, is she on a date?"

"No." Winsty was not used to talking to strangers, and naturally he didn't realize why the taxi driver had such doubts.

After some driving, the driver told her that the destination had arrived.Outside the car window was a detached villa with a small garden, but it was not Dr. Newman's residence, because there was a small wooden sign at the entrance of the courtyard, which marked "Private Cinema".

Winsty paid to get out of the car and called Dr. Newman, who never got through.

It rained one day, and there was a cool wind blowing. She was holding an umbrella and carrying a dessert box to stand in the pattering rain. It was really uncomfortable.

Wensty lingered in his heart: He obviously asked me to deliver desserts at this time, but when the time came, he couldn't get through the phone. What's going on?

She originally wanted to repay this promise and never take orders from Dr. Newman again, but she didn't expect that she would not be able to wait for Dr. Newman, but an unexpected person came instead.

"Are you going to stand at the door all the time?"

When Sherlock's voice sounded behind Wensty, she only thought it was a hallucination. Her brain reacted for a few seconds, and she turned the voice several times in her mind before confirming that the cello-like voice could only come from him. Turn around slowly.

Sherlock held up a black umbrella and stood one meter away from her, his brows were slightly frowned, a black windbreaker was casually dressed but with a touch of abstinence.

The wind blows his fluffy curly hair, his gray-blue eyes are bright and deep, and his back is facing the dim roadside. Standing there, he can't help but remind people of the hero in old movies, and everything around him is gloomy because of him.

Seeing him, Wensty was extremely happy in her heart, her heartbeat was like rain hitting the umbrella surface, and the water droplets slid down the umbrella surface and fell to the ground, from which transparent flowers bloomed.

He must have come to see me.

She knew very well in her heart that the bright joy in her eyes had betrayed her, but she tried her best to pretend to be calm.

"How did you come?"

"Come to see you, why don't you go in?"

She hid it so clumsily, how could she hide it from Sherlock's eyes, but even though her intentions were obvious, he still gave the answer.

Because I can't find the guy who called me to come here.

Winsty felt like she had been let out.

But sometimes, life is such a coincidence, Dr. Newman came out of the villa holding his mobile phone, and he saw Wensty outside the iron gate of the yard... Sherlock in front of him at a glance.

Indeed, Dr. Newman recognized Sherlock first, because when Wensty was talking to Sherlock, his back was always facing the villa. He saw Sherlock's face, and from his eyes, he sensed that he was standing beside him. The delicate figure in front of her was Wensti.

The two of them were so close that Sherlock could have pulled Winsty into his arms as soon as he reached out.

Sherlock's Yu Guangyun came to Dr. Newman, and this was the second official meeting between the two of them.

Dr. Newman noticed a dramatic change in the expression in Sherlock's eyes. The spring breeze had blown away, and his eyes were like Antarctic glaciers when they touched him.

Noticing the change in Sherlock's eyes, Winsty looked behind him. Doctor Newman smiled at them through an iron gate. Behind him, the villa was brightly lit.

Dr. Newman let the rain drip on his white suit without an umbrella.

Wensti discovered that Dr. Newman liked the white color very much. Every time he met him, his body was white with different lightness, which fit his identity as an angel in white.

The white suit he was wearing today was extraordinarily dazzling, as white as a cold light reflected on the white snow.

Dr. Newman pushed open the iron door and walked out. Wensty handed him the dessert in his hand. Although he had already said happy birthday on the phone once before, it was always right to wish more.

"Happy birthday."

Dr. Newman thanked and took the dessert box: "There is no fragrance that does not wither or destroy... I finally received it before the end of summer."

When he spoke, he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, his eyes made brief contact with Sherlock.

With a blank expression, Sherlock took out his phone.

"Dessert is delivered, we will leave first."

Originally, Winsty thought that he would have to walk a long way to hail a taxi after delivering the desserts, but Sherlock was here, and given the love of London taxis for him, he could save this distance.

She was about to turn around when Dr. Newman called to her: "Let's go after the movie."

Sherlock put the phone back in his pocket and looked at Wensty calmly.

She was in the middle of two sights, and was thrown onto the balance in one fell swoop.

Dr. Newman: "It's that 'Somewhere in time' you liked."

Winsty: "..."

Dr. Newman stood in the rain with earnest eyes, his sleeves were already wet.

"Okay." Sherlock raised his umbrella over Wensty's head, then reached out and handed her umbrella to Dr. Newman, "We'll leave after the movie."

Wensty was a little shocked, she looked back at Sherlock, didn't this person always dislike watching movies?

With a slight smile on Sherlock's face, he took Wensty's shocked expression into his eyes, then glanced at Dr. Newman, who looked a little unnatural, and repeated what he said just now: "We'll leave after watching the movie."

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All the off-duty employees of Newman Private Hospital showed up at Dr. Newman's birthday party, and none of them were absent.

People in the world have different attitudes towards "birthday". Some people take it very seriously and want to make a big deal of it, but some people think that birthday is just an ordinary day in life.

Dr. Newman obviously belongs to the latter group. Even the first employees who came to Newman Private Hospital saw Dr. Newman organize a birthday party for the first time, not to mention other employees. On weekdays, this group of people in uniforms are doctors and nurses who save lives and heal the wounded. , work requires them to maintain a strict and serious attitude, take off their uniforms, and one by one is more cheerful than the other. I heard that Dr. Newman is going to hold a birthday party for the first time.

He was originally the white moonlight in the eyes of the single doctors and nurses in the hospital. He just stretched out his hands to pick the moon, but it may not be available. Although the moonlight shines on the earth, it is in the sky.

Gradually, the single doctors and nurses gave up their hearts. This time they were full of curiosity about the people who picked the moon.

Dr. Newman’s location is a well-known private movie theater in London. This is a must-see place for couples to go out on a date. If you set the location here, there is no girl who can’t see what he wants. Basically, as long as the girl agrees to come here It was a matter of course.

The film shown today was specially selected by Dr. Newman, but the doctors and nurses who came here were not interested in this film at all. They did not come here to watch a movie. Real life is much better than the movie. They sat on chairs, anxious Waiting for the main character to appear.

The movie was shown at eight o'clock, and when it was close to eight o'clock, Dr. Newman walked in. As soon as he appeared, some people who couldn't bear the excitement began to cheer softly, and Dr. Newman followed behind Wensty.

Some people present recognized Wen Sidi, she was the girl who was sent to the door by Dr. Newman himself that day, and the seed of fate had already been planted at that time.

More people joined in the cheers, and Winsty looked at them blankly.

The cheers stopped abruptly when they saw Sherlock behind Wensty, and the people sitting together looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

Why did a third person come in?

Sherlock's expression was indifferent. He followed behind Winsty, glanced at the surprised expressions in the hall, and then looked away.

"This is my colleagues." Dr. Newman introduced.

The best viewing seats in the middle row are vacant.

Dr. Newman turned sideways, adhering to the gentleman's demeanor and let Wensty choose the seat first.

Everyone else in the theater watched this extremely dramatic scene with bated breath. Sure enough, life is much more exciting than movies. In the last scene, Winsty sat on number nine, Dr. Newman sat on number seven, and Sherlock sat on their seat. The number eight in between ends up.

The three sat down, the movie started, and the timing was just right.

When the lights dimmed, Winsty glanced at Sherlock worriedly. He had no interest in movies at all, and this was his least favorite romance movie. Could he sit here for more than an hour?

The darker the environment, the bluer the color of Sherlock's pupils. The light from the movie screen shone on his face, like dawn, and his profile was a rolling mountain.

Wensty lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, SOMEWHEREINTIME happened to appear on the screen.

She was also surrounded by the light of the screen. The movie was originally a dream. She had watched this movie before she came to this era. Together with her friends at that time, everyone was an orphan taken in by the elders, guarding the A small screen, dreaming a dream of going back to the past.

Wensti clearly remembered that what she thought at the time was that if she could go back in time, she would have to see what the parents who abandoned her looked like, and it would be best to know why they abandoned her, and whether there was any unavoidable reason for them ?

Now, she's really back in time.

Watching this movie again is like putting new wine in an old wine bottle. When reliving the old dream, I have a new dream.

Everything is vivid and bizarre.

Her favorite song sounded, and the hero came to 70 years ago because of the phrase "Come backtome" (come back to me). By the seaside and forest, the wind slowly blew out the petal-like girl in white from behind the tree. Everything They all looked like Xinxinran, neither one step too early nor one step too late. In the wilderness of time, the two people's eyes met, and there was a future.

Winsty sighed softly inadvertently.

She has watched this movie many times, and she remembers all the plots very clearly. The first time she watched it was the story, and afterward it was her own emotions.

On the screen, she saw the spring standing outside Adams Manor, a flower picker came to the ruined iron gate;

At night on Baker Street, butterflies surrounded the man playing the violin;

A round of full moon leads the people returning from the night

……

Her memories came to an abrupt end, her dream was awakened, the screen went black before the movie finished, there was a small commotion in other places around her, and some light and light things fell on her body with a touch of fragrance.

Winsty touched it curiously, it was extremely soft, it was a flower petal.

The lights were turned on again, and the entire theater was rained with white or pink petals.

Dr. Newman had already stood up, and Wensty secretly felt bad. She already had a premonition of what was going to happen next.

The surrounding commotion finally became blatant.

However, Dr. Newman’s words could not be heard clearly from a distance, and the first words that Dr. Newman spoke were directed at the man beside him. Each one’s eyes were bigger than copper bells. Could it be that Dr. Newman actually... …gender equality, true love without guilt.

They couldn't help applauding Dr. Newman's courage, but they immediately saw the man leaving the movie hall with unrestrained steps, leaving only one girl.

What Dr. Newman said to Sherlock was: "Sir, can I trouble you to wait outside for a while, I want to say these things to her alone."

Wensty looked at Sherlock, she hoped that Sherlock would stay here with his usual indifferent attitude, but tonight he was extraordinarily "understanding", after listening to Dr. Newman's words, he pursed his lips tightly, expressing a kind of He glanced at her with an unfathomable expression and left.

Winsty panicked.

She had to face Dr. Newman's eyes that were so gentle that he could squeeze out water.

"Winsty Adams, we met in a mirror related to our ancestors. I dare say that we are definitely destined. I want to write our fate longer."

Petals of pink and white roses fell from the sky.

"There is no beauty that does not wither or destroy, but your long summer will never wither."

They are coated with a layer of light.

"I want to greedily own this whole long summer."

Clearer than moonlight, softer than Xinghai.

Wensti smiled faintly. If this kindness belonged to someone else, she might feel envious, or she might cover her face and cry, but when it came to herself, it weighed more than an entire galaxy.

She will live up to this kindness.

Wensty left a sentence for Dr. Newman: "Summer is fleeting, but all seasons are beautiful."

There are so many nice girls all over London, England, Europe, and the world, don't look at her alone.

As she walked past Dr. Newman sideways, she heard Dr. Newman say, "You will regret it."

This sentence is not his usual tone, although it is still light, but the taste is different.

He should be angry, and Wensty could understand him, this confession was too vigorous, and his colleagues were all there, such a proud person was blatantly rejected, it would be embarrassing for anyone.

Winsty smiled apologetically, and left, separating the "Fantasy Moon" in the theater.

When she went out, she didn't see Sherlock.

This person, wouldn't he leave first?

She trotted out and finally saw him under the streetlight.

After a movie, it has stopped raining and the ground is wet.

"Let's go," Winsty said to Sherlock.

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"What are you looking at me with that expression on?"

An unexpected premonition arose in Wensty's heart, and she panicked even more than before.

Sherlock closed his eyes and led her forward.

He was silent all the time, and it took a long time before he said, "Why didn't you come out with me just now?"

"what?"

It turned out that the inscrutable look in his eyes just now was to let her go out with him.

"I'm going to clear things up with Dr. Newman."

"Is that clear?"

"Ah."

Winsty nodded emphatically, and made it clear, but Sherlock, walking in front of her, shouldn't be able to see her nodding, so he couldn't help but feel that his behavior was a little silly.

"Shakespeare No. 18 sonnets, do you... like it very much?"

"Not bad, no one doesn't like Shakespeare's sonnets."

"I do not like."

"Oh."

Sure enough, words cannot be said to die.

"But it's not about Shakespeare."

Winsty felt that he couldn't keep up with Sherlock's brain circuit, why didn't he like Shakespeare's poems, and it had nothing to do with Shakespeare, what did he want to express?

"Never mind Shakespeare, sir, use your skills and hail a taxi to take us back to Baker Street."

"Even if you don't have to think about it, you should know that there is no way to stop a taxi in this place, unless the taxi drives over on its own initiative."

The place they are in belongs to the private villa area, and there will be no taxis.

"You reach out and try to stop it."

"I don't know why you are so persistent. If so, I will prove it to you."

Sherlock, who was walking ahead, stretched out his hand, and immediately a taxi appeared in front of them.

Sure enough, taxis all over London love him.

Winsty looked surprised.

Sherlock: ...

The taxi driver poked his head out: "Do you two want to take a taxi?"

"Want to want."

"no need."

The driver waited for two different answers.

Wensty looked back at Sherlock, what was wrong with him to refuse a taxi?

The driver glanced at the two of them: "Do you want to take a taxi?"

Winsty looked at Sherlock, puzzled.

This time only a deep voice said, "No need."

The taxi drove away.

Wensti sighed, looking at the back of it leaving, feeling a little bit reluctant.

Although Sherlock has the skill to hail a taxi anytime and anywhere, it shouldn't be wasted like this.

There is only one thing that can make him stay.

"Tell me, is there a murder case around here?"

"No."

"Then why don't you go?"

"I have something to tell you."

His voice made peace with the evening wind.

He moved closer to her.

He looked at her with those stunning blue eyes.

Wensty's heart was already in turmoil.

She wanted to avoid it, but the back of her head was covered by a pair of big hands.

"What are you going to tell me?"

She confirmed that her voice sounded trembling.

The dim street light floated on her face like a veil, somewhat covering some of the crimson, and her pupils were like blackcurrant wine poured into a glass.

That feeling of anticipation is getting stronger and stronger.

"I agreed to that."

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