Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Today is the day for the awarding of this year's Royal Gold Medal.

The gushing red sun unexpectedly dispelled the haze that had been hanging over London for a long time, and the coachman was sweating profusely driving the carriage, only wishing that he could go faster, faster.

The wheels of the carriage rolled faster and faster, and the carriage ran faster and faster. Finally, it braked suddenly and stopped at the gate of the Construction Association.

The slender and tall figure jumped down from the carriage, and Holmes stood firmly at the door, took out the pass from his arms, and handed it to the suddenly vigilant guard, "I am Sherlock Holmes, someone should come ahead I said hello."

The guard took a look and obviously recognized the famous detective.

"Ah, it's Mr. Holmes." He checked the papers and returned them to him after confirming that they were correct. "Please come in. It hasn't started yet."

Seeing that Holmes was silent, he added, "Don't worry, I remember that Miss Molson has reserved a place for you. Go in through the back door and there you are."

The guard also kindly pointed in the direction of the side door, which was just to the right of the group of guards with guns.

Holmes thanked the guards, and waited for Watson to take out his pass while holding his bumped forehead, gasping for air, before he quickly stepped up the steps and walked into the side door pushed open by the waiter.

Holmes received an urgent commission last night.

Driven by a sense of responsibility, he stayed up all night to solve this commission, and then borrowed a carriage to hurry here. Fortunately, it hasn't started yet.

This time the Royal Gold Medal was awarded by the Queen herself, so the security surrounding the association is quite tight, and someone from the relevant government department has sent someone to take charge of the relevant matters this time.

He swept across the densely packed auditorium, and saw Elena in the seat almost at a glance.

She leaned crookedly on the chair, nodding her head, as if falling asleep.

And sitting on her left was the earl who was constantly wiping sweat, who seemed to be more nervous than Eileen herself.

While he was nervous, he had to observe the expressions of everyone in the jury, and put on airs.

This time, the Royal Gold Medal is awarded by Royal Designation, and it is also an honor pursued by British architects throughout their lives.

For Britannia at present, this is the highest award in architecture and the highest reward for a lifetime's work.

The earl received this award in his 40s, and if Elena wins, she will soon become the youngest winner of this award and the first female winner.

This is undoubtedly the highest affirmation.

The earl pretended to be worried and chatted with the butler beside him, while Eric, who was sitting on Elena's right, formally straightened his back and sat quietly beside Elena.

Holmes took a few steps closer and found that he too was in a daze.

The positions behind the few people are obviously reserved for them and the people in their firm. The possibility of this award, Elena, is still very high, so everyone in the firm is looking forward to it, staring at it with dark circles under their eyes. With a row of judges.

Eileen, who didn't give up her job even in today's selection, still dragged a group of office members who were worried about her status and worried that she was too nervous to work overtime together.

So the current members of the firm felt that it was clearly not Eileen who was tormented in this selection, but them.

The judges were so stared at that their spines felt a little chilled. When they turned around, they saw a group of people from Molson's office staring at them like wolves and tigers.

They all shuddered, looked left and right a few more times, tried their best to ignore the eyes behind them and chatted.

She also subconsciously protected her hair.

Among them are architects who have won gold medals in the past, as well as many well-known architects who are currently active, as well as some experts called "non-professional reviewers" (non-architectural professionals). Wait for a famous person.

And these people were arguing almost every day before the statistics of these few days, arguing about who is the best owner of today's awards.

As for the final voting results of this award, no one knows at present, because after the secret ballot results are counted, they are still in the host's letter.

The most stringent standards were adopted in this selection. In order to select one of the many candidates, a series of procedures were set up to determine whether the architect is eligible for the award.

They had every reason to be terrified of Elena and her firm.

Because Elena loves work too much, the buildings she built in the past few years are almost all over the corners of Great Britain.

Yes, that's right, every corner, even out of the island to spread abroad.

Because the requirements of the competition are to start from the region and progress layer by layer, that is to say, they are required to go through most of the designs of these architectural designers.

So they hurried, and almost after Elena was listed as a candidate, they arranged the review team to work overtime in batches.

When the queen arrived at the finale, and after a break, several former winners with gold medals on the stage finished their speeches, and it was almost time for the announcement.

The host took the stage holding the envelope.

Elena was poked by the little Brut who was sitting directly behind her, and woke up slowly.

She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and when she opened her eyes, she was still in good spirits.

"Have you started?" She looked at Eric beside her.

Eric nodded.

The light in the theater dimmed automatically, and the artificially adjusted light focused on the host.

He was wearing a formal suit, and took out an envelope from his arms in a calm manner.

"Compared to the Royal Gold Medal that everyone is looking forward to this time, who will win it this year," the host said with a smile, "I am also looking forward to it, after all, the competition for candidates this year is very fierce."

In addition to Elena, there are also old architects who take the Gothic revival as the main body and pull the old school together again, and there are architects who are committed to building dream schools, focusing on the education system, and so on.

However, Elena is a strong contender for this medal.

He took out the signed paper from the envelope, and held the paper up to the light seriously.

Then nodded, "This is really a good architect."

There was booing from the audience, almost making Mycroft, who was sitting beside the Queen, mistakenly think that this is the meeting place of the House of Commons.

With a smile, he glanced at his younger brother behind Elena again.

After getting a response, the host stopped being a joke.

Holding the paper, he said slowly, "Then, the person who gets this gold medal, which symbolizes the highest honor, is—"

After everyone held their breath, their faces either calm or expectant, the host slowly revealed the final answer.

"Miss Elena Molson!" He raised his arms and shouted, "Let us congratulate her!"

After a moment of silence, a burst of warm cheers broke out in the venue.

Elena stood up, checked the direction a bit, and then walked slowly towards the stage.

"Then, I should get up too." The Queen glanced sideways at Mycroft. "I am very glad to have chatted with you for so long, Mr. Holmes."

The people behind her helped her up, and the queen walked towards the stage like this.

Shortly after Elena took to the stage, the queen came up.

What she held in her hand was a golden medal with the queen's head engraved on it, and what appeared to be a line of words behind it.

Elena didn't see clearly, but this didn't prevent her from being happy.

Compared with the excitement of previous years, she is calm now after presiding over more buildings and traveling farther and wider places, but who would not be happy to be rewarded?

Since the queen was about 1.5 meters tall, the 1.6-meter-high Elena squatted down, knelt down on one knee, and lowered her head to let the elderly queen wear the gold medal on herself.

The metal hangs heavily around her neck, Elena thought, maybe this is the heavy happiness.

Also too happy.

Elena wanted to get up, but what she didn't expect was that after the queen put the gold medal on her, she signaled the people behind her to come up.

Immediately afterwards, the queen took a few steps back and picked up the sword held up by the waiter.

The earl in the audience seemed to realize something, he opened his mouth wide, then closed it in a daze.

"I... no one told me!" The earl leaned his head on the chair in frustration, "Oh my god!"

"My...oh, Lord," Little Brut excitedly held the hand of his fiancee beside him, lowering his voice, "Do you think it's—"

Lydia, who was holding his hand, looked at him helplessly and nodded.

Holmes beside them was staring intently at the dazzling Elena in the center.

After tapping Elena once on the shoulder, left and right, the Queen said, "Arise, please. I hereby bestow upon you the most sacred honor I can confer upon you—the Order of the Garter. Miss Molson, although this award is An architectural evaluation of an architect's life, but I think you have a broader future. I look forward to your better architecture."

She shook Elena's hand in an encouraging way, then walked down gracefully, and sat back in her seat.

This was followed by the speech that a decorated architect is expected to give.

With the heavy medal hanging around her neck, Elena had too many things to say at the moment.

She stood on a specially designed stage.

"Hi everyone," Elena introduced herself, "Although you should know my name, I think it's necessary to say it again."

"I'm Elena Molson, and my dream is to be an outstanding architect." She held the medal as if holding her own dream, "Now, I hope I have achieved this. "

At the highest point of this place, Elena seemed to have returned to her college days.

A famous scholar in the field came to the school for an interview. He stood on the stage overlooking the dark crowd, and said mockingly, "Women should not do architecture", and she was the most inconspicuous one in the corner.

Now, it's her turn.

"I am very happy to receive such an award, it is a great affirmation for me," Elena continued, "Many people have told me not to engage in architecture. For a delicate and beautiful woman, There is no future. I should go to a girls' school, learn flower arranging, learn painting, get married, have children, and live a happy and leisurely life with other well-born and well-bred ladies."

Elena stared straight ahead, walked through the crowd, and looked at the gossip and gossip who had entangled her in the void and followed her along the way. Those faces kept flashing, and finally they were frozen in a picture.

That's the school she opened, and it's already teaching.

There are boys and girls who enter, and girls tend to persist more than boys.

Elena looked at their hard work and sweat, and the days and nights they spent on schoolwork, just like looking at herself in the past who was scribbling and drawing pictures at the desk.

"I said no," she said, "I don't believe that architecture is 'man's world', and I also feel that is a fallacy. I need to use myself as the best example to prove that this is a fallacy, so I Come, I have set foot on this road, and I will go on forever without hesitation."

"I am very grateful to my father," she continued, looking at the earl, his eyes seemed to have tears, "he was the initiator of my architecture, and my companion along the way. No matter what the reason, he I never thought of leaving me as a 'heterogeneous', but taught me step by step how to control the most basic things. Thanks to my aunt who guarded me, and my other family members. Your love gave me great support. , the courage to resist the world, and the confidence not to be afraid of other people's rumors."

Elena saw the members of the firm hugging, crying, and crying.

"Thanks to my dear friends who have helped me along the way, as well as the lovely team members of the firm, and the workers of the construction team. It is because of your support and hard work that these buildings can be born from paper To come out and become a reality, this is the result of our hard work around the clock."

She finished these words almost without a pause, and looked at Sherlock again.

"I once saw a sentence written in a novel, 'There is only love in a woman's world', and many people have come to ask me this question." She happily raised the gold medal in her hand and said loudly, "Now I can answer loudly and aboveboard, no, I want to live in my own way, not what a woman should be! I am a good enough architect! They are wrong, completely wrong!"

There was applause on the field.

At first it was sparse, then one person, two people...

More and more people joined the applauding team. They spontaneously stood up and applauded her. These people included the earl and the housekeeper who looked at her with comfort, including the blushing members of the office, including Sherlock and Watson sat behind her, as well as candidates she didn't know very well, and their teams, and the Queen and Mycroft in the front row.

Elena stood in the middle of the stage and laughed.

"Thank you everyone," she bowed and stepped off the stage, but tears could not be restrained from falling from the corners of her eyes.

After the meeting was over, a group of reporters rushed out of the theater, trying to seize the most favorable position to ask questions.

Elena stood calmly in the middle of the crowd, and seemed to have regained her usual composure.

"You seem to be crying. Do you think that your years of hard work have finally paid off?" A sharp-eyed reporter saw the red marks at the corners of Elena's eyes and asked.

Elena shook her head.

She was about to open her mouth to answer, when the earl beside her took the conversation away.

"She is happy," he said impatiently, "Eileen has inherited my firm and all the property under my name."

From then on, he can return to a comfortable and relaxed leisure life!

Elena glanced at him with a smile, and having known the truth for a long time, she waved the agreement on her hand.

"Yes," she replied following the earl's words, "it's not because I'm moved, but——I can finally go back to inherit the family property with peace of mind."

some years later.

Highgate Cemetery, London.

"Anna," someone shouted, "why don't you come? If you don't come, the school bus will leave!"

The red-haired girl gently placed a bouquet of flowers in her hand in front of the tomb, and then slightly moved the flowers on the side.

She responded, "Come on! Chris, I'm coming!"

She carried the skirt and ran away quickly, leaving the flowers trembling slightly with its companions in the warm spring breeze.

After the flowers, the plain white tombstone was made into a beautiful rectangle with a sentence engraved on it, because it was a little old and was inevitably eroded.

As the sun went down, the people beside the tombstone went and came, came and left.

There are light and shadow changes floating on it, just like its owner used to draw drawings with his hands, applying rich changes of light and shadow to the building.

"I know you like Miss Molson very much, but you must also pay attention to the time, Anna," her companion Chrissy complained, "in case the teacher says that the time is up and you haven't come back, you will have to pay attention to this social practice activity." Points deducted—"

In the middle of her speech, Anna put her arm around her.

"Dear Chris," she asked with a smile, "Speaking of which, how is your appreciation of master works?"

Anna swiped open the phone screen and showed it to her.

"I haven't figured out who to do about it," she said distressedly. "Eight out of ten girls in the class have to choose Miss Molson, and the probability of boys choosing her is also very high. After all, it is a modernist building. I am now having a headache because of this. What's more, her early, middle and late works are different, and she is really a vigorous architect, so I have to pick one..."

The two girls bounced away.

Another person stopped here, a couple, holding hands and standing in front of her tombstone.

"There are so many flowers here," said the young girl, "what do you think?"

Her boyfriend didn't answer, but the person next to her answered.

"Of course there are a lot of flowers," said the person next to her. "This is Elena Molson's tomb! She's not inferior to anyone else's in the slightest!"

Apparently this young man knew a lot about the life of this master builder, he talked a lot, and explained to them happily, "Look at this epitaph, 'Fortunately, I finished all the work before I die', isn't it special?" interesting!"

The young girl chuckled slightly, but the boy's companion held him back with a bitter face.

"You can shut up!" His companion said sadly, "She is happy, but we are in misery. You must know that Elena Molson is not only a female architect, she is also the most prolific modernist master. Yes! I’m researching the subject of Molson’s academic direction, and my head is bald after checking the information and writing, and I’ve written less than one-tenth of it!”

The young man thought of the mentor who wrote the research biography for Elena Molson when he was young, which led to thinning hair, and he felt lingering fear, "Although I admire her, but... fortunately, I was not her designer back then, Otherwise, the hair is probably gone.”

She is really cruel!

The two students bid farewell to the couple, and after they left, the girl nearly collapsed with laughter.

"It's fine," she said, "I really think it's fine."

The two left like this, leaving behind fallen leaves and flowers all over the ground, as well as a gentle twilight.

Countess Elena Yvette Molson, pioneer of modernist architecture, leader of the Victorian minimalist housing movement, educator, British court architect, winner of the RIBA Royal Gold Medal, winner of the Order of the Garter, She is also the first female architect in British history to receive this honor.

During her lifetime, she took the lead in proposing the "architectural function theory". She considered the user experience more than the decorative structure when designing, and opened up a new road. With her series of successful works, she has been recognized and paid attention to all over the world. A field that was originally closed to women suddenly opened up.

Her works cover private residences, exhibitions, furniture design, landscape design, cultural and sports buildings, and urban master planning. Today, less than ten buildings have been damaged.Since 18xx, when she took over and invested in a crumbling architectural firm in London, she has injected new ideas into Victorian architecture, becoming a dazzling and bright pearl of that era.

——"The Biography of Master Elena Molson"

She is a leader and supporter of egalitarianism.She believes that "women are not ashamed to be architects, and they are not ashamed to do any career they like", and she is the first person in the world who dares to speak out for female architects and photographers.She called all those who attended her class students, and many of these people (such as Raya, Sanata and other famous movement leaders) left her shelter and went to a new battlefield - for women's political voice And struggle.

——On Women Architects and Egalitarians

Elena's emotional history is quite rich.Her friend, Mr. Eric, the architect, engineer, and structural designer who is famous for wearing a mask, is undoubtedly her servant under the skirt, her loyal partner and partner, and has never betrayed.And her assistant, Mr. Brut Jr., was also fascinated under her skirt. There are letters to prove that Mr. Brut Jr. has praised her more than once and begged for mercy.At the same time, Mr. Brut Jr.'s wife, Lydia Bennett Brut Jr., Molson's student, also fell in love with her mentor for many years and couldn't help herself.Those who bowed their heads for her included her neighbor Dr. Watson (although he claimed to have been in love with his wife for many years) and her husband Sherlock Holmes (who kept his name anonymous because he loved her), etc., as well as many of her friends. Teacher, she is indeed an attractive woman.

--"Shock!Elena Molson, whom you don't know, is actually such a person! 》 She said she was going to be herself, and she did.She has walked her whole life on this path she chose, and she has never regretted it.Although my hair tells me, I actually kind of regret it.

—— "My Boss Elena Molson"

Dear Sherlock, I am sorry for the decision to make this impromptu business trip.It was a mistake made by little Brutt (becoming a father of two children obviously made him busy, and I decided to forgive him for this mistake. But I remembered to warn him that next time he does it again, he will work overtime to clean up the mess)… If you miss me, please look up and look around.You see, I'm quite a successful architect now, and when you see them, you see me.Without exception, are they all like me?

——"Letters to Sherlock Holmes (Part [-])"

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Saw everyone's replies!Then tentatively set four episodes?If you agree, please reply in the comment area. If there are other episodes you want to watch, please leave a comment (Modern episodes are written in this chapter, so I won’t repeat them.)

[By the way, I want to ask for a column collection and advance collection. There are so many interesting advance collections in the column. The collection is not lost_(:з”∠)_humble.jpg]**The following is the forum body.

#今天From my grandfather, I found a beautiful high-definition photo of Miss Molson and her relatives, know how to enter#

0l: As in the title, the poster will slowly upload the pictures, please wait

1l: It's my goddess! Liz hurry up!

2l: [Picture] [Picture] You're welcome

3L: Wow!It's Mr. Holmes!When I rushed in, I blew a kiss, woo woo, he's so handsome!They match so well!

4L: Don’t bother us upstairs, we’re craving cp, look at this photo, it’s so sweet

5L: To be honest, I think the two are really a good match!Obviously they are geniuses in different fields, standing together feels like a match made in heaven!

6l: Same upstairs

7l: Same upstairs

8L: Am I the only one who thinks they are not worthy at all?Architects should find architects, our handsome Mr. Holmes should find someone who can investigate!

9l: Go back to 8l, yes, only you

10L: 9L is right, and the guy whose ancestor was dissed by Master Molson should stop jumping~

11L: Speaking of which, I also have a few pictures here. [Picture][Picture][Picture] is a group photo of Miss Molson and her father, Earl Molson

12L: ... Oh, reading his autobiography, I think he is silly and sweet, and the group photo looks so serious. 13L: I think this earl looks a bit cute, what's the matter?

14L: Did you read Earl’s Memoirs upstairs hahahahahaha

15l: Ah, yes (I'm 12l)

16l: 13l is great

17L: Speaking of which, how many cuties are there in the building?Do you still love her utterly?

18l: Nonsense, there is no time not to love

19L: I just hope that her work will be less. The teacher took her hand-painted drawings and copied them for us, until the hair fell out. 306L: I am the landlord.Good guy, I haven't watched it for a while, it's all hot!OK, let's wrap it up—?Why are the most popular keywords in the building are baldness and work?Shouldn't it be love?The beautiful CP is untouched? ? ?

307L: Well, both of them are famous salary maniacs, so...

380l: Yeah, the forensics people left crying

999L: Wow, what a tall building.To sum up, the love of a workaholic cannot be copied/dog head