Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Autumn is a good season for harvesting.

The pastor solemnly read out a marriage announcement at the door, while the apprentice behind him was holding a small hammer and was nailing the paper version of the announcement to the bulletin board of the church that had just been completed.

On the side is a bunch of pushing and shoving newspaper reporters rushing forward.

"It's true, it's true," exclaimed Little Brutt, who stood aside and heard the entire announcement, "Miss Molson is getting married!"

He seemed to be in disbelief, "I didn't expect..."

His wife, Lydia, gently rolled up the newspaper and tapped his forehead, "What are you talking about. Of course it is true."

She took out a letter from her bosom, "You, what's the matter? I really don't know what to say about you, Miss Elena's invitations are here."

Little Brut changed the subject with a smirk, "What do you think is a better gift?"

He scratched his head, "How about a new set of compasses for the lady? Mr. Sherlock, then a set of magnifying glasses, I think it's also good. A brand new set of test tubes?"

Lydia nodded, "That makes sense. How is your landscape design doing recently? Do you want to send your homework along?"

Her mocking words made Brut Jr. shrug his shoulders.

"Forget it, Lydia, why didn't you send it to you?" He said, and he hugged the child lying on his shoulders tighter. "If it is sent, the wedding day will become a' Brut Jr. Poor Homework Criticism', can I still get a smile from Mr. Sherlock?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "It's as if you've got someone's smiling face before."

She glanced suspiciously at Little Brutt, "Don't think I don't know, the lady praised your studio not long ago—"

The boy with brown hair and blue eyes on his shoulders turned his head and struggled to get off the ground.

Lydia quickly reached out to protect her, "William, be careful!"

William took Lydia's hand and shouted happily, "Mom! Look! It's the Earl, Lord Earl!"

He is only a little over three years old, and he is relatively slow in learning words, and he is still a little unclear in articulation.

There is probably only one earl who is still in contact with his family.

Lydia and Little Brut looked up, and it was indeed Earl Molson.

Standing beside him was an old man with a straight back, dressed formally, who should be his housekeeper.

Seeing little Brut and Lydia, the count didn't seem surprised.

He nodded to the two of them from a distance, and then said something to the butler beside him.

After a while, the count walked over slowly and stared at the announcement for a while.

Unhappy and childish, he stretched out his fingertips and tapped the names of the couple above.

"Finally we are going to get married," the count said with a sigh, seemingly disappointed and somewhat reluctant, "Eileen has grown up too."

He has grown up enough to support the family and is a very qualified family leader.

Just like him back then, he established a career, married a family, and lived a smooth and peaceful life.

"That's right," the butler agreed, "Miss has grown up."

Seeing that the Earl seemed a little depressed, he comforted him, "Madam will be happy when she sees it."

The count paused.

"Yes," he said slowly, "Yvette will definitely be happy to see it. Her love for Elena must be no less than mine."

The count looked at it for a while, then put his hands behind his back and slowly left in the direction he came from.

His originally golden hair has become a little gray, just like the wrinkles around his eyes.

manor.

Elena jumped off without waiting for the carriage to stop.

She looked at the manor and the servants waiting at the door, almost unavoidably nostalgic.

"Before you get married, let's live at home," the earl said. "Although I bought the place next to 221b Baker Street and plan to build a connected residential building, this is still your forever home."

He moved his lips, and finally just sighed softly, "He will treat you badly in the future, just say it, tell me."

Elena pursed her lips and nodded.

She breathed the air here, walked around the corners of the manor, looked around, and traveled all the places.

Kitchen, garden, balcony, bedroom, study...

And finally the attic.

Elena used to go to the attic often, and so did the countess.

They both loved the tiny room and the little spot on the top overlooking the estate or the orphanage.

Eileen walked step by step through the creaking stairs, stepped on the old but clean floor, and finally walked to the top of the attic.

She grabbed the pistol, stretched out her hand as before, and climbed up with force.

When Elena stood up straight, she found another person sitting by the all-too-familiar window, with a box placed.

Hearing the voice, the man looked back at her, and then smiled slightly.

Under the dim sunlight, Eileen could see clearly, that face was [-]% similar to hers, but the eyes were a different color.

When she smiled peacefully, she was gentle and clean, her brows and eyes were stretched, which reminded Elena...

mother.

"Sit," Yvette patted the seat beside her. "In a blink of an eye, you're going to get married too. I haven't had time to congratulate you, Elena."

Elena just stepped forward and sat down.

"You..." She wanted to ask Yvette why she was sitting here, but she couldn't say it.

Just feeling a little overwhelmed, he called out, "Mother."

Yvette shook her head.

"I am not your mother," she said, "but you are right to say so. You two, you and she, are as much my children as you are Claire's."

Elena was silent for a moment.

"Then my mother, 'she' now..." she asked hesitantly.

"She passed away that day," Yvette replied, stretching out her hand to pull back Elena's hair hanging down to her ears, "Although she chose to leave, she still loves you very much, my dear Elena .”

"I know," Elena said dryly, "I've always known."

Just as any "Eileen" looks forward to and loves her father, similarly, her mother also loves Eileen.

Yvette looked sideways at Elena.

"I saw it at the bulletin board. Is the groom Sherlock Sherlock?" She said with a smile, "He's a nice man, Elena."

Elena nodded.

She was silent for a moment, then asked, "My tuition fee for going to school...my sponsor..."

Evie nodded.

"It was me," she said, "at that time I promised 'her' to keep your soul in modern times, and the soul of my own child is placed here, and will be taken care of by the people she has arranged. Then, I will secretly Seeing you is like watching my other child, watching you grow up and slowly become slim..."

That's the truth.

The soul was exchanged, but the body was kept. The otherworldly soul that Moriarty thought was actually a traveler returning home.His plan seems to be dense and sparse, but it is ruined by the details that are constantly being chiseled.

Yvette sighed.

"I can't teach children well," she said. "Moriarty ruined my world. I got here by accident...but I took him the wrong way. This is My fault."

Elena shook her head, she wanted to say something to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

After thinking for a long time, she simply jumped off the topic and looked at the box beside Yvette, "What is this?"

Yvette seemed to have just remembered the box.

"It's a wedding dress," she said, picking up the heavy wooden box and handing it to Elena. "It's the wedding dress your mother left for you."

A key is pressed on it, and delicate patterns and emblems are woven into a pattern.

Elena took the box, and immediately felt a little heavy.

She looked at her hands, then at Yvette.

Why does she look so effortless?How strong?

Yvette couldn't help laughing, and she looked relieved too.

"Let's not talk about that," she winked at Elena playfully, "As another mother, I also have corresponding wedding gifts for you, happy wedding, Elena."

Elena had no choice but to take another heavy box and looked at her.

"Won't you congratulate me at the wedding?" she asked.

Yvette shook her head.

"I won't go," she said. "Which one of your fathers will probably cry when he sees me... and there are things to do recently, and it may be too late."

"Alright," Elena said in a low voice.

She glanced at Yvette again, "You... when are you leaving?"

It was obvious that Yvette would stay here not long.

"Now," Yvette said, and stood up briskly, shaking the hem of her skirt.

Her skin seemed to be white and transparent, and under the sunlight, it looked fragile and shattered.

"If something goes wrong, just call 'Mother'," Yvette said with a last look at Elena, "No matter where I am, I can still get you some justice. Come on."

She didn't speak any more, just turned around, followed the dick that Elena climbed up, and jumped down directly.

Elena didn't keep up, she just sat quietly and looked at the distant mountains and the seemingly invisible fog in the distance.

After a while, she remembered that there were two wooden boxes beside her.

She fumbled and opened the larger one.

Inside lay a white wedding dress, a pearl and lace tiara, and gloves.

Elena closed the box and went to open another one.

There was a bowl of steaming longevity noodles inside, and to her surprise, the noodles hadn't cooled down until now.

She brought out the noodle bowl, and picked up the chopsticks that were on the side.

The chopsticks seemed to be pressing on something, and Elena also picked it up.

It said "Happy Birthday".

She picked up the chopsticks and tasted it, it was a familiar taste.

That was the wish she had made in the orphanage, hoping that she could also get a bowl of longevity noodles of her own.

Later, every year, an aunt from the orphanage brought her a bowl of noodles and quietly delivered it to her room.

So this is ah.

She looked at the bowl of noodles that had been late for many years, trembling her eyelashes, and blinking.

Something crystal fell on the table, and it became a dark brown mass.

On the day of the wedding, it was a sunny day.

"I don't think I can breathe anymore," the earl nervously tugged on his bow tie, he seemed to be more nervous than Elena himself, "It's really terrible, it feels even scarier than the day I officially inherited the title!"

He complained, "It was horrible, on par with my wedding day."

Behind him, the housekeeper helped him organize his clothes, and finally looked at him with satisfaction.

"There, my lord," he said.

Then the count walked up to the stairs with his head held high and menacingly, and waited below.

Elena's room was crowded with many people.

There are Lydia, Ms. Adler, Georgiana, many of her female students, and there are also female members who joined her firm later.

They circled around Elena, talking and joking, and hurriedly put on her makeup and complicated wedding dresses.

The flower girls are a boy and a girl, the boy is Lydia's child William, and the girl is little Isabella, born after Georgiana's marriage.

They also wore formal dresses and walked around carrying baskets of flowers.

After finally putting on her makeup, Elena stood up a little at a loss.

She hadn't spent so much time in anything other than drawing and housework.

Many people in the room held their breath and became quiet.

Seeing no response from everyone, she pursed her lips in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Lydia shook her head.

"Come on," she said, and the door opened for her first.

Elena walked down the steps step by step, the long wedding dress was dragged on the ground, moving forward continuously as she walked.

The count looked up, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

He once brought back his lover who wore this wedding dress with a sly smile, and sent their child away, wearing the mother's wedding dress, Elena, who had grown up completely.

After a pause, the count stretched out his arm to Elena.

After Elena held his arm, he said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

Walking on that path, the people around were staring at the Earl and Elena's every move, making Elena a little uncomfortable.

"I'm a little nervous," she whispered.

The count looked at her calmly.

"There's nothing to be nervous about," he replied calmly. "If he treats you badly, I'll beat him up. If I can't beat him, I'll pay someone to put him in a sack. The cost of your mistakes is very low, and I don't mind if you try more." Wrong several times."

After finishing speaking, he blinked slowly.

Oops, I was so nervous that I spoke out what was in my heart.

The count went to peek at Elena's current expression again.

Elena almost didn't laugh.

She bent her lips, "I see, Father."

Getting closer, the count looked at Sherlock, whom he had known for many years, and gave him a vicious look.

Reluctantly, he handed Elena's hand to Sherlock who had already stretched out his hand, and said in a low voice, "You have to treat her well. Otherwise, just wait for me to settle the score with you, little Sherlock."

"I will," replied Sherlock.

Then the earl reached out reluctantly and covered the hands of the two of them together.

"Go ahead," he said, watching the two take the stage before returning to his place.

The priest stood beside them.

"Dear gentlemen, today on this happy day, we stand here, regardless of our status," he said, "to participate in the sacred marriage of this man and this woman. There is nothing in the world that is more important than a God is more pleased when lovers who have fallen in love with each other will be united in love."

Elena held Sherlock's hand and looked around.

Below stood many of her old friends, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, Mr. and Mrs. Bingley, Little Brutt and Elena, Eric, Uncle Ben and the Earl and the butler, Mrs. Hudson beside them, and the old Mr. and Mrs. Holmes , and Mycroft.

And the one in the corner... that's another mother.

Elena's heart settled down.

Soon comes the part of the oath.

"I will marry you, love you, and protect you. Whether it is good or bad, poor or rich, sick or healthy, I will be by your side and be your faithful husband," Sherlock said smoothly, smoothly Put the prepared ring on Elena's hand.

I probably have recited it I don’t know how many times.

Elena also followed his words and repeated the same thing.

Then put the ring on him carefully, and smiled at him again.

Sherlock winked at her.

The two clasped hands again and said, "We will love each other, stay together, and support each other until death do us part."

"...On behalf of all of them, I wish them all the best of love," the pastor concluded. "You are officially married."

Before the pastor could say, "The groom may kiss the bride," Sherlock took Elena's hand, and Elena held the hem of the skirt with one hand. The two left the guests present and ran away.

The pastor was stunned, and so were the other guests.

No one chased after them.

"This is..." Little Brut felt like he was dreaming, "What's going on?"

"I don't know," Lydia's voice was also very soft, as if she was dreaming, "I think something is wrong."

On the side, Uncle Ben, who came back to his senses, looked at the Earl very unhappy.

"You taught this again?" He asked unkindly.

The count shook his head blankly.

"It's not me." Seeing that Uncle Ben didn't believe it, he emphasized again, "Although I did similar things in that wedding, it's really not me!"

"That's heredity," Mrs. Hudson twitched her lips, "it's all the same anyway."

The old Holmes couple came over, thinking about how to find a reason to apologize.

Everyone has seen that their youngest son is too absurd. How can they explain to the woman's father that the woman's father is still a nobleman...

The earl kept his face stiff, thinking about how to round this matter up.

It's too bad, let's clean up the mess for my daughter.

Mona was right, maybe it was inherited from him.

Elena, who left everyone behind and slipped away, was lying on a lawn full of wildflowers holding hands with Sherlock.

The two were still holding each other's hands, looking at the clear sky above their heads.

Elena turned sideways, looked at Sherlock beside her, and said, "I love you."

Sherlock also sat up halfway, looked at her with his head propped up, and said with a smile, "I love you too."

Elena winked at him.

The distance between the two gradually approached, gradually approaching, and finally Elena suddenly moved forward at the end, and kissed his lips with one bite.

"I kissed first!" she cheered, "I won!"

It seems uncommonly childish.

Sherlock deliberately pulled her, and the two of them fell together on the soft grass.

He leaned close to her again, kissed her forehead, then moved down little by little, swept over the eyes, the tip of the nose, and finally landed on her lips, and said meaningfully, "That's not necessarily."

The author has something to say: the oath was changed by me, and there is a reference to the oath of a western wedding

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