Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Hearing Elena's answer, Georgiana's eyes lit up.

She nodded heavily, and slightly increased her voice, "Miss Elena."

Elena responded, and then found that not only was she sitting on the same side, Elizabeth, who was still carefully reviewing the renderings just now, raised her head and looked at them. Lian and Mr. Brutt were sitting on the other side, with a cold face constantly criticizing Every Mr. Darcy looked up, as if she had taken her own lamb.

She raised her eyebrows a little unexpectedly, the focus seemed to have shifted away from the building.

Elena simply stretched out her hand and took out one of the pile of renderings.

"Miss Georgiana," she clicked on it, "what do you think of such a house?"

It is a very typical single-family villa shape, and it also fully considers the objects it serves now. It has a very delicate appearance and is also painted.

According to the landscape design in the painting, living in it should be very comfortable.

Georgiana blinked her eyes in surprise, glanced at Elena, then turned her head, and turned her head awkwardly to look at this piece of paper.

Elizabeth, who couldn't stand it anymore, straightened the sketch paper, and Georgiana smiled and thanked her sister-in-law softly.

Surprisingly, Georgiana didn't say anything good or bad about the house.

She looked at the drawing carefully from top to bottom, and then sighed as if thinking of something.

"You know, I'm not a professional architect, Miss Elena," Georgiana said softly with lowered eyebrows, "Perhaps I hope you can listen to my other ideas more than these design drawings. You Can you stay at noon?"

Elena shrugged.

"Listening to the client's ideas is what an architect should do," she said, "as long as you don't mind entertaining me a little longer, Miss Georgiana."

The afternoon sun shone on the path in the forest, and the mottled light gave off a sense of floating gold.

Elizabeth saw that her sister-in-law wanted to have a private conversation with Elena, so she thoughtfully excused herself to take care of the affairs, and persuaded Georgiana to accompany Elena to the park near her residence.

So they went out and wandered around the park.

"I think," Georgiana was silent for a while, but apologized to her first, "I'm sorry to waste your time, Miss Elena."

In fact, she had heard the name of Ms. Molson before, and she was as famous as her name because of her outstanding ability and dedication to architecture. It must be a bit difficult for her to ask her to come out and chat with her now.

"Please don't say that, Miss Georgiana," Elena smiled, "I've said it before, and I don't mind repeating it now—for an architect, building a building that belongs to others is a It just requires multiple adjustments and communication with the client, and I don’t mind that.”

"But me, but me, I can't say anything," Georgiana sighed, "I..."

She squatted down a little frustrated and picked up a leaf, "I can't seem to do anything."

"Why do you say that?" Elena was a little surprised, "Not everyone is born to be able to speak, just take your time."

She thought for a while and guessed what Georgiana was thinking, so she squatted beside her and picked up a leaf in the same way, "Actually, you just need to tell me what you need this house for. I don't need you Express your thoughts in detail."

Elena put the fallen leaves in her palm, patted her skirt, and stood up.

"Don't be too burdened, Miss Georgiana," she said casually, "The design details are what the architect needs to do. If you can't do this, isn't your money wasted?"

"But..." Georgiana bit her lips, "Even if my thoughts may be a bit deviant, is it okay?"

"Look at me, Miss Georgiana," Elena laughed.

She turned around a bit flamboyantly, and the wide skirt flew up with her movements, "I am the most deviant one. I have been deviant and involved in the field of architecture with my father since I was a child. There is nothing to worry about." ?”

Georgiana seemed convinced by these words and nodded.

The two found an empty bench and wiped the dust. Georgiana carefully sat down next to Elena.

Georgiana moved her lips and sighed.

"I want to be a better person," she said, "and I want to do what I love, but—"

"If you want to do it, then do it," Elena interrupted her bluntly, "You don't have to but, just do it if you want to."

"But my brother and sister-in-law should prefer me to marry," Georgiana said, "I don't know...I think it's fine to be alone."

She came to London during this period to participate in the social season, and after integrating into the London social circle, she might start looking for a fiancé who is well-matched and admiring each other, and make a marriage contract.

"First of all, you can pursue what you like even if you are married," Elena explained. "I don't marry and I don't look for a lover because I think love will weaken my sensitivity to work. Second, do you think a Nice guy, isn't he?"

Georgiana nodded.

"Then the problem now is, are you worried that your brother-in-law won't support your hobbies?" Elena asked.

This time Georgiana nodded and shook her head again.

"No, my brother loves me very much, and my sister-in-law is also very kind to me," she said a little discouraged, "I'm just worried that if I do this, it will damage the family's reputation."

"What do you want to do?" Elena crushed the picked leaf, clapped her hands, and looked at Georgiana.

"I wanted to write something I liked," Georgiana said. "I wanted to...I wanted to be a writer. But I was told by many people that it was shameful for a respectable lady to think so. They told me, Ladies don't need to work, that's what poor people do."

Elena smiled and shook her head.

"They are wrong," she said affirmatively, "to put it bluntly, I have money, and I can do whatever I want--other people make money to let themselves do whatever they want, and when they are rich, they will be full of confidence and be able to pursue what they like. Things, or people you like. If you stick yourself in the box because of 'money' and 'status', then you are wasting your love for writing."

Elena used to be the former.Her hobbies are part of her job, so she never feels bored.

And she works hard to earn money, mainly to solve her worries, hoping to have the confidence to "choose a job by herself in the future", and even if she changes her hobby in the future, she has enough confidence to pursue this hobby.

Elena thought for a while and asked Georgiana a question.

"Don't worry about your elder brother and sister-in-law. Let me ask you a question first. Is your dowry enough for you to live alone in the future?"

Georgiana nodded, "It should be enough. But I'm not afraid of others saying I'm not good, I'm only worried about my brother and sister-in-law..."

"There are always two roads in front of you, one you choose yourself, and the other someone else chooses for you, but those people are not qualified to dictate. There are so many fools in the world, and you can't care about them one by one," said Irene Na rubbed her hair, "Even a master like Michelangelo, some people criticize his architecture and sculpture. As for what your brother and sister-in-law think... don't worry about this, if you want to ask, I think they I can tell you directly."

She turned sideways as a signal, "Look, your sister-in-law has come."

Georgiana tensed up immediately.

Seeing Mr. Darcy walking up to her quickly, she subconsciously wanted to apologize.

"Sorry, brother," she opened her mouth, "I didn't mean to..."

"It is I who should apologize," said Mr. Darcy gravely. "I am sorry, Georgiana. I was too busy with trivial matters to catch your thoughts. I did not expect that your love of writing has reached such a degree..."

Elizabeth quietly reached out her hand and gently tugged at his sleeve, causing him to stop temporarily and look back suspiciously.

"We don't object to your hobbies, Georgiana," Elizabeth said gently, pretending not to see, "you don't have to worry too much. If your brother needs his sister to worry about her even a little gossip, that's too much." Oops."

Darcy glanced at his wife and reluctantly agreed with this statement.

"Well," he sighed, "you're right. I don't think this little hobby can do much damage to our family business."

"Think about it," Elizabeth hugged her sister-in-law, "for a lady's little hobby, to refuse business contacts?"

She comforted, "Then this kind of person is not far from bankruptcy, so why should you worry about it?"

After a pause, Elizabeth asked again, "Do you remember, Georgiana?"

Mr. Darcy's eyes fell on his wife and sister softly, and he patted his sister on the back gently.

And Georgiana huddled in Elizabeth's arms and nodded solemnly.

And Mr. Brut Jr., who left the house after Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, has just arrived in a hurry.

"I'm really sorry, it's a bit too big in here," he said, wiping sweat, "hope I didn't miss anything—"

After looking at this side and then at that side, the sound stopped abruptly.

He didn't seem to appear at the perfect time.

The smooth sound of the piano sounded from Georgiana's fingertips, and when the song ended, Elena took the lead in applauding.

"You play really well, and this piano is also very beautiful. It seems that you also like playing the piano very much?" She said thoughtfully, "Then we have to save some space for you to put this piano."

Georgiana looked much more lively than in the morning. She calmed down a little hasty mood, sat next to Elena, and looked at her brother with a blushing face.

"He bought it, and put another in the house in London shortly after adding a piano to Pemberley Hall," she said. I don't have this in the house—my brother shouldn't have bought it for me, and it's been two in a row, and I'm a bit of a bad player."

"No, I should have bought it for you," retorted Mr. Darcy.

"Oh, well," Georgiana shrugged, "it's up to you anyway."

Elizabeth on the side watched the two bickering and smiled slightly.

Elena looked at the happy and complete family admiringly, but Mr. Brut Jr. was a little at a loss.

Again he felt that he should not be in the house, but outside, or in the waiting carriage outside.

It wasn't until the servant brought the snacks that Georgiana came to her senses.

"Let's get started," she said, a little shy again, "but I... don't know where to start."

"Then start with what you want to do, what the house is going to be used for," Elena said.

The house became quiet for a while, and it seemed that even the chirping of birds outside the window in the afternoon could not be heard.

Elizabeth held Georgiana's hand, while Darcy stopped the pen she was writing.

Under Elena's encouraging eyes, Georgiana hesitated for a while.

"I want to be a writer," she said, "and I... this house is where I want to live."

Elena took out a notebook from the small bag on the side and memorized it.

"Well, writer," she nodded, "then you need, um, what parts of your house do you want to be suitable for your writing? The detailed requirements for the study room, work area, and bedroom?"

"I want a study facing the sun," Georgiana said immediately, "and a passage leading from the study to the bedroom. I hope I can go directly to the bedroom when I get up in the morning. Then the bathroom is located next to the bedroom. It is necessary for my brother and Sister-in-law save a place."

She said, a little sheepishly, "I also want a pet room—I want to have a cat when I'm alone."

"Pet room, well, okay," Elena finished writing the last stroke, and handed the book in her hand to Georgiana, "Look, isn't your expression pretty good? Don't worry, you can do it. Whether it is You can do whatever you want."

Georgiana glanced at the list and nodded seriously.

"Yeah, that's all!" she said. "I'm still wondering if it would be a bit of a luxury to have a separate room for pets..."

"I sorted it out," Elena said, "Let me explain it to you first."

She took the book, marked the number on it, and showed it to Georgiana, "I hope to avoid the worst location and try to make the best use of the location here. First of all, your bedroom is on the third floor, and you need a The orientation is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the private study room needs to be exposed to the sun, but not too hot, and there is shade here, and it is biased towards the place where the sun shines."

Then I drew a rough floor plan and simply marked the blocks.

"The second floor is the guest room and the public study. I plan to set the lounge and living room together on this floor. The ground floor is the servant's room and kitchen. A small garden is placed in the back to plant some landscape plants."

Glancing at Georgiana who was listening seriously, Elena ignored Mr. Brut Jr. and Mr. Darcy who were approaching, and drew another line casually, quickly drawing the winding stairs.

"As for the pet room—" she pointed at the place under the stairs, "it can be put on the stairs and make it a simple small room. It would be too extravagant to be on the same floor as the room you live in. It’s okay to build half a floor high, but I still have to calculate the specific value. Of course, it depends on you.”

Georgiana thought about it.

"I think it's fine to live down there," she said with a laugh.

Elena nodded and collected the draft paper.

"That's basically the case," she said, "Do you have any special requirements for the appearance? The renderings I showed you before, do you have any special needs? For example, you think a certain kind looks better, or you hate something. "

Georgiana nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I'll look for it."

Then he turned over.

"Which one?" Elena asked, "Can you tell me the general characteristics."

"Pointy top, nice colonnade to walk around on the second floor," says Georgiana, "I love that—it has a loft on the side rear facing the trees!"

Elena nodded, "That should be this one."

She pulled out the paper casually and handed it to Georgiana, "Is this it?"

Georgiana nodded, "This is it!"

She looked at Elena with a little admiration, "But, how did you find it?"

"I remember the order you put them in," Elena laughed.

"That's it, that simple?" Georgiana asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, it's that simple," Elena shrugged.

She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, "It's getting late, I should go back—"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Brut Jr., who was on pins and needles, quickly got up.

"Yes, it's time to go," he quickly echoed, "It's time."

Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth rose also, to see them to the door.

"But, oh well," said Georgiana with a small sigh.

When he got to the door, Mr. Brut hurried into the carriage as if someone was chasing him behind him. Then Elena straightened her skirt, and when she was about to lift her feet to step into the carriage, her sleeves were gently pulled one time.

"Are you coming tomorrow?" asked Georgiana. "I wanted to invite you to a party on Friday—"

"As long as you don't think I'm boring," Elena said, rubbing her golden hair by the way, "If you want to come tomorrow, I'll draw up a few drafts tonight, and then I can come earlier and let you choose a little bit." one time."

"Actually, I'm not in a hurry to live in..." Georgiana muttered in a low voice.

"What?" Elena didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing!" Georgiana jumped on the spot as if someone had caught her little tail, "You go back first! If you don't go back, it will be really late! Goodbye, Miss Elena!"

Elena nodded, turned around and got on the carriage.

"It's finally gone," said Mr. Brutt Jr. hastily.

He put his hat on his knees. "I'm so tired. I never thought a gentleman could be so difficult."

"Have you learned anything?" Elena shook her head and asked.

"What have you learned?" Mr. Brut Jr. looked bewildered, "How hard is it to be made things difficult by someone with a bill?"

The words he blurted out were completely thoughtless, and it was only after thinking about them that he realized that his words were too much, and he completely lost his positive, friendly and considerate image.

Elena sighed.

"I want you to talk to Mr. Darcy about the various costs we have charged, just to let you hear some things that can be reduced and which ones can't," she said, "so as to get a general idea of ​​things. In this way, You also work overtime tonight, I am in charge of the design project here, you just sort out the detailed accounts, review what Mr Darcy proposed today, and I will go back and find professionals to help with it."

Mr. Brut Jr. was shocked by her thoughts, and he agreed with a hello.

He thought about it again, he had been cultivated in his heart, and he became a little elated again.

In order to be closer to the rich woman, even work is not hesitating!

Now that he has been arranged for affairs, is it still far from being arranged to meet his parents!

He was happy, but tried his best to restrain himself, hoping not to be discovered by Elena.

In front of rich women, we must guard against arrogance and impetuosity, guard against arrogance and impetuosity.

Seeing Mr. Brutt's weird face, Elena once again felt that this class of assistants was a bit difficult to lead.

"I spent a day with Miss Darcy today, and I found out a lot of details," she said with a sigh of relief, "Well, you happened to be there for a day, and you will write another article to me tonight. What is her preference, let's discuss it tomorrow."

Little Mr. Brut now has nothing but tears on his face.

He nodded, regretting why there were so many rich single ladies, but he found the one who was the most difficult to get online.

After sending off Mr. Brut Jr., the carriage arrived at Baker Street first.

Elena originally planned to go in directly, but for a moment she wanted to eat a dessert not far away, and it was not far away, just walking.

Let the coachman leave first, when Elena finished shopping and walked back, it suddenly started to rain.

She hurriedly ran away and hurried back to Baker Street.

After entering the door, I wanted to sneak upstairs first, but was caught by Mrs. Hudson neatly.

"Elena, where have you been? Why are you so wet, your coat is soaked," Mrs. Hudson complained, "Take off your coat quickly, and I'll bake it for you."

With a sigh of relief, she quickly untied her coat and handed it to Mrs. Hudson.

"I don't need to worry," she said sweetly, "Our Mrs. Hudson has the best skill at roasting coats, and she's done in a while."

Mrs. Hudson smiled.

"Come up," she said. "That's what Mr. Holmes said. You people know how to make me happy."

Elena ran several steps in a row before turning around and asking, "Mr. Holmes is back?"

"That's right," said Mrs. Hudson. "Just like you, I came back through the rain, drenched. Fortunately, Dr. Watson didn't follow today..."

She glanced at Elena again, "Hurry up and change your clothes."

Elena nodded, changed her clothes and came down to eat.

"Good evening, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson." She cut the beef on the plate and greeted the two who had just taken their seats. "How is the situation today?"

"Not bad," said Holmes. "How about you, Miss Molson? You seem to have had a pleasant conversation with your client, Miss?"

Elena raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, to be honest," she said dryly. "Miss Darcy is indeed quite amiable, and gentle and kind."

"Oh, Darcy..." Holmes mused.

"Why, you know him?" Watson asked from the side, "I thought you were as unaccompanied here as I was."

"I was commissioned by him to investigate a case concerning accounts," said Holmes, "and consulted my brother."

"So you have an older brother," Watson said in surprise.

"He is good at mathematics, and he is employed by the government to help with a little work on the accounts." Holmes seemed not to want to talk about it. "Miss Molson, will you be free later? I may need you to take care of the time." Lines—or see if there are any missing places, and I found some clues today."

"I can move my work downstairs," Elena said. "Anyway, for me, it's the same wherever I work."

It's true, concentration is always the best magic weapon for her to speed up her work.

However, this is not the point that Elena heard from Holmes' words.

After a moment of hesitation, she still said, "If you don't mind, you and Dr. Watson can call me Elena, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes curved his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly at her.

"If you wish me to, Miss Elena," he said gently.

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"I don't want to farm after dressing as a tyrant"

In a word: it is really fragrant to engage in infrastructure construction.

It's not uncommon for Yan Huan to travel through time, but it's true that his profession is special: Queen.

The current known situation is: the queen is tyrannical, the people are poor, internal conflicts are serious, and the enemy country is about to invade.

The legacy currently in hand includes: a bunch of matters that need to be resolved urgently, a group of people who are overwhelmed by the loess, and a group of enemy troops who are eyeing the tiger.

I thought that as a queen, I could indulge in pleasure and be unscrupulous, but after understanding the current situation, Yan Huan wished to be reincarnated.

[Xhu: What should I do if I suddenly become a tyrant who is about to perish? 】

Yan Huan, who did not want to be named: Thank you for the invitation, I am in the crematorium, and half of my body has been put into the furnace. I will answer when I come out!

As a powerful demon, Belial's specialty is that he is particularly lazy.

He thought that he only needed to find a gold master as a pet, and he could cheat food and drink, and become a successful rice bug.

Unexpectedly, not only did she fail to deceive this beautiful and innocent queen, but she was also forced to work to pay off her debts? ?

#1v1，he#

#Unorthodox Western fantasy text, most backgrounds are private settings#

#Strive to survive the queen x want to get close to the devil of the rich woman#

#No logic text, the bug was eaten by me

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Wei Wujiu, Dream Yellow Bean in the Pot, and Xixi 1; thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Jula's miss;

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