Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena looked this gentleman up and down a few times with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

In all fairness, he doesn't look thin, handsome and reliable.

And the attention of Miss Adler's suitor has shifted to the stage, and after Miss Adler came on stage, he stared at her intently, looking fascinated.

Also quite infatuated.

Elena simply turned her attention back to the stage. At this time, the actress on the stage was walking around the pillars, as if expressing a different kind of melancholy.

She looked away uninterestedly, looked elsewhere, and then stared at the corner in a daze.

Seeing the joy, the earl nodded in appreciation.

He happily said to Elena beside him, "Look! How exciting!"

Elena didn't answer.

The count turned his head and found that Elena was staring blankly at a corner.

Appears to be dozing off.

Fine.Even if you come here to sleep for a while, it is better than spending all day in the construction office.

The count sighed and looked around quietly.

After making sure no one was paying attention, he quickly took off his coat and covered Elena.

After the play ended, Elena yawned a little tiredly.

She sat for a while before she recovered, thinking that the work of housing design was finally coming to an end, which really put her in a good mood.

Elena looked at the count, originally wanted to ask him if he wanted to get up, but met a pale face.

The earl seemed to be frozen, he didn't wear a coat, he just put on a thin and stiff shirt and sat on his seat, motionless.

But he was still wearing a coat when he came?

Recalling the warm feeling on her body, Elena seemed to realize something.

She touched down, and sure enough, she was covered with a man's coat.

Elena picked up the clothes a little funny and handed them to the count, "Father, I'm not cold..."

Why is it frozen like this and you don't know how to take your coat back?

"I didn't cover it for you on purpose," the earl said in a deep voice, "I just... I just got a little hot from watching the drama, and then I threw it away."

Then he immediately sneezed a little.

...which is too unfortunate.

Elena suppressed a smile and looked at the count. He seemed to be regretful, but he couldn't do anything because he couldn't control his sneezing.

"You must be the Earl of Molson!" A young man walked up to the two of them, interrupting the embarrassing moment of the Earl, "I followed the manager of the theater, thank you for sponsoring me to rehearse this play— —”

He introduced himself, "Oscar Wilde, the writer of this play."

The count nodded modestly.

Then Wilde turned to Elena, "I don't know if this lady is—"

Elena nodded slightly to him.

"Elena Molson is currently working for an architectural firm," she answered simply.

"Oh, I probably understand something," Wilde asked curiously, "You are the one—"

Miss Molson was a remarkable eccentric, and the story had spread in society, even for Wilde, who was just beginning to make his mark in London society.

"Yes, I am," Elena nodded.

The count coughed heavily, drawing the two people's attention to him, and then began to speak in a slow, sinking voice.

"You're welcome, what I appreciate is simply your talent," he raised his airs again, "I don't care about anything else, please don't thank me too much, your work won this funding, not yourself. "

This was extremely blunt, but Wilde didn't mind much.

He smiled slightly, looking a little sad, "No matter what you think, thank you for making it happen. You are the protector and patron of art—"

Someone behind him tugged at the hem of his clothes, and Wilde paused.

Behind him, another person quickly sprang out.

"Yes!" The man exaggeratedly shouted, "I have never felt that anyone is so kind! You are the embodiment of goodness in the world, Your Excellency, thank you very much for your behavior this time - please let me dedicate to you This bouquet!"

That's the leading man on stage.

He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind as if by magic, "Thank you for your compassion! May God bless you!"

These few words made the earl feel comfortable, but he still kept his face upright.

Can't be exposed!

An hour later, several people were still courteous to each other.

Elena glanced at the people who came and went, and planned to slip away.

She still has something to do.

While the leading actor was still complimenting the earl, Elena quietly lifted her skirt, tiptoed around the place where several people were standing, and left through another exit.

She took one last look at the earl, only to find that Mr. Wilde, who hadn't said much from the beginning to the end, was looking in her direction.

Eileen nodded in his direction, no longer miss it, and left quickly.

She jumped down the steps in two steps in three steps, and ran to the side of her carriage, only to find that someone was already waiting by the side of the car.

The housekeeper and the man seemed to be talking, and when they heard Elena running, the man turned to look at her.

It was Mr. Holmes.

For some reason, even though Elena knew that Mr. Mycroft was the eldest son of the Holmes family, she still stubbornly wanted to call her neighbor "Mr. Holmes".

She always felt that this was the most suitable title for her and him.

Elena slowed down and walked over to him.

"Mr. Holmes?" She asked a little puzzled, "Why are you here?"

Holmes looked at her with a gentle smile.

"I came to ask him some questions," he explained, "I just thought you should go back, so I took your carriage directly."

"He?" Elena tilted her head slightly, "Who?"

"I," replied the butler, helping her straighten her collar, which was a little wrinkled from sleeping on the chair.

He gently rubbed Elena's hair, "Go back, miss."

Elena nodded subconsciously.

She paused, remembering what she wanted to say before, "Father is still inside, chatting with Mr. Wilde and the others..."

"I'll be in in a moment, miss," said the butler, "don't worry, miss."

"Okay," Elena replied, "Then I'll go back first?"

The housekeeper responded with affirmation.

The carriage moved slowly, and then gradually moved away.

The butler stood there, not knowing what he was thinking, and sighed slowly.

He seemed to realize that the time was up, and walked into the theater slowly.

Then he accurately captured the Earl, who was coaxed by the male lead with a mouthful of "generosity" and "willingness to help others", and was happily prodigal.

"It's time to go back, my lord," said the butler slowly, "You still have matters to deal with."

The count almost choked.

He sighed, "Let's talk next time, we'll talk next time."

If you don't leave, the work may be doubled.

inside the car.

Elena just woke up from her sleep, and she is still a little lazy.

She leaned against the carriage, the matches in the bag were taken away by the earl, she couldn't light the lamp, and she didn't particularly want to draw.

She recalled the dream just now.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

This caused Holmes, who was in deep thought, to look at her with some doubts.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I sometimes feel that the world is really wonderful," Elena explained, "I just had an interesting dream."

She dreamed of the countess, or rather, of her former life.

"What dream?" Holmes shook his head. "There are countless interesting jobs to take?"

As soon as these words came out, the two of them laughed at the same time.

"No, it's...a dream about the future," Elena said evasively, "I dreamed that I seemed to be happily drawing pictures in the future office."

In fact, she dreamed that she was standing next to the countess like a ghost. The countess was concentrating on drawing a picture, and she seemed to be holding a pen in her hand, but the whole was more like a third party watching, with a strange feeling sense of detachment.

What's interesting is undoubtedly that the countess stumbled when communicating with the assistants around her. Although she was quite skilled, she always had a blunt tone and tone.

The assistant was quite familiar with her, and teased whether the Countess had gone abroad for further studies, and her accent also went astray.

She seems to have lived well in another world and is very used to it.

"That is indeed very interesting," said Holmes, looking at her. "What does your dream of the future look like?"

"Well," Elena thought for a moment, "it's wonderful. I dreamed that girls would be able to work and live like boys, and I was praised as a famous female architect and engineer."

Modern times are not as difficult as they are now, there will be no too many burdens, and there is no need to bear the pressure of those old-fashioned, step by step to move forward against the wind and rain.

But Elena is not very sorry.

She watched the Countess achieve those achievements, standing in front of the podium with tears in her eyes, as if she was gratified and proud when she watched her fellow sisters win the award.

In other words, that is another her in the world.

Dreaming that this incident was just an ordinary accident, it was like the overlapping of the present world and the present moment, which brought Elena a little trance.

But apart from being in a trance, she understands that compared with the "Miss Earl" on the other side, she is more keen to do a good job in the life and work in front of her down-to-earth than to feel nostalgic for the lost "future at the other end".

Elena clenched the strap of the shoulder bag by her side, feeling a bit more at ease.

She bent her eyes and looked at Holmes, "But I think it's not bad now."

The breeze blew the car curtain, revealing a little gap, and then the moonlight poured in like running water, and sprinkled on Eileen's body and hair.

She said quite seriously, "I think this kind of future, I can do it."

Then he smiled at Holmes.

She seemed to be making a solemn promise, but also relaxed as if she was just reading out her daily plan.

Holmes stared at her, and there was some warmth in his usually calm and reserved eyes.

He turned his head slightly and said softly, "I believe in you."

The author has something to say: 5500 collections so soon... I thought I could last a few more days. QAQ has an update today!But maybe it's too late

I really don’t have enough time after school starts qaq

Let me explain here that Elena and the Countess are "another me in parallel time and space", but the relationship may be closer than interpenetration.

The part of the two souls that is close to the traits was exchanged, but the part close to the memory was left to the other self. Therefore, it is true that Elena feels that the two souls are merging with each other in the previous article. They are indeed constantly merging to form new species(?)

So they are very similar to the same person, but they are not the same person. They maintain subtle commonalities and unique characteristics, and occasionally resonate. However, this does not prevent the Countess from having a non-standard accent (x)