Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena smiled wearily when she heard this.

"Maybe," she said hopelessly, "maybe I was awarded the third prize? Anyway, as long as it's not the grand prize."

Thinking of the results of the recent competition, Elena sighed with a headache.

The special prize is an inherent award that will be obtained by being a finalist, and the third prize is slightly better than this, but no matter what, Elena never expected to win the No.1 design competition.

The design proposal of the museum was shortlisted for the finals, but what is troublesome is that the jury of the finalists had too much controversy over her proposal.This kind of design is too novel, and it has provoked two groups of people with completely different extreme views.

The popular trend nowadays is Gothic revival style, both the material and the style she used are very simple, which runs counter to the complicated and gorgeous.

Because of the influence of modern education, although she has inherited the memory of the Countess, for her, the concept of Bauhaus is more convenient than the current trend of replicating Gothic architecture with industrialization.

Combining the surrounding natural design rather than paying attention to the deliberate "geometric symmetry" in the eyes of the rich and powerful, the shape and structure are also very magical, paying more attention to the functionality of use than decoration. This time, the materials are even specially approved by the government. Almost every item shipped from foreign countries has pierced the lungs of those rotten old men.

They feel that this is unconventional and unreasonable, and even call her works stupid industrial waste and the product of garbage accumulation, thinking that this is a challenge to tradition.

There was even a guy who clamored to kick her work out of the scope of the award, and tore it down and rebuilt it, demanding that Elena's architectural firm pay back enough funds to build the museum again.

Of course, this guy started out as a building material business, and he owns the largest decoration material company in Britain. This time, Elena bypassed him to order foreign materials, which obviously violated his taboo.

However, who cares about him?

There are also many people who support Elena.They were tired of recurring revival Gothic architecture and found it useless, cumbersome, and serving no purpose other than pleasing to the eye.

What's more, mass production also makes these things rotten. Every thing built in this era or the previous era has more or less such characteristics, which makes it depreciate quickly.

The completion of the museum is refreshing. This extreme simplicity and cleanliness obviously represent a new feature, a more advanced thinking than the pursuit of Baroque or Rococo style.

Focus on cleanliness, freshness, and use of functional partitions...

Discussions about it have become quite a hot topic, and some people even quarreled in the newspapers about it every three days or so.

However, this is indeed a challenge to the current concept, a challenge to the aesthetics of the powerful.

No wonder those people scolded so fiercely.

"Don't be so discouraged, Miss Elena," Watson reassured her, "I think you can get the first prize."

He handed the sliced ​​fruit to Elena, and continued, "After all, there is no result yet, and the museum is really very popular."

"With your kind words, Dr. Watson," Elena said with a wry smile, "if you win the prize, I will treat you to dinner."

I hope so.

Watson agreed with a smile.

However, what Watson said dilutes Elena's anxiety. She couldn't help thinking, "Which restaurant do you think is better?"

"Wilton's? Rules? Or how about Claridge's?" she asked with a smile. "Father says the French food there is pretty good."

"That's not bad," said Holmes casually. "I haven't been there yet. Perhaps I can start praying now for your prize?"

He looked at Elena with a smile, "Then I beg you to win the prize."

Elena pretended to be annoyed, "So you didn't pray at first?"

After making a few jokes, the two looked at each other and smiled, while Watson on one side shook his head.

He sat down again, and took a slow sip of his tea.

Elena sat down a little lazily, and leaned back on the comfortable and soft chair. She could vaguely hear the voice of the postman downstairs talking to Mrs. Hudson. Give it to him” fragments were uploaded intermittently.It must have been a letter addressed to Holmes, not her.

Immediately afterwards, the half-hidden door was opened.

"Mr. Holmes, someone is looking for you," said Mrs. Hudson. "The postman said he wanted to sign for this letter, but he didn't want to go upstairs. That young man is too strange."

"Stop him for me, will you?" said Holmes. "I beg you, Mrs. Hudson, to trouble you again when he is anxious to find me again."

"Certainly," said Mrs. Hudson.

She glanced at Elena who was lying on the chair, pretending to be looking at the scenery, and warned, "Don't let me see you drawing again, Elena. It's all the bad habits that Molson gave you, Wherever you go, you have to take a pen and a notebook..."

Elena quickly responded, "I promise not to draw any pictures! Go get busy, Auntie."

Mrs. Hudson glanced at the table again, seeing that there was nothing there, she nodded in satisfaction and left.

Watson was about to get up, but Holmes stopped him.

He said, "It's not urgent, we have to wait for a while."

Elena and Watson were used to his way of speaking, and Watson sat down again.

"No wonder you didn't draw pictures upstairs and downstairs today." Watson looked at Elena and said clearly, "Mrs. Hudson?"

"Yes," Elena moved the soft chair, and covered the notebook and pen hidden underneath, "Yes."

Since Mrs. Hudson found out that she was busy and overloaded during this period, she was banned immediately after finishing the program during this period. anything related.

She can insist on working without listening to her father (the housekeeper will always help her hide it or assist her), but she has to listen to Mrs. Hudson. After all, although my aunt can act like a baby, she is always very stubborn when it comes to this kind of principle. The Earl was the complete opposite.

"But I don't remember you saying before," Watson asked curiously, "have you abandoned hand drawing?"

He still remembered Elena throwing the album into the stove that day.

"That's another matter." Elena looked around deliberately, making sure that Mrs. Hudson was still below, took out the notebook, and handed it to Watson. More."

Watson took it, and the two chatted a few more words.

Speaking of the origin, she raised her voice slightly, and was caught by Mrs. Hudson who pushed the door in again.

She took away the notebook and pen quite seriously, and turned to Holmes without mercy, and said, "Mr. Holmes, that fellow is urging me."

"Oh, yes," said Holmes, "if you please, I shall come down."

He threw away the blanket covering his body neatly, and put on the overcoat hanging on the closet casually, then he took a few steps and stretched himself.

Elena had just observed a minute of silence for her notebook that had been confiscated, when she looked up and saw this scene.

Her first reaction was that Holmes' waist was very thin, and her second reaction was his current posture

It's kind of cute.

The kind of slenderness that is not pathological reveals a strong aesthetic feeling, but it is not too full, but it feels just right.

He is like a drawn bow, full of vigor and publicity, but also with the characteristics of a gentleman unique to this era, neutralized together, blending a unique texture.

Elena almost shook her head for a moment, she seemed to have completely cleared the architecture from her mind for the first time, and noticed this side of Holmes.

No wonder there are so many people like him and worship him now.

And Holmes met her eyes and smiled.

"I think it's about the same," said he. "It's a good time. Come on, Watson."

Watson picked up the notebook and pen on the table, "Here we come."

Elena heaved a sigh of relief, stood near the window sill, glanced at the building, trying to calm down her overly violent heartbeat.

Then I found two people walking towards here while arguing, stopping and going from time to time.

The guy who was arguing the most seemed to be holding something in his hand.

Elena took a closer look and recognized these two guys. They were old rivals in the architectural jury. This time, they were the two who had the most controversy over Elena's building.

According to Earl, these "two old guys" felt that it was wrong for her work not to win an award, but have been debating whether she should be first or third, just... amazing.

It is estimated that the final result of the award came out, which may not be ideal, and the two did not reach an agreement.

Elena sighed, since the person who supported her looked very angry, it must be something unsatisfactory.

She nestled back in her chair and yawned.

Very sleepy

He squinted his eyes and almost fell asleep, and then the drowsiness was immediately disturbed.

"Miss Molson!" shouted downstairs. "Does Miss Molson live here?"

Then the voice was interrupted by another person.

"What are you arguing about? It's embarrassing," another person said bluntly, "I'm looking for Elena Molson, please let her come out."

His tone was simply too bad.

Then the two quarreled again, in a debilitating way.

It was comparable to the time when the road was being built on Baker Street some time ago. Workers used steam rollers to roll the road during the day, rumbling and rumbling, which made people extremely uneasy.

Anyway, the drowsiness was gone, so Elena straightened her skirt a little, and walked down while holding on to the railing.

She stopped a few steps away from the door.

"What's the matter?" Elena shouted down, "Just give the certificate to my aunt, she's on the sidelines, quarreling and so on, please stay away from here before you continue, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he was about to go up, but a man rushed up and grabbed his arm.

"Wait!" The man said quickly, "Don't go yet."

That person happened to be the old architect who generally didn't like her very much, and he was also quite famous in London's architectural circles.

Seemingly aware of the offense, the man quickly let go of his hand, and Elena also shook it uncomfortably.

"Is there anything else, Mr. Green?" she asked.

Green moved his lips, not knowing how to speak.

The entanglement and embarrassment on his face were so obvious that Elena could see his inner struggle.

"Let me tell you," another person pushed him away politely, and said, "Congratulations, Miss Molson."

He unceremoniously pulled out the box from Mr. Green's hand and handed it to Elena, "You have won the award."

The box was elegant blue-black, and Elena took it without hope.

"Thanks, I got it," she said, "Anything else?"

"...Aren't you going to open it and have a look?" Mr. Green blurted out.

Elena gave him a strange look.

"What's so interesting," she said, "it's the third prize anyway."

"Are you so sure?" Mr. Green frowned.

This attitude made Elena a little aware that something was wrong.

She put the box aside and opened the lid.

Inside was an inlaid certificate, and a gold medal, set against a deep black velvet backing, which was very handsome.

It seems to be shining and shining.

Elena was stunned for a moment.

She reached out to take out the certificate, and looked at the word in disbelief.

"First prize?" She turned to look at Mr. Green, "But didn't you send it here?"

Mr. Green moved his neck uncomfortably.

He asked bluntly, "Why can't I deliver it? Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Elena felt that these words sounded familiar.

Mr. White on the side laughed, "He snatched up this matter on purpose, and he got the news one step ahead of me."

He gloated and said mercilessly, "His daughter adores you. This guy is here to deliver the invitation."

Mr. Green gave him an angry look.

But now that it's all said and done, he doesn't hide it anymore.

"Yes," Mr. Green said bluntly, "on Wednesday night, you must come."

He took out a neatly written invitation from his bag, "It's best to bring a male companion."

The commanding tone made Elena frowned.

Just as she was about to speak, Mr. Green was pushed by Mr. White beside her.

"Can the old man talk?" He rolled his eyes, "This guy—don't worry about him. I brought a male companion because it was a party with a lot of young people. It doesn't matter if I don't. I don't think it matters. This old man It's always the old fashioned way."

Mr. White winked at Elena, and then Mr. Green began to grow snarky.

"I don't know who is a year older than me," he said intentionally, "every day when you don't do business, you know how to pretend to be young. Isn't it because your youngest son is not married yet that you encourage her not to have a male companion? "

"It's better than you old guy," Mr. White poohed him. "What's wrong with two people getting along, young people should know each other."

The two deviated from the topic in this way, and walked away while arguing.

"They have a good relationship?" Elena subconsciously said.

It doesn't look as bad as it usually says.

"Mr. White's younger sister married Mr. Green," said the assistant who was left behind quietly. "At that time, Mr. Green and Mr. White went to his house every day because of this. gone."

He paused, then added, "In the future, the two people will quarrel every day, and then the main direction of the two people will be different, and it will be even more..."

Seeing that he was about to talk endlessly, Elena reminded him, "The two of them walked away."

As soon as the assistant looked up, the two walked a long way.

He quickly picked up the book and shouted while running, "Teachers, wait for me—"

Elena picked up the box almost amusedly, and walked upstairs.

Passing by the second floor, she thought about treating guests to dinner, and then walked up slowly.

But obviously accidents always come very suddenly.

In the evening, Elena was almost at a loss when facing the invitation letter from Holmes.

"Ask me to be your female companion?" She couldn't help asking in a high voice, "A banquet?"

Holmes nodded.

"The client handed it to me," he said, "and asked me to pay attention to his daughter during the banquet—but the client said that it seems impossible to enter this banquet without a female companion."

Elena was a little stunned.

She put down the letter in her hand and ran upstairs and down again.

Then handed Holmes an identical letter.

"Then we can just go together," Holmes suggested after glancing a little.

Elena nodded and glanced at Watson on the side.

"What about Dr. Watson?" she asked curiously.

Under Elena's gaze, Watson blushed slightly.

"Actually..." he said with difficulty and shyness, "I've already found a female partner."

Holmes nodded, but Elena was startled.

What?Why doesn't she know anything?

The morning of the banquet.

Elena was almost awakened by the noise downstairs.

She put on her clothes and got up, and glanced downstairs.

It was densely packed with people.

"What's the situation?" Elena was a little confused, "What happened?"

She hurriedly changed her clothes and went down, and met Holmes on the way.

"What's going on next, Mr. Holmes?" Elena asked casually, "What's going on? It's so noisy."

"I suggest you not to go out for the time being," Holmes shook his head and passed the newspaper to her.

Elena took it over and took a look, there was a piece of news written in black and white on the headline on the front page.

"The Queen visited the Lindwim Museum yesterday afternoon, and praised it as a rather nice building?" she read in disbelief, "What?"

"Yes, it's true," Watson nodded. "The following are all people who plan to interview you."

He said with a wry smile, "I don't know who told you your address, but now you can't get out of the crowd."

Elena was stunned, the newspaper slipped from her hands and fell to the ground.

She didn't pick it up either, and was still in a daze.

She didn't think about how great an honor it was, she was struggling with another matter.

"No," she murmured, "I...I heard that the freshly patched paint over there is still not dry."

What's more, she remembered that some custom-made chairs, benches, cabinets and glass only arrived today, and there was nothing yesterday afternoon.

The queen went over, what did she see?

The author has something to say: Queen: I feel lonely after reading it.

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