Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Hearing these words, Holmes raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Holmes and Miss Elena know each other!" The ladies immediately became enthusiastic, "We don't even know!"

Someone moved a seat for Holmes, and Holmes sat down with a normal expression.

The corner of his windbreaker rubbed against Elena's bare, exposed arm, and the windbreaker rubbed it slightly... itchy.

Elena looked at Holmes who was sitting down, not knowing what to say for a while.

She just said it casually.Really, very really.

"Miss Elena and Mr. Holmes have a good relationship, right?" A lady sitting next to her laughed, "It looks like they are very congenial."

"We are neighbors," Elena simply explained, "so we have a lot of traffic."

Then she deliberately diverted the topic, "Where did we just talk about?"

"Speaking of the punch magazine," another lady said, seeing that she didn't want to continue the topic, "I'm curious about one thing."

She looked at Elena excitedly, and couldn't help rubbing her hands, "Is your office still taking orders?"

Elena looked at her in surprise, "Of course, I'm actually on a free period—are you here to entrust work?"

"I, I actually want to..." A young lady sitting far away said weakly.

The other ladies also started to talk one after another.

"I thought you guys have already talked to little Brutt once?" Elena moved a little unnaturally, "I always feel that some people have talked to little Brutt last time..."

"I said it once," one of them responded accordingly, "but no one said that you can only make an appointment with him!"

The man also winked at her playfully, "I think I can make two appointments, anyway, I'm not short of money."

Elena stepped back a little, trying to suppress her desire.

It seems that this group of ladies is not particularly difficult...Georgianna is not very picky, but she is constantly making changes to the plan.

How about... a rush?

Such a generous Party A is so rare!

The little Brut who had just walked over heard this, squeezed in quickly, and exclaimed, "This, you guys are not at all the same as what you said last time!"

He wanted to cry without tears, "No, dear ladies, what's the matter with you? We obviously had a good chat last time?"

Last time, it was obviously the one who pulled him and said that he would entrust their firm to design the house!

No, there is no need to bother the countess for this kind of introduction, as long as he comes alone.

The countess is so busy, if she arranges her work schedule by herself, then the whole office will have to work around the clock...

Not to mention that the Countess took over his work, so what is he doing?

Since Eric joined, Brut Jr., who often felt the pressure of competition in the assistant position, subconsciously touched the top of his head and his full wallet.

This job is coming to him!You can still do it for a hundred and 80 years!

The earl on the other side was chatting with someone while holding a wine glass.

The person chatting with him was dressed very formally, and the two were talking about something about yesterday afternoon.

"I only found out in the morning that you went there yesterday," the earl frowned indistinctly, ignoring the bitter taste of the wine on his tongue, and said to the prince with a smile, "Thank you so much."

The husband of the Queen of Great Britain, Prince Albert smiled and waved.

"It's not a big deal," he said with a slightly German accent. "Your daughter's architecture is also very interesting, and it's about to surpass you?"

The count shrugged.

"Hopefully," he said, "better get over it so I can leave her work and business. To tell you the truth, though I'm a decent builder, I just can't stand so much—"

Prince Albert patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't say that, our great Lord Molson," he said deliberately, "you are the architect of the court."

"But before, you thought that the court gardener was more worthy of closeness," the earl said bluntly, "Crystal Palace, huh?"

Albert laughed.

"Do you still remember this matter?" He said, "If your wife hadn't passed away at that time, you should have presided over this matter. We—your Majesty and I both feel that we should give you some buffer time."

Mentioning this, the Count sighed again.

"You're right," he said. "Of course, I'd like to see slightly fewer royal orders each year."

More than [-]% of his design work comes from the royal family and nobles.

Most of the rest are corporations, new dignitaries, and family businesses.

"I don't care what I say," Prince Albert said helplessly, "It's usually not up to me to decide, as you know."

He took out the pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it, "It's time, I'm leaving first, next time I'll go to see the crew you sponsored."

"Okay, let's make an appointment next time," the earl replied casually.

Watching the prince's back gradually going away, the count drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then frowned in pain.

"It's too bad, what kind of smell is this," he murmured.

No matter how many times I drink it, I can't get used to it.

Still delicious.

Throwing the cup to the waiter casually, the count remembered that his daughter had also attended the banquet.

I just have nothing to do, how about going to see my daughter?

He strode towards the door, but bumped into Giles, who was also invited.

The earl muttered to himself, Giles was dressed in a decent manner, looking like a dog.

He decided to walk around Giles and pretend he didn't see it.

"Long time no see, Molson," Giles said enthusiastically, "What have you been doing lately?"

He directly reached out to grab the earl's shoulder.

The earl avoided his hand without a trace, and raised his airs.

"The weather is good today," he coughed and said indifferently.

Giles ignored his posturing.

"I have good news for you," he said. "Your birthday cake is ready for your daughter!"

Hearing this, the count stopped raising his legs to leave.

"What?" He immediately became excited, "What does it look like?"

Is it layer after layer of petals and fluffy cream?

Pure white cream and decorations are stacked on top of each other, sprinkled with layers of icing sugar, it must look sweet and unique.

"Secret," Giles said pretending to be mysterious. "Tonight is her birthday, right? Can we take it directly to your daughter's place? Surprise her?"

The count glanced at him and nodded solemnly.

The two laughed and reached an agreement.

It's fun to chat with the group of girls who are obviously overly enthusiastic, but it's really tiring to talk all the time.

Elena was really relieved when they finally turned the conversation to little Brutt.

She took another sip of tea indiscriminately, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the soft sofa behind her, looking at the surrounding environment.

The fire was burning vigorously, and a warm feeling filled the small lounge.

Elena leaned back again, feeling relaxed and comfortable.

A group of gentlemen from the other side of the ballroom came out, and the group of ladies who had been surrounding Little Brut just got up one after another, straightened their skirts a little, and paused the conversation.With reserved smiles on their faces again, they waited for their dance partners to come.

But Little Brut straightened his clothes quite seriously, and was waiting for his female companion to come in.

The ball started, but neither Elena nor Holmes wanted to move.

Elena looked at Holmes beside her, and asked meaningfully, "Do you want to dance?"

She sincerely hoped that Holmes' answer would be no, and it would be quite comfortable to sit here and rest.

Holmes rolled his eyes.

"Take a break here," he said. "I don't think you want to dance, either?"

Elena nodded affirmatively.

She wrapped the blanket around her body, and felt that after the person left, the lounge suddenly became quiet again, and there were only the two of them left in the room, feeling a little inexplicably deserted.

It's still a little cold.

Holmes seemed to have seen her move, and stood up immediately.

After fumbling with the pliers in front of the fireplace, he walked back and sat next to Elena.

Elena laughed.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Holmes, if you please," she said, and then she narrowed her eyes and yawned slowly.

"You are welcome," replied Holmes mildly.

He reached out to help Elena straighten the blanket on her lap, "Miss Elena, you didn't sleep well yesterday?"

"Yes," Elena sighed, "I dreamed about something not so good."

She recalled the things in the dream, and for a moment she only remembered the thick and dense despair and the boundless pain at that time.

Fortunately it was a dream.

"What exactly is it?" asked Holmes. "Would you mind telling me? But it doesn't matter if you don't. Dreams are always the opposite."

He patted Elena's shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay, don't worry. No matter what it is, there will always be a solution."

His relief had some effect, and Elena looked into his deep eyes.

"You're right," she responded, "I think so too. Even the hardest things have solutions..."

As the room got warmer, the baked Elena became a little groggy.

"I feel like I'm going to be busy again later," Elena said sleepily, "It seems that leisure is always short and narrow."

"It should be," said Holmes equally lazily, with his hands behind his head, "but I don't think there is anything wrong with work, and there is nothing good about vacation. After all, there is nothing that makes me feel better than using my brain to solve problems." It's worth it."

He tilted his head and looked at Elena, "Don't you think so too?"

Elena nodded slightly.

In fact, she hadn't realized what Holmes was talking about, so she tilted her head slightly, leaned on the sofa, and slowly fell asleep.

Holmes looked at her, and softly called Elena's name twice.

Seeing that she seemed to be fast asleep, he sat up a little bit and approached Elena.

Seeing her sleeping soundly, it seemed that the rather idealized vigor and persistence had completely disappeared, and instead she was a little more quiet and peaceful.

The crimson hair fell down on both sides of her cheeks, and her brown eyes, which were moistened with honey in the sun, were also asleep, and only the charcoal fire that popped out a few sparks from time to time kept him company.

He still seemed alone, still alone, alone.

At this time, Elena moved a little uneasy.

She frowned, showing a kind of hesitation and struggle on her face, she tilted her head slightly, but her posture was very uncomfortable, she seemed to be still sleeping restlessly, and she seemed to be muttering something.

Holmes sighed, and gently and carefully moved her head to his shoulders, adjusting the position again to make sure that the position was comfortable.

Seeing that Elena seemed to be getting more comfortable, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Elena struggled to move closer to him, and then he felt something rub against his neck.

...like hair.

Holmes lowered his head, and it turned out that there were some unruly red-brown hair.

He felt a little itchy, so he moved a little, but he was worried that he would wake up Elena, and he didn't dare to move too much.

Ignoring the stiff and unnatural left shoulder because of being pillowed, Holmes smiled helplessly.

He stretched out his hand a little, and brushed away the strands of hair sideways. He put a pillow on the back of his neck and fell asleep.

When Elena woke up, the second half of the banquet was almost over.

It was raining outside the window, not too heavy, but sporadic, and the night was a bit hazy.

Holmes was still sitting beside her when she opened her eyes, smiled at her, and looked down at the paper again.

Elena found that her head was resting restlessly on someone's shoulder.

… No wonder my neck didn’t hurt so much today, it turned out that it went where it shouldn’t.

Elena quickly moved her neck back to the correct position, and then casually took a book from the bookshelf.

It was a book about architecture, so Elena read it slowly.There are notes on it, which seem to be written by a young lady, playful and lively with a bit of carefree innocence, Elena also finds it very interesting, and the two of them are in this undisturbed and seemingly forgotten lounge After sitting for a while, he got up and planned to say goodbye to the host and leave.

The maid handed the two shawls and coats, raised the lamp again, and led the two to the door, where their carriage was already waiting.

After going out, Elena almost shivered from the cold.

Late at night seems to be a little bit colder, even in the city of London.

She wrapped the shawl tighter and quickened her pace, but a thick overcoat suddenly wrapped her body.

Elena subconsciously looked at Holmes beside her, only to see that he turned his head slightly to look at her, as if he felt that the clothes were a little crooked, and he straightened her up again.

Elena is a little... don't know what to say.

She felt that wearing a thin shirt, Mr. Holmes might catch a cold?

So she handed the clothes back to Holmes, "Thank you, Mr. Holmes, but no need."

She smiled and said, "Anyway, it's just this section of the road, and there will be blankets on the carriage."

Holmes shook his head and did not pick up his clothes.

So Elena simply quickened her pace, walked to the side of the carriage, and quickly got into the carriage.

Then he handed Holmes the overcoat on his body, and by the way, he thought about whether he should go to this overcoat store to order a women's style as well.

The material is good and it keeps warm, so it should be pretty good?

While Elena was still thinking about it, Holmes hung the lantern on the wall of the carriage.

He bent down slightly, and took out a box from the cabinet at his feet.

Then handed it to Elena.

Elena looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you doing for me?" She took it, "What's inside?"

Open the box and there is a beautiful necklace inside.The silver chain is slender, and a unique pendant is hung on it. The pendant is carved with a miniature version of the Lindwim Museum, which is delicate and beautiful, with a gentle color against the candlelight in the lantern.

It should be made to order, and it doesn't look like it was prepared recently.

"Happy birthday," said Holmes.

The author has something to say: Earls waiting in Baker Street: ? ? ?

What Holmes celebrated and what the Earl celebrated was indeed Elena’s birthday. Elena and the Countess were on the same day, and there was no need to worry that the Countess was alone. I'm giving out sugar! How much you eat depends on your ability!!

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