Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena heard the words "Happy Birthday", and looked up at Holmes.

The necklace in her hand slipped into the box, and the candle flames danced in her eyes at this moment, shining with unknown emotions.

Holmes looked at her with his usual calm and reserved eyes, but was coated with a layer of peace and tenderness by the slightly orange firelight.

He looked at Elena with focused eyes, as if... looking at an important person.

No, he has always been a gentle man, a gentleman through and through.

Eileen didn't know what to say for a moment, she felt that the total silent moments in her life were not as many as today.

"You know..." she said with mixed feelings, "I, I..."

Holmes shook his head.

"Try on the necklace?" he said with a slight smile.

Elena nodded.

She hurriedly went to untie the necklace around her neck, but she couldn't pull it off for a while, instead it became even tighter.

A sigh came from the side.

The wide fingertips touched Eileen's neck, the somewhat cold fingertips still had some rough calluses, and the cool fingertips touched the neck, which made her shiver.

Elena felt a little at a loss.

"It's so cold," she took a light breath, and then the necklace that was still wrapped around her neck fell off.

Holmes opened the box casually again, and somehow turned a small and delicate mirror out from the bottom of the box.

He deftly and quickly fastened the lock at the end of the necklace, and handed her the mirror.

"Is it nice?" asked Holmes.

There was a bit of a smile in his voice, and he was a little happy, "I see that you are going out today, and the necklace doesn't match well... The client asked me for help temporarily, and it's his workshop, so I asked him to get it in advance."

It turned out that this is what he said "the client asked him for something".

Elena nodded.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a necklace that seemed to be shining, and looked through the mirror to Holmes' quiet gray eyes.

A gust of wind blew across the carriage, through the slightly open windows, and swirled between the two of them.

"Very nice," she replied softly. "Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

When Elena got out of the car, she was startled by the scene at the entrance of Baker Street.

That's actually quite spectacular.

The employees of the architectural office seemed to be there—they were guarding the door, and when they heard the sound of a carriage stopping, they opened the door to have a look, and they all looked overjoyed when they saw her come down.

Elena actually had the illusion that she was wearing it back again.

The office she worked for from the past seems to be the same in the autumn and winter seasons. They are all wrapped up thickly, and they have not wronged themselves.

It seems that no matter where it is, it is necessary to add clothes when it is cold.

Jumping off the carriage in two or three steps, Elena straightened her skirt slightly.

"Why are you here?" she asked, "It's a holiday now, so go and have a good rest."

"Let's wish the generous boss a happy birthday!" The employees replied piecemeal, so many people talking in a hurry, it almost made Elena's ears dizzy.

"Happy birthday, Miss Molson!" they shouted again. "Come in!"

A group of people gathered around like this, encircling the three floors inside and outside the three floors of Eileen bustlingly, and welcomed them into the house.

For a while, the room was packed to the brim, filled with lively atmosphere.

Elena was hugged and walked in, and couldn't help but look back at Holmes.

He looked at the scene in front of him helplessly, and smiled at her.

What kind of smile is that?Elena is hard to describe.

His brows and eyes are stretched, gentle and restrained, with his usual cautious and careful temptation.

She felt that the hustle and bustle around her had gone away, and there were only two people left, one standing in place, the other being surrounded by the crowd and had to leave.

She suddenly didn't want to go on like this.

So Elena turned around without hesitation, pushed aside the staff who were pushing her in, and turned back to the door.

He added by the way, "Go ahead first, I seem to have forgotten something at the door."

The employees stood there, a little at a loss, but fortunately the Earl came out of the kitchen at this time.

"Come, come," he said enthusiastically, "Thank you for coming, let's have some hot soup to warm up."

Seeing that Elena seemed to be going to the door, he immediately dropped his airs and began to sigh.

"I'm really sorry, I must have stayed up all night, right?" The count said quite clearly, "Everyone go to Little Brutt's to register the address, and I'll find someone to send you some family secret recipes to grow hair, grow hair."

The people in the architectural office have never seen such an aristocratic and approachable nobleman.

They waved their hands again and again, "Don't dare to bother the Earl, not to mention that the salary given by the lady is already enough, we are totally willing to work overtime—"

The count shook his head, and said quite reasonably, "Only by protecting your hair can you resist the next round of hair loss."

He said confidently, "Otherwise, this wave won't grow, what will happen to the next round of hair loss?"

Several people were stunned.

Cycle, cycle hair loss?Raise a wave, boil it once, drop a wave?

Miss Adler and her lover were sitting on a chair beside her, and she couldn't help but said, "Your Excellency the Earl is really the same."

The count raised his head, "That is."

Uncle Ben held a bowl of soup and gave him a disdainful click.

Standing beside him were Giles and the butler. The butler was busy in and out with the plate helplessly, while Giles was still busy communicating with Mrs. Hudson with his face still covered in flour. cooking.

"Everyone eat and drink well, eat and drink well," Little Brut said loudly, "Thank you for your hard work, you have been busy all afternoon."

After he finished speaking, he tugged on his bow tie, feeling it was tightened.

Lydia next to him was also dressed in formal attire, looking at little Brut with a bit of disgust.

"It's for you." She put the soup in her hand on the counter sideways, making a crisp sound, "Drink it while it's hot."

Little Brutt blinked dumbly.

"Specially, give it to me, keep it?" He stuttered a little, and his face flushed a little.

Lydia rolled her eyes, snorted, then lifted her skirt and went to chat with someone she knew.

Leaving little Brut alone on the spot with a smirk, he picked up the bowl and took a sip, and then he was so hot that he gasped.

Looking at the lively scene inside, Holmes really felt a little headache.

Although he never liked such scenes, but...

Holmes stood at the corner of the door and sighed, closed the door quite self-consciously, took off his hat and gloves, and threw them on the cabinet beside him.

Then I heard the sound of footsteps.

Elena walked towards him slowly, with the light behind her, she looked unhurried.

Holmes was a little puzzled, he subconsciously tilted his head.

Then I found Elena looking up at him, or rather, staring at him seriously, trying to see a building from his face.

He laughed and said, "Miss Elena? Why are you here?"

Elena shrugged.

"Let's go together," she said.

Holmes subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't speak to Elena's bright eyes.

He moved his lips, "Miss Elena, you know, I..."

Elena shook her head and stopped his words.

"Let's go together," she repeated briskly, "I lied to them that I dropped something."

Holmes looked at her, seeming to understand what she was saying.

"Did you drop your stuff?" he asked with a sigh.

Elena winked at him almost playfully.

"That depends on whether it belongs to me," she replied intentionally, "I don't know if he will answer me if I call out."

When Elena and Holmes walked into the room side by side, they found that the inside had been completely renovated.

The house was full of ribbons and colorful decorations, and there was a huge box in the middle, which should be a cake.

The room has also been specially arranged, and the things in the room should have been cleaned up a little bit, and it looks completely different from when they left.

Elena raised her eyebrows unexpectedly. In fact, she had long forgotten that today was her birthday, and the Countess probably forgot too.

But it seems that many people still remember.

Almost everyone she knows, has dealt with her and has a good relationship with her is here, smiling at her.

Dr. Watson, his aunt Mrs. Hudson stood aside, including the Darcy family, Eric and the Bingley family standing alone in the corner, and Uncle Ben was also standing beside him, who had rearranged himself. Si, the housekeeper, and the employees of the office gathered together and sat on the sofa in a corner, chatting and laughing. When they saw her come in, they immediately stood up.

There were also quite a few employees from his own office, and most of them were disciples of the Earl.

Elena estimated the time of the project she saw at the office last time, and guessed that the others were still rushing to work.

The count stood by the window at some point, only showing a side face, looking cold and reserved.

He held a glass of wine and took a sip from time to time, and he seemed to have a good shelf.

Miss Irene Adler came over with her lover, oh no, she is now her fiancé.

She smiled and hugged Elena, "It's a little late, there are special guests in the theater today-but speaking of it, happy birthday, dear."

Then Miss Adler took the gift from her lover and handed it to Elena, "I'll open it later."

Elena nodded, and the butler beside her took the gift, and put it in the cabinet beside her as usual.

"There was going to be a banquet," the butler said softly, "My lord said that you didn't like banquets in the past, so you simply invited some relatives and friends to celebrate a little bit. After all, it's a birthday, and it's not good if you don't invite anyone. "

He sighed with emotion, "It's been 18 years."

Then he magically pulled out a large package from behind.

"From everyone in Northumberland," he said mildly, "happy grown-ups, miss."

Elena looked at the butler, and seemed to be a little dazed to find that the corners of his eyes were already covered with wrinkles.

But the years didn't seem to have damaged the housekeeper too much, he still seemed to be the same as Eileen when she was a child.

She stepped forward and hugged the housekeeper.

"Thank them for me," Elena said with a smile.

The housekeeper hugged her tenderly, patted her lightly, and then let go.

"Be well, miss," he said softly, "be always well."

Elena nodded.

"I will," she replied earnestly.

And then another voice sounded.

"This is mine," Uncle Ben looked at Elena, and he handed over a box.

Then he said awkwardly, "Happy birthday, Elena."

Elena nodded and took the box.

She sighed, and was about to reach out to hug the old man with gray hair, but was interrupted by the count unexpectedly.

"You?" The count came over, "Where did you get the money?"

He was simply puzzled. After all, it seemed that Weston had no job?

This sentence really hurts my heart.

Uncle Ben moved his lips, and it took him a long time to say a word, "I... have found a job for the time being."

"What?" The earl asked loudly, a little surprised, "What kind of job did you find?"

He frowned, "If you have any difficulties, please come to me, don't be fooled all the time."

"You can find me," Giles patted his stomach, "No one knows how to get through difficulties better than me!"

He whispered to Uncle Ben, "What's more, we still lack a taster in our store."

The Earl looked at Giles immediately.

"You never told me that!" He asked dissatisfied, "Why do you..."

what happened?

The butler coughed at the right time, reminding the earl not to forget that Elena is still there.

When the words came to his lips, the count turned a corner.

"Why don't you tell me," he said with a smirk, "I'll introduce someone to you. There are quite a few people here who like to eat desserts."

Like himself.

Giles snorted.

I just didn't think about him because I knew he didn't have a sweet tooth and didn't like it.

Eric also sent a box over, left the words "Happy Birthday" and silently retreated to the corner.

Little Brutt brought a bag of unknown things from the side, put it on the side, and praised her again, as if her hair had become colorful and shiny because of her birthday today.

Lydia is also a box, but the top is very simple, the black box is tied with a silver-white ribbon.

"Happy birthday, Miss Elena," she said with a smile, "I wish you a happy day."

Elena also hugged her.

"Thank you, Lydia," Elena replied.

Georgiana gave her a wooden box, which seemed to be a gift from her sister-in-law.

She gave Elena a hug, and walked back to her place a little shyly.

The gifts from the employees of the architectural office were combined and packed in a box as big as a chair. Two young apprentices moved them over and placed them at Elena's feet.

In my office, everyone gave her one, and they were all wrapped in wrapping paper.

When everyone was about to talk to Elena about the last round, the count quickly poked Giles.

"It's almost time to cut the cake, isn't it?" he suggested. "Come on, Giles."

Quiet the chatterers and wait for his gift to be unveiled.

As for whether the birthday cake was wonderful, it was completely out of Earl's consideration.

How could his gift not make a splash?That must be a great show!

Giles was startled by his poke, subconsciously took a step back, and stepped on little Brutt's foot.

Little Brutt was still talking and laughing happily with others, but when he was stepped on unexpectedly, he subconsciously screamed "Ah".

With his howl, the audience fell silent.

Even Holmes, who was talking with Watson in the corner, looked here, let alone Elena.

The Earl twitched his lips expressionlessly.

Things don't always seem to go the way he imagined.

...But it went smoothly, at least the goal of being quiet was achieved, um.

The author has something to say: The superficial earl: everything is calm, everything is under control The real earl: ... something went wrong again.Cat crying.jpg

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