Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Mrs. Hudson was waiting anxiously behind the door.

She was holding a lamp in her hand, almost fidgeting a little, getting up from time to time to see if there was the sound of a carriage approaching the door.

Mrs. Hudson looked up at the nearby clock again, to make sure the time was ticking.

"Why hasn't Elena come back yet?" She said anxiously to herself, "She is really worrying..."

The minute and second hands of the clock were ticking, slowly getting closer and closer to midnight.

When the carriage really stopped, Holmes slowly walked out of the carriage with Elena in his arms.

Elena in his arms was sleeping soundly, her body undulating gently with the rhythm of breathing, as if it was a bit cold outside, Elena subconsciously buried her head on Holmes' chest.

She subconsciously shrank her body and curled up again.

Seeing the sleeping Elena in his arms, Mrs. Hudson was relieved.

"Fortunately, I have you, thank you very much, Mr. Holmes," she took the things handed by the coachman behind her, and was busy preparing water and towels for scrubbing, "Please put her on the bed on the third floor Well, I'll be up in a minute."

Holmes nodded, and walked up the stairs step by step.

The lights in the stairwell were turned on by Mrs. Hudson before they came back. Holmes walked up slowly with Elena in his arms, and Elena was sleeping in his arms unconsciously. inside.

The room was very quiet, and Watson probably fell asleep. For a while, he could only hear his footsteps going upstairs.

Holmes looked down at Elena.

When she fell asleep, she looked quiet and peaceful, her eyebrows and eyes were stretched, as if she had dreamed of something wonderful, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Holmes opened the door sideways with his elbow, and carefully placed her on her crib.

When he slowly put Elena on the bed, Elena moved, as if she was about to wake up, but after she lay down on the bed, she remained silent again.

Holmes breathed a sigh of relief.

He got up and was about to leave when something grabbed his wrist.

Holmes lowered his head, only to realize that the hair band tied around his wrist was held tightly by Elena at some point.

When he moved, Elena also moved.

Holmes bent down and tried to wrest the length of ribbon from her hand, but he was afraid of waking Elena.

He stretched out his hand and opened Elena's fingers a little bit, only then was he able to remove the ribbon from Elena's palm.

He breathed a sigh of relief, held the ribbon in his hand, and checked the door and window again, leaving a little gap for ventilation but not too cold.

After returning to the window and looking at Elena's sleeping face, she opened the door and planned to leave.

At this moment, Mrs. Hudson happened to fetch water from the first floor. After mixing the water, she planned to give Elena a little scrubbing.

"I am sorry to trouble you, Mr. Holmes," said Mrs. Hudson. "It is a good thing you have not been drinking much, otherwise it would be really..."

She shook her head, "Go to sleep first, Mr. Holmes. I'll go and see how Elena is doing."

Holmes said hello, and went down to the room on the second floor to change clothes and wash up.

He walked downstairs quickly, but he was holding a lavender hair tie in his hand.

…lilac headband?

Mrs. Hudson looked at Holmes again suspiciously.

This is someone Holmes likes?Or his new case, new client?

Shaking her head, Mrs. Hudson pushed the door and entered, still thinking about the hair tie.

She put the basin aside, and was about to loosen Elena's hair, wipe her face, and change into her home clothes, when she saw Elena sleeping on the bed with disheveled hair, covered with a quilt, breathing evenly, obviously sleeping It is fragrant.

Wait, Elena seems to be wearing a lavender headband when she goes out...?

Mrs. Hudson looked at her niece and seemed to understand something.

As a result of being drunk, Elena didn't wake up until noon the next day.

She rubbed her sore neck and got up slowly. Looking at the wall clock, she realized that it was past twelve o'clock.

What, it's past twelve o'clock? !

She hasn't gone to work today!

Elena immediately turned over and got out of bed, picked up a few clothes and put them on.

It must be too late this time, the employees of the firm must have been waiting for her all morning!That would be bad, she was going to inspect the project today, and she didn't know what would happen if she was absent.

Top skirt socks shoes…

No, a matching sock is missing!

No, she put it here yesterday...

No matter, find it first, talk about it, come back and deal with it!

Elena threw herself to the closet again, frantically rummaging through it.

For a while there were socks all over the room, and it was a mess.

This scene happened to be seen by Mrs. Hudson who opened the door.

She put the tray on the side cabinet, closed the door again, turned around, and asked angrily, "Where are you going, Elena?"

"I'm late for work, auntie," Elena said while rummaging through, "I'm only one sock short of going out...the ones with black stripes and wooden ears, have you seen it, auntie?"

But she seemed completely unaware that the sock she was looking for was lying on the carpet under her feet.

"Under your feet," Mrs. Hudson said a little funny, "don't look for it, clean it up and eat first, I told the people in the office for you. Mr. Eric said that he will replace you today Duty, let you rest first."

When Elena heard this, she suddenly relaxed, and it was at this moment that her stomach growled.

"Great," she said with emotion, "I'm really hungry, so let's eat first. It's the same when I finish eating."

"Well," Mrs. Hudson pushed the plate towards her.

After a while, when Elena was eating all kinds of things, she inadvertently asked, "Eileen, what's going on between you and Mr. Holmes?"

Elena almost choked on this question.

She took a sip of tea in a hurry, barely swallowed the bread, and said a little stammeringly, "That's...that's it."

When Elena woke up, she remembered what she did last night, and felt that it was really...

She didn't know how to say it.

"Did he confess?" asked Mrs. Hudson, "proposed to you?"

When she said this, her fingers unconsciously tapped on her knees, "Have you talked about the future with you?"

It was the first time Elena received such a direct question from an elder.

She coughed and then replied, "It should be a confession... He said he likes me."

"But he was out early in the morning," said Mrs. Hudson. "Are you sure? Did he drink yesterday?"

She looked at Elena with a little worry, "Although I believe in Mr. Holmes' character, you know, Elena, a drunk man, you can't trust everything..."

Elena shook her head.

"Probably not," she said uncertainly, "I'll wait for him to come back today and ask him. Just to make sure, yesterday was indeed a bit sloppy."

Wait for Holmes to come back and ask again, she thought so, pursing her lips by the way.

The smell of alcohol and tobacco mixed in her memory, as well as the soft touch, seemed to still be in her memory.

And the warmth and comfort of walking hand in hand under the street lamp in the memory fragment, she couldn't help but think about it repeatedly.

Maybe, after coming back... hold hands and go out a few more times?

Cafe, inside booth.

"So, you just confessed like this yesterday?" Watson asked incredulously, "Holmes, this is too fast!"

He was so surprised that he couldn't restrain his voice, causing everyone around him to look this way.

Watson lowered his voice slightly again, "Are you serious, Holmes?"

Why didn't he feel anything, why did these two people confess their love in one night?

"It's true," Holmes replied with his eyes slightly closed, leaning on the sofa. "I'm a little worried about her reaction after waking up today..."

Will you forget what happened yesterday, or will you remember it?Will he be rejected next, or accepted?

Watson was taken aback when he heard this.

"So, that's why you woke me up early in the morning and dragged me here?" He said incredulously, "Why don't you stay there and ask Miss Elena directly when she wakes up?" ?”

He didn't get enough sleep in the morning and was sleepy too!

Before he could finish speaking, someone came over.

A formally dressed servant with a serious face stood in front of the two of them and said politely, "Mr. Holmes, my lord invites you to go."

"My lord? Who?" Watson asked subconsciously, then turned his head, and saw the earl sitting upright, and the butler standing beside him.

The two seemed to be dressed very formally today, which gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

"Your Excellency called me, what's the matter?" Holmes sat up straight and asked calmly.

"Please go there," the servant repeated again, "I don't know exactly what it is."

Seeing that Holmes had no intention of moving, he couldn't help but said, "I'm just a messenger, and I really don't know anything..."

Watson was desperately winking at Holmes from the sidelines.

There is no need to ask, it seems that they are here to separate you and Miss Elena!Holmes, don't go!

Holmes shook his head lightly at him, then got up naturally and walked over there.

Watson looked at Holmes' back, as if seeing the final ending.

A pair of lovers separated by a strong father... so sad.

He sighed and took another sip of tea, but he couldn't help thinking about the countermeasures in his mind.

What should I do?Do you want Holmes to lie down on the ground, drag him to cry, and not get up if he disagrees?

...doesn't seem too difficult?

Watson imagined the scene for a while, and was taken aback by the Sherlock Holmes in his mind.

Forget it, forget it.Not to mention that Sherlock Holmes would not be able to do this kind of behavior at all, and the Earl might not be able to accept such a person as Miss Elena's partner...

He silently looked at Holmes, who had already sat opposite the earl, and prayed secretly.

May God bless him.

The Earl sat comfortably on his sofa, looking at Holmes across from him.

He had already planned to go to Baker Street later, what he said to his daughter.

"I made him an offer he couldn't refuse", this sentence is quite imposing.

Then lower your face a little, your voice a little colder, raise your airs a little, and learn that drawn-out slow tone again.

Elena will definitely feel that his father has done a very good job, very powerful.

The count has almost lost himself in his fantasy, imagining Elena holding his arm, saying that he is "too amazing", "he is worthy of being a father" and so on.

There was a light cough from beside me.

The count shivered, realizing that what he was going to say hadn't started yet.

He picked up the air that had been put down in front of Holmes for a long time, and said solemnly, "Holmes, I want to ask you a very serious question."

The tone is very blunt, and the details are in place.

Holmes straightened up a little.

"Please," he replied, equally gravely, "I will answer you to the best of my ability, Your Excellency."

The Earl nodded in satisfaction.

He snapped his fingers, and the butler behind him immediately placed the box on the table and opened it quickly.

The box is full of gold, silver and jewelry, and all kinds of curiosities and banknotes are in the box.

Holmes realized at once what the earl wanted.

Is this going to buy him with money, let him move away, and stop interacting with Elena?

Seeing his reaction, the Earl nodded in satisfaction.

He waved his hand and signaled the butler to take the box down.

"You have seen things too," the earl said slowly, trying to recall how he once met a very imposing person, "In this way, you can give me an accurate explanation."

He looked at Holmes and paused every word, "How much does it cost you to be my daughter's lover?"

"No, thanks..."

The words of refusal that Holmes had already uttered stuck in his mouth.

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Holmes:?

Watson: Is there such a good thing? ? ? ?

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