Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

In the following days, Elena and Holmes were both busy.

Elena accepted the commission from the model housing company, and began to work overtime with the people in the firm to catch up on the design drawings, while Sherlock received some commissions that needed to be kept secret under the intervention of Mycroft.

Elena left early and returned late, while Holmes' whereabouts were erratic, but they didn't take it too seriously. Although they were in the period of passionate love, both of them were used to such a rhythm of life.

But when she came back at night, Elena occasionally received a small bouquet of flowers.

Sometimes violets, sometimes lilies of the valley, or lilies, and once roses.They were tied with ribbons of different colors in this way, and they were quietly placed on the small cabinet at the entrance of the room on the third floor, waiting for the owner of this room to come home and turn on the light to see this small and delicate gift.

As for Holmes on the top of the bookcase on the second floor, the row of various books and notes was also vacated, and a row of small and exquisite architectural models was placed.

Most of them are handmade by Elena, some are excellent models that are difficult to build, and others are already built buildings, many of which are made of thin wooden boards and glue, with detailed grids And the delicate structure looks pleasing to the eye.

Sometimes Holmes would "surprise" Elena's office, dress up as various people, or invite Elena to dinner, or give her a small gift.

So much so that the people in the firm got used to the visit of this interesting Mr. Detective, and even began to guess who he would pretend to be next time. There was a little bet among the apprentices, the bet was the copying of the blueprints .

Since Elena is always a little more talkative every time Holmes visits, these guys will occasionally stalk Holmes, suggesting that he can come a few more times.

Elena turned a blind eye to this.

After all, they have to stay up all night, and if they don't give these people some entertainment, it may be difficult to drive late.

Staying overnight is commonplace for most designers, and Elena is also used to concentrating her work together.

It was getting dark today, and Elena still didn't go back.

The floor plan of each floor has been determined, the pipeline route, public space and individual small studios have been considered thoroughly, the basic facilities have left sufficient space, and the combination of individual buildings has been confirmed countless times.

Things that should be taken into consideration, such as terrain and drainage, had already been considered at the beginning of the design, but Elena's pen tip was stagnant at a certain point on the public green space, motionless.

Originally, Elena planned to set aside this area to make some small parks, but when she thought of those children, she was a little hesitant.

A little bit of ink slowly leaked out from the nib of the pen, and Eileen, who noticed this, moved the pen away first, and put it aside.

She rubbed her stiff neck, sighed, and closed the pen cap.

She pushed the work in her hands aside, went downstairs and told the coachman to go back first and told Mrs. Hudson that she would not go back today, so she didn't have to wait for her, then got up, knocked on the door of Eric's office next door, and then opened it handle.

Eric, who heard the voice, looked up at her, "What's the matter?"

Elena skillfully pulled out the chair stored under the table, sat down naturally, and looked at Eric.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Originally this was a big office, but after Elena acquired the firm, it was changed into two small ones, the one slightly outside was used as her own office, the other one inside was assigned to Eric, and the one in the middle It's a basically unlocked door.

After all, two people have to check too many things, and sometimes the inspiration is fleeting, and it is better to open a door than to waste it on a detour.

Eric reluctantly pulled out the paper under it.

"I'm checking the structural design drawings they provided," he handed to Elena, "Look, I think some of the design drafts are not bad."

The phrase "it's okay" made Elena laugh.

"Since it's okay to get a sentence from you, it should be pretty good." She took the paper and glanced at it twice, "Well, it's not bad...I think it's pretty good."

Elena paid attention to the name signed on the lower right corner, "We can give them more work in the future, what do you think?"

Eric nodded.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked succinctly, and frowned again, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Elena looked at him puzzled, and Eric pointed to her dark circles.

She touched her face, "Oh, yes... I always have other ideas about the East End."

Eric shook his head.

"If it's aimed at the children in the East District, then I suggest you stop talking about it," he said coldly, "No one can save them, except themselves."

He himself was born at the bottom, and he couldn't understand the filth there any better.

"But I think..." Elena hesitated a little, "I kind of want to turn the green space in the center into a school."

She casually grabbed a piece of paper from Eric's desk and started to draw, "Like this, there is one in the middle of each group... Wouldn't that be better?"

"No," Eric leaned back, "if you want to ask, my answer is always no."

He stated, "The price of model housing is not low. Most people who can afford to live here are not willing to send their children of the right age here. It is about the age when you can know something and you can send it to an apprenticeship. The age is lower. And to help take care of the younger brothers and sisters at home... The life of the poor is beyond your imagination, Miss Molson."

"What's more, it's just a drop in the bucket for most of the children in the slums." Seeing Elena's stubborn expression, Eric continued, "The expenses here, how to manage, and where these children will be sent when they grow up...that's all. It is a huge project, and it is definitely not something we can just say casually."

Elena didn't say a word, just looked at him.

Eric frowned, "No."

Elena still didn't speak, and stared at him quite persistently.

Eric didn't give in. "I can't accept it, Elena. Impossible is impossible."

Elena didn't move.

After a long silence, Eric finally sighed.

"Okay," he asked, "what do you want to do?"

In the end, Elena negotiated with Eric about the room for maneuver in this matter.

In fact, it is not really as inoperable as Eric said, at least for the residents of model housing, they also hope to find some educational opportunities for their children under stable jobs.

Elena submitted the plan to the model housing company, and after several layers of approval, it was handed over to the table of the relevant government department.

This time, the name of the Educational Architectural Planning Department was Elena, and she also used some of her contacts in the approval process.

The results came down quickly - obviously, through.

But the government will not participate in the funding, meaning Model Housing will have to find its own funding.

As the proposer and matchmaker of this plan, Elena also contacted some rich and famous upper-level people to match the funds for the model housing company.

She also invested this design fee and the previous design fee into this education plan. The money will be used to hire teachers for these children in the future, buy tables and chairs, and so on.

As the building materials were slowly transported into the site vacated by the government, Eileen took her hands out to continue perfecting other entrusted plans.

Her previous factory design received some praise from the industry after it was completed, earning her another medal.

And as her buildings continue to cause controversy in the architectural world, the discussions surrounding this style are becoming more and more sharp, while the controversies focusing on her female identity are becoming less and less.

Those who criticize her female identity still use the same rhetoric, but more people defend Elena, accusing these people of being short-sighted, dull, and conservative.

More and more people began to pay attention to this kind of simple architecture, which was completely opposite to the early and mid-Victorian period.

"Miss Molson's contribution is far greater than that of a guy like you who can only open his mouth and shout 'women can't be architects'!" These supporters said, and then they seemed to have learned something from Elena. thing.

Those old-fashioned architects who gave speeches in public and declared that these buildings of Elena were "immoral and contrary to the old rules" were all covered with sacks and beaten with black noses and swollen faces.

It's a pity that these supporters were quite flexible in their hands and feet, and some people deliberately assisted them, but they didn't leave any traces.

And more people who live in the uniform housing designed by Elena and other housing companies are undoubtedly also Elena's supporters.

Some people even called it "a completely different architectural school that coexists with the current architecture", and more designers began to try this style that focuses on internal logic and user experience rather than external decoration, which has become an architectural style. A unique trend.

And because Elena's reputation is getting higher and higher, more girls learn about her from newspapers, her achievements, her unique style, and what she said.

Elena didn't feel much, she was still immersed in work, unable to extricate herself.

Now the commissions are basically chosen by her at will, but considering the energy problem, she declined some jobs and turned to find some larger or more difficult design jobs.

To Elena's surprise, she received an invitation from an architecture school.

It is an architecture school located in the suburbs of London, which has been established for some years. I hope she will find time to give a speech.

In the letter, the person in charge vaguely issued a unique invitation.

I hope she will become an external teacher of the School of Architecture, and occasionally give a few lessons to the students of the Architecture Department. It would be best for Eric to come too. His exquisite structural design is also brilliant to an extreme state.

The person in charge of the School of Architecture is obviously not that kind of layman. He keenly understands that the success of these buildings is the result of the joint efforts of two people, not Elena who is in charge of everything as the spectators think.

It's just that Elena's female identity will naturally cause controversy, and Eric is not willing to show too much in front of the public. As the deputy, Eric seems to be a bit lacking in fame.

If you want him to say, both of them are geniuses, damn it, why are two geniuses piled up in a small office?

Give him one too!

Elena couldn't hear the voice of the person in charge, so she didn't answer for a while.

She was going to discuss it with Eric to see if she could work out of it and trade this speech for something else.

For example...

Several of the girls in her firm are also of college age.

Among the many commissions, Elena and Eric selected a design job for an opera house after discussing a few days ago.

However, the completed commission for another library disappeared after submission, and there was no reply.

Elena didn't have time to ask specific things, but little Brutt had already inquired about the news.

"The chamber of commerce that presided over the construction went bankrupt," he said a little disappointed. "Maybe the design fee will not come back."

This is also normal.

"It's okay," Elena reassured him, "At least we need half of it as a deposit when handing over the map."

"But I'm afraid this building can't be built, Miss Molson," Little Brut tried to calm his emotions, but there was still a bit of grievance in his words, "Maybe it will stay on paper forever..."

This is the first time he has led a team to design the supporting landscape around the building, and now he has no chance to do it first, which makes him a little sad.

"You've got to get used to this, little Brut," Elena replied.

She looked out the window at the foggy weather, "It doesn't matter if it stays on paper, or it's made out...Things are always not perfect, and it might be better to leave it on paper than to make it out."

Little Brut sighed.

"Okay," he changed the subject, "how long is our vacation?"

Speaking of this, Elena glanced at him with a smile.

"Why," she asked, "what did you reveal to them in private again?"

Little Brutt scratched his head, "No...you didn't give me the exact time, how dare I tell them my guess."

He said a little embarrassedly, "But Mr. Holmes came to ask once."

Elena looked at him unexpectedly, "I thought he would ask me directly?"

"Yes, so here I am," said a voice behind her.

Holmes, who also ended his busy period, stood not far behind her.

He seemed to have carefully taken care of himself before coming here, with neat and formal clothes, and a tall and charming figure.

"So, it seems that I got a chance to ask in person," he said with a slight smile, "Miss Molson, can you have dinner with me today?"

The earl, who came to see his daughter temporarily, heard these words almost as soon as he opened the door.

"No!" he roared angrily.

The author has something to say: irrelevant to the text Small theater:

The earl sees himself: the dragon roars.jpg, I am super fierce.jpg

Earl in the eyes of others: Aww~

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