Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena responded flatly.

"Let's go then," she said, "I just happen to have two commissions..."

It's not bad to save the time to go to the restaurant while Sherlock is away.

Sherlock looked at her again.

"I'm going for a long time this time," he added, emphasizing the word "long time."

Elena, who didn't understand his subtext at all, nodded seriously.

"How long?" she asked. "Two years? Three years?"

If this is the case, maybe she can accept some design commissions from abroad?

The most advanced firm in Paris in the use of concrete recently invited her to co-design some buildings... Maybe she can take Eric to see what Paris looks like now.

I heard that it will be a little more avant-garde than Great Britain.

She clearly remembered that well-known post-impressionist painters such as Van Gogh and Gauguin were still alive, as well as Monet, who was still very famous. His painting "Rouen Cathedral" was a painting that Elena liked very much.

If it is now, maybe you can go to see it in person and have a few words with Monet in person?

After all, although she thinks that her paintings are mainly for architectural design, she can’t bear the fact that Monet’s paintings are really beautiful... When she was in school, her favorite watercolors were Monet’s paintings, the kind of meticulous light and shadow capture It was a very strong shock to Elena.

And Le Corbusier, the modernist master she admired, should have been born almost as well.

Although I couldn't meet him, the architect August Berry who pointed him out sent Eric a letter a few days ago, inviting him and Elena to visit his newly built building.

There is also Hoffman, who is famous for his "square design", not to mention that some of his design styles and design concepts are quite compatible with Elena's current ideas.

For this era, how could Elena miss the opportunity to communicate with such a design master with advanced ideas?

That is absolutely impossible.

Elena thought about it.

Maybe so, three years is not enough?

"Probably less than a year," Sherlock laughed.

"Oh, well," Elena said regretfully, "then you go and come back early."

Sherlock almost saw through Elena's thoughts at a glance, and he rubbed her hair helplessly.

"While I'm away," he said, "you can go to Mycroft if you have something to do, don't support it by yourself... This time the matter is very important, and I'm not sure when I will be back. If I can contact you, here I will look for opportunities when necessary, don't worry..."

The woody aroma surrounded Elena, and the evening wind blew, slightly blowing Elena's hair, she stretched out her hand to pull down the hair that was floating around, nodded and remembered these words.

"Will it be dangerous?" She approached Sherlock's arms.

"Not a little, I'm afraid," replied Sherlock, "but it doesn't matter. Nothing is invincible."

"Then, if life is in danger—"

Originally, she wanted to ask if she could not go, but after thinking about it, Eileen guessed that she would never be willing to give up this kind of job opportunity, so she had to swallow the dissuasion on her lips.

"If your life is in danger," Elena finally said after deliberating, "then you must be careful."

Sherlock nodded, "I will."

These words made Elena feel relieved.

"That's fine," Elena held his hand and stood up, "Let's go back."

As the sky gradually darkened, the two held hands and continued to walk back.

"Sherlock," Elena said in a low voice after walking for a while, "you have to promise me one thing."

Sherlock looked at her suspiciously.

"Of course," he asked, "what's the matter?"

Under the streetlight, Elena grabbed his broad and well-knit hand, placed it in her palm, and drew a neat straight line and a circle with her fingertips on it.

By the way, she gently rubbed his palm with the calluses left by holding the pen all the year round.

Sherlock was so touched that she wanted to laugh, looked at Elena's side face, and couldn't help but use his other hand to slowly part the hair that hung behind her ear.

His fingertips slid across Elena's side face, itching, with a hint of warmth.

Elena glared at him.

"I heard that other lovers talk about love, and when they are dating, they will lie on the grass and look at the stars," she tried to bring the topic back, "I want what other people have. You have to remember, you still have owe me a date."

Sherlock looked at her, and his unique sharp eyes that almost pierced people's hearts also settled with the emotion, becoming gentle and soft.

"Okay," he replied, "let's go home."

Elena nodded.

"You have to remember," she repeated again, "you must remember to come back alive."

"Good," replied Sherlock again.

"Before I met you, I have never spent so much time on other things." After walking for a while, Elena stroked her hair and said with a little whimsy, "If you don't come back , then I will receive your urn at that time, and I will directly change my wedding dress to marry a job, what do you think?"

"It's pretty good too," Sherlock said with a smile, "Then it seems that I have to work hard."

Elena shrugged.

"I also plan to travel around the world," she said, "every architect has his own pilgrimage, he has to see every place, every country, and experience the unique culture of each region - I am waiting for you return."

When you finish this case, make time to go with me.

"Good," replied Sherlock.

The two were one high and one low, and their shadows were slowly stretched under the street lamps, and then melted into the candlelight of thousands of households.

On the third day after the incident, Elena woke up early.

The road roller outside the window didn't know why it was working so early, the noise made her head hurt.

Anyway, she couldn't fall asleep, so Elena simply got up, washed up, and went downstairs to eat.

She woke up very early today, even Watson and Holmes were not awake yet.

After going downstairs to warm up two slices of bread, Elena got into the carriage holding the bag.

As it was still early in the day, a pale mist shrouded London, the "fog capital", making it difficult for people to see their surroundings.

When she was about to arrive at the office, Elena raised the curtain and found someone standing at the door vaguely, but she couldn't see her face clearly because of the thick fog.

After gradually approaching, Elena realized that it was Reynolds whom she hadn't seen for a few days.

It seemed that she hadn't slept for several nights, her pale face had a sickly blush, and dark bags appeared under her originally charming and affectionate blue eyes, making her look extremely haggard.

"Reynolds?" Elena called, "Why are you here?"

She frowned, "Why don't you go to class and stay at the door of my office?"

"I'm sorry, teacher," Reynolds said choked up when he saw her, "I shouldn't have kept it from you, I was wrong."

She is obviously two years older than the current Elena, but she looks like a lost child.

Elena sighed.

"It's okay," she reached out and patted Reynolds' shoulder, "Come in first."

"Teacher," Reynolds grabbed her hand, as if grabbing the last straw, "Suge and Lalou have been arrested."

She uttered this sentence almost guiltily, "I... Lalu is my brother."

Elena nodded.

She first opened the door of the office with a key, opened the doors and windows to ventilate and diffuse the smell, then lit the fireplace, and pushed Reynolds down on the soft chair that some designer used to stay up late.

"Go to bed first, I feel like you haven't slept all night," Elena sat next to her, took out another blanket from the closet, and covered Reynolds, "Su Ge and Lalu were arrested I already know about it."

"Will it affect the construction of the opera house?" Reynolds asked a little nervously.

She held the skirt tightly with her hands, and almost scratched a few marks, "It would be fine if I was the one who killed..."

Elena shook her head.

"The only thing that will affect the construction of the opera house is the lack of capital chain," she said, "but after the commission was established, Laloux transferred it to a separate account and used it as project funds, which will not affect it."

What's more, even if the queen or the prime minister is here, her project payment cannot be deducted!

The opera house could be sold to someone else for another use after it was built, but that's for later.

"That's good, that's good," Renault exhaled, relaxing a little.

Seeing that Elena showed no signs of anger, she asked cautiously, "I have an unkind request. Can you promise me?"

Elena leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

"That depends on what your request is," she said flatly.

"I would like to ask you to ask Mr. Holmes to be the defender of Lalu and Su Ge..." Reynolds said hesitantly, "or, recommend me some lawyers. You know, after the current situation is fermented, most law firms are unwilling to accept it. My commission."

Elena shook her head.

"If it's Sherlock, it's not that I won't help you, Reynolds," she said. "I asked him to take part in the case after you were arrested. It's because you're my student. Just as he didn't I will try not to interfere with his work as much as I would interfere with my work in personal matters. If you intend to entrust Holmes as an advocate, you can go to him in person."

After a pause, she continued, "As for the lawyer, I'll ask Mr. McFarlane for you later. He should have some recommendations."

Reynolds nodded, knowing that Elena was telling the truth.

"I will, thank you teacher," she replied, standing up in a daze, "I'm going to—"

"If I were you," Little Brut's voice stabbed sharply from the door, "I would never have the face to appear here again, Reynolds. Do you know that now because of you, Miss Molson is being slandered What has become of it?"

His sarcastic words almost made Reynolds unable to stand still, she barely stretched out her hand and supported the wall.

"I'm really sorry," Reynolds replied in shame. "I will clarify with them. This matter has nothing to do with Miss Molson. I will go and talk about it."

Seeing her reaction, Little Brut walked in through the door angrily.

"Clarification, how to clarify? If an apology is useful, then the whole world doesn't need police detectives," he said restraining his anger, "When you did these things in the first place, why didn't you consider us? Even if it was a little relief? "

"Okay, anyway, I'm used to those media, and it doesn't hurt to be said a few words," Elena said calmly, "Why did you come so early today?"

Little Brutt has always been a person on the verge of being late. He is almost the living clock of the office. Every time he arrives at the office, the time is 59:59:[-]. He has never been more or less, pressing the line To go to work, it is really rare to arrive early like today.

Little Brut put down the pile of documents in his hand.

"Because Mr. Laloux was arrested, our construction was suspended," said Brut Jr., "This incident was exposed by the media. Some people spread rumors that you accepted Renault as a student for this reason, and now there are people outside the opera house. It's people."

He was referring to the fact that Elena agreed to accept Reynolds as a student because Lalou's Opera House was entrusted to Elena to design.

Eileen has never paid much attention to these rumors.

She waved her hand, "Let's go as they say. According to the reports in the newspaper, my father has three illegitimate children, and they will fight with each other for my favor. I'm more interested in what punishment Lalou will be sentenced to." interest."

Then he glanced at Reynolds who suddenly became nervous, and patted her hand reassuringly.

"Probably a sentence of life imprisonment," Brutt Jr. guessed, "or eight years of imprisonment. I don't think it's good either way."

He complained, "What's more, it's not something you don't care about now-do you remember that the opera house applied for the rating of the awards? Now even some preparatory jury candidates came to me and asked me if it was true gone."

Elena shrugged.

"I don't care about that," she stretched out her hand to pin her hair. "As long as my building is qualified, will they cancel my award because of these rumors? What do you think, Reynolds?"

Renault nodded affirmatively.

"But this time, Mr. White temporarily resigned from his job as a judge because of an emergency," Brutt Jr. glared at Reynolds, and said hastily, "And among the current judges, several of them are advocating the use of architects as individuals. character is added to the judging—they consider morality to be as important as the design and construction of buildings."

Seeing that Elena didn't react, he gently reminded her, "Especially marital ethics."

Elena froze for a moment.

"Are they joking?" She couldn't help raising her voice, "Does it matter whether I get married or not? Just kidding, according to this standard, is a saint a good architect? I'd rather not get married, I will never compromise!"

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