Mary's Nineteenth Century

The hot air balloon lifts off slowly.

On December 12, the weather was fine.

On the penultimate day of 1869, a rare globe appeared over the calm Atlantic Ocean.

The height is not cold.

In the early morning of winter, the body feeling is particularly profound when flying with the wind.Even though she was wearing sheepskin gloves, she could feel her hands turning red from the cold.

One hand made a big hanging basket, carrying two hungry and tired people, but they were strangely full of energy.

Standing in the hanging basket, the person witnessed that the shriveled and crumpled piece of cloth was gradually filled with hot air and inflated into a super-large balloon.Such a second-hand artificial creation also dared to fight against the gravity of the earth, and even won and flew into the sky.

"Stay away from the ground without any protective measures, people float in the air, and my heart hangs up uncontrollably. It jumps so fast, it's a magical feeling, and I can experience it too The body's instinctive reaction."

Relying on her ability to operate a hot-air balloon, Mary felt at ease and completely ignored the flying matters.With nothing to worry about, she just went with the flow and enjoyed the scenery of taking off and crossing the Atlantic Ocean.

God, there is no cloud in the sky.

The sea is full of blue waves.

The wind in the ear, with the smell of the end of the year.

It is the biting coldness unique to the cold wind at the end of the year, but there is also a hint of joy to welcome the approaching New Year.

Mary took a deep breath, communicating silently with the air at 700 meters in the air.

"Sure enough, the free wind in the air is different from the smell mixed with the dirt of the carriage on the ground. It is clean and pure. Looking around, there are only two living creatures between the blue sky and the blue sea, which is a bit..."

"This is really good!"

Mycroft directly interrupted the next words, glaring at someone leisurely.

This guy still has the face to say that the heartbeat is a bit fast because of instinctive nervousness, does he seem to be panicking at high altitude?

He is obviously enjoying the thrill of stimulation, but he is about to say something that should not be said because of being too relaxed, such as there are only two living creatures in the world, which is a bit lonely.

No, not lonely at all.

The sea and the sky are the same color, and there are only two living creatures in the sky and the earth that are very good.

At this moment, I don't feel the insignificance of life at all, and I don't feel the loneliness of the vastness of the world. Instead, I have to say that I am very lucky.

Mycroft thanked the winter solitude, and the seabirds migrated south early for the winter, so that the hot air balloons would not encounter high-altitude killers.Wouldn't it be nice if a hot air balloon couldn't be pecked by birds of prey?

"You are right, very right!"

Mary retracted her wandering thoughts in time.Even if you don't think you have the power of a crow's mouth, you still have to be cautious, and you can't fall into the absurd ending of successfully escaping from Heisha Island but making birds besiege.

For the next six hours, the atmosphere on the gondola of the hot air balloon was highly harmonious.

Mary made no wild remarks.In his favorite quiet environment, Mycroft pushed the driving skills he had only learned once to the extreme.

The hot air balloon followed the sea breeze and flew towards the east coast of the United States very smoothly.

Noon, 13:33.

Finally, the sight of the two of them was no longer boundless blue, and there were docks, boats, and rows of houses in the distance.

"Madame Roman, you are my Tyche. Just like the goddess of luck, Tyche, with your presence there is hope of escape."

Mary didn't hesitate to praise, anyway, sweet words cost nothing.To put it bluntly, maybe I will ask for a quick way to fly a hot air balloon in the future.

However, the scenery ahead was slightly different from what was expected.

This is not like the small town of Salem, the bustling and busy port is more like a big city.

"It looks like you sent us straight back to Boston."

Mary felt more satisfied. After several days of high-intensity island treks and hard work, returning to her new home in Boston was definitely more comfortable than staying in a hotel.

"Now just look for a landing on a flat land with few people. I believe it will not trouble you. You can predict the headlines in the evening paper, and you will definitely occupy a place."

The hot air balloon landing in the small town of Salem and flying over Boston are two completely different kinds of news.

As the New Year falls, Witch Town is relatively deserted.

Even if there are foreign objects falling from the sky, the number of onlookers cannot be compared with that of Boston, one of the most lively cities in the United States.

Mycroft's hands on the control rope froze. He never needed the heat of being at the top of the news list.

After today, Mrs. Roman's name will eventually spread throughout the United States.Although it can be used properly to create a miraculous effect of concealing one's true identity under the lights, it completely runs counter to the low-key life he longs for.

"Judging from your tone, it seems very pleasant."

Mycroft turned his head slowly, looking at someone who was not opening which pot was carrying which pot. "Are you looking forward to landing in Boston?"

Mary nodded her head as a matter of course, "It must be a pleasure to go home and sleep directly after escaping death. Are you unhappy? With superb driving skills, let us experience a smooth high-altitude flight, and victory is just ahead.

If I had to nitpick, it's that your perfect piloting made the flight too smooth.It is more than enough to enjoy the scenery gracefully and safely, but it is inevitable that the pursuit of high-altitude heart-pounding stimulation is not enough. "

Ninety percent of this is a compliment.

For normal people who have nothing to do to find excitement in mid-air, stability is the best, otherwise it is no different from courting death.

"I see."

Mycroft caught the point keenly. As expected of Mr. Minton, it was very special.

Thinking back on the flight all the way, this guy almost blurted out at first that the sky was empty and there were no birds to play with, it was lonely, and then he thought landing in Boston was more in line with his wishes.

Finally, don't think he can't hear the truth. Normal people don't want to be stimulated in mid-air, but Mr. Minton may have spoken the truth.

More than safety, not enough stimulation.

Mycroft took those words to heart.Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the coast of Boston, a sparsely populated beach was selected to prepare for landing.

When the hot air balloon began to descend, he suddenly said, "Mr. Minton, you said that I was your goddess of luck, but please let me correct me. Although Tyche is often used to refer to luck nowadays, Tyche is originally the goddess of fortune." , she likes to choose good luck or evil to deliver to human beings at random. Whether to give luck or bad luck depends on the mood of the moment."

What does this mean?

The next moment, the hot air balloon, which had been flying steadily, fell suddenly, heading straight to the ground at a speed far exceeding its steady descent.

Caught off guard, Mary suddenly lost weight and fell, and immediately grabbed the hanging basket to barely stabilize her body.I only felt the gust of wind blowing against my face, and my hair was blown into a mess.

Ears are full of whistling wind.Looking sideways, he was unexpectedly greeted with an extremely pleasant smile.

The corners of Mycroft's mouth curled up in a smile that was rarely seen at the moment.

"Now, do you think it's exciting enough? I'll try my best to satisfy you what you want, are you satisfied?"

Crazy, absolutely crazy.

This kind of lunatic way of accelerating the descent completely violates the rules for the safe use of hot air balloons, and if you are not careful, it will cause a tragedy of hitting the ground.

Mary was stunned for a few seconds, seeing that the distance between the hot air balloon and the ground was shortening rapidly, even though she was inevitably a little dizzy.She looked down, and then at the people around her.

——It's unbelievable that this crazy move was actually made by Mrs. Roman!

However, Mary quickly responded with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Mrs. Roman, you really surprised me. You gave it to me, and I like it very much. With all due respect, this kind of madness makes me appreciate you even more."

Is it liking or admiration?

Mycroft couldn't help feeling regretful when he heard the words, this was not the answer he was most looking forward to.A rare prank, but far from scary.

If you really want to imagine what kind of reasonable reaction Mr. Minton can give, it is impossible to panic to the point of crying and hugging him for comfort.

that scene...

Mycroft shook his head violently, trying to clear the strange imaginary from his mind, the scene was simply too absurd.

Sure enough, you should be cautious about pranks, and you must not deceive yourself. It is better to land normally.

The landing speed of the hot air balloon was quickly controlled, and gradually returned to a safe range at a sufficient height.

I saw it slowly fall to the ground, and finally it turned back into a shriveled cloth.

The two stepped out of the basket one after the other, hurriedly put away the hot air balloon, and left the landing site as quickly as possible.

You must run fast and leave behind all the onlookers who have heard the news.

Even if someone must have seen the appearance of the hot air balloon pilots and even recognized their identities during the fall, interviewing after the event is completely different from besieging them on the spot.

Before three o'clock in the afternoon, the two returned to the Back Bay area smoothly.

It has only been more than 20 days since the last visit.

Mycroft stepped into the Minton house again, but the interior layout of the house was completely new, and a unique oil painting of figures was hung.

It is a profile portrait of a middle-aged man.The background is unknown, like in a sunny manor.His hair was half white, his eyebrows were kind, and he was dressed like an old-fashioned British gentleman, and he was leaning on a cane.

The reason why I think the portraits are very characteristic is that at a glance, the warmth and warmth between the painter and the painter can be seen vividly on the paper.It is between the corners of the eyes and the hair on the temples, and it is also among the fragrance of birds and flowers.

It is a little surprising that the signature of the painting is actually "MM", and the handwriting of the double M matches that of Mr. Minton.

Mycroft was slightly surprised, and guessed that the person in the painting and Mr. Minton were probably father and son.

It is not surprising that a person gets along well with his father, but the strange thing is that Mr. Minton's painting style is completely opposite to his own personality.

"what happened?"

Mary met a pair of surprised eyes, couldn't she have a warm and affectionate style of painting?

Is someone suffering from intermittent amnesia?

Whoever accelerated the landing an hour ago deliberately, the way of deliberately creating a roller coaster is also very different from Mrs. Roman's style.

People have another side.

No, strictly speaking, people have many facets.

"It's nothing."

Mycroft quickly restrained his emotions, "I just want to praise you, your paintings are lifelike, quite in the style of contemporary Da Vinci."

Mary smiled, but she was very self-aware.It's hard to say about other aspects, but it is far behind Da Vinci in the art of painting. "Thank you for the compliment, but I just want to be Minton, not Da Vinci."

Indeed, Da Vinci is too far away, separated by more than 300 years.

Mycroft thought of the past few hours.

The person who dares to sit in the hot air balloon he drives with only a [-]% certainty will not be the polymath Leonardo da Vinci who is far away, but Mr. Minton who is right in front of him and has a double appearance.

In a way, Mrs. Roman and Mr. Minton were close friends.

They should have a unique meaning to each other, which is much more important than Da Vinci, who can only be understood in books.

At this moment of relaxation, Mary didn't bother to think too much, and only asked by the way to comply with the needs of her stomach. "It's tea time later, would you like some chocolate cake?"

"Okay! After a thrilling and hard work, I have a date with Sweets. This proposal is so touching that I want to cry."

Mycroft swallowed the truth, "No, just give me a sandwich. Thank you."

Mary didn't intend to test it at first, but who would have thought that after a series of incidents such as going to sea and sky, she would continue to insist on Madam Roman's preference not to eat sweets.

This is really 'not changing your original intention', of course she wants to help the other party. "Well, it's all about your preference, and the sandwich is very good."

Not much to say, each went to the room to wash off the dust.

'Click', close the door.

Mycroft finally frowned slightly, and couldn't help touching his extremely flat stomach.

After coming to the United States and running around, he lost at least ten catties.When we return to London to see Sherlock again, will my dear brother deduce what he has experienced?

If life can really be based on his preferences, he doesn't care about his figure at all, he only wants sweets.

It's a pity that the indulgence and madness of accelerating the landing of a hot air balloon is a must for Mrs. Roman, and it can only appear during the dreamy hot air balloon flight.

When both feet are down-to-earth, some true feelings must be restrained.Humans are really weird, aren't they?