My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

After talking about feelings, let's talk about business, and after talking about business, let's talk about feelings.

"I have a serious question for you." Adlia sat up straight and looked at him. "Have you told your aunt about the proposal and engagement?"

"I sent an invitation to Mrs. Hudson before I left." Thinking of that scene, Sherlock showed an indescribable expression.

Adelia also became nervous: "What's wrong?"

"I invited her to attend the engagement ceremony in Kent. She asked me if I was going to abandon you without reading the invitation. She was very angry." He was a little helpless, "Then I told her it was you, I Haven't proposed yet, but I've already prepared the ceremony—she almost threw my chinensis on my head."

Thinking of that scene, Adelia couldn't be happier. You deserve it. "

But after a while she regained her strength: "Wait, how does Auntie know that you and I...?"

"Ah," Sherlock's eyes drifted, "Before Watson moved in, I moved my things to your room and let Watson live in my original room."

The two looked at each other and fell silent strangely.

Adelia: "I think you're a little out of line."

"Yes, indeed," Sherlock said self-destructively, "I can't let him live in your room, girl, not to mention I thought you were dead, I got all the inheritance, and I even helped you fake it and send it to Hurd Mrs. Mori's letter."

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She wanted to apologize, but couldn't.

He doesn't need an apology.

She lowered her eyes and restrained all her thoughts.

After Milverton's death, Joanna also came back, and Adelia asked her to talk about the previous problems again. Joanna almost swore to God that she would never do anything private about the seller's house, but this is not Adelia. Leah's purpose.

She is not a law enforcement officer, and she has no interest in judging others. She just needs to know that the other party will not violate the morality of being a doctor.

Although she was about to get engaged and agreed to the proposal, Adlia still didn't feel any real sense of engagement.The diamond ring affected her work a bit, so she could only take it off and hang it around her neck. Fortunately, Mr. Detective also fully understands, after all, he must not be immune to such a situation.

Living in a hotel is somewhat far from the clinic, Ossella lets Sherlock live in her study. During the day, Sherlock either goes to the clinic to help, or goes to the Grange Manor to prepare for the engagement.

After all, it was not a marriage, and the ceremony was not so grand. The main thing was to determine the number of visitors, the clothes of both men and women, and the layout of the scene, all of which were generously arranged by Sir Brackenstadt.

Four or five days before the engagement, the guests from London came one after another. The first one was Mrs. Hudson. Adlia wanted to put her next to the clinic, but Mrs. Hudson insisted on taking part in the process. For matters related to the engagement wedding, she lived in the Grange Manor.Then Watson and Mary came.Smith came too.Next came Stilton—his younger brother Samuel, still working as an insider with Moriarty, was naturally unable to attend.Inspector Brad and Lestrade came together.

Adelia just stopped her work for a while and handed over the operation to Ossella and Joanna, as well as Roy, who is new to the job, but she still spends three hours in the outpatient clinic every day, and the rest of the time will go to Grange The estate entertains guests.

"Congratulations," Smith glanced up and down at his friend, "didn't think you were still alive, is it true that suspended animation is a classic episode of "Detective Sherlock Holmes"?"

"It's a last resort," Adelia sighed. "To be honest, I don't have any real feelings about the engagement."

"Indeed, you don't see any bridal expectation," Smith said, and he didn't feel much at all, and the joy brought by his friend's resurrection lasted only a few minutes, "but the dress that Sir Grange made for you is still there." Yes, I also went to communicate with the designer."

"My lord's name is Brackenstor." Adelia was a little helpless. "I tried it, but I couldn't fit in the dress. They wanted to give me a waistband or something, but I refused, and I also refused the high heels. Well, the designer made me my enemy after that and reluctantly changed the size, but I haven't seen the dress since then."

Smith said: "Yes, your waistline does spoil the beauty of the dress a bit."

Adelia wanted to punch someone: "I thought designers were serving customers, not to mention I'm skinny enough sir."

"I serve for the sake of beauty," he said calmly, "You really can't meet the standard of a model in my mind, but it's okay."

Adelia: ...

The two chatted meaninglessly for a while, and Smith asked again: "When do you plan to get married?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, I don't even know when I'm going back to London," Adelia leaned back lazily in her chair, "I haven't thought about the future—I know it's bad, but I don't want to think about anything .”

"It's your style." Smith was silent for a while, "Why should I do this kind of work like pre-marital counseling?"

"It's not entirely because of marriage. I'm used to living a life that takes one step at a time. I don't want to look far, and I don't want to think down." Adelia pressed her fingers together, not noticing that this was a Sherlockian gesture, "I just If you want to do a good job at the moment, every outpatient clinic, every operation, wherever you go, as for marriage - when it arrives, it will arrive."

Smith looked at her thoughtfully: "This is also an attitude towards life, but I would like to ask, will you dance women's steps at the upcoming engagement party?"

He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

It's Sherlock.

"You are indeed here." Sherlock was still wearing a three-piece suit, he looked a little sullen, he didn't know where to get out, "you are lazy by yourself."

Smith looked at the two, picked up his hat and left without looking back, giving the unmarried couple their private space.

"You don't look very happy," said Sherlock.

Adelia raised her eyes: "You look the same."

The two looked at each other for a while, not knowing who laughed first, but they both laughed.

Sherlock closed the door, walking lightly like a big hunting cat, and sat down on the armrest of Adlia's sofa after a few steps: "I'm a little annoyed by the complicated rituals - I've tried my best to keep these affairs separated from you, but why are you worried?"

Adelia looked up at him. After all, she couldn't express the anxiety that seemed like smoke, but just smiled: "I was thinking, I can't walk, so it's too late to study now."

Sherlock saw that she was hiding something, so he was not in a hurry to ask, and took her hand into his palm: "It's a bit rushed, but I still have time to find a blacksmith to order a pair of iron boots."

"I suddenly feel that you are also a good choice for women's dance." She lowered her eyes and looked at the intertwined fingers of the two.

But Sherlock talked about him left and right, and changed the subject: "Just now Mrs. Hudson asked me when I plan to get married."

"Huh?" She curled her fingertips slightly.

"I should have given you time, shouldn't I?" he asked patiently. "You're not ready yet."

Adelia suddenly remembered what she said to Brenda in Cornish Peninsula: "I...I have always lacked illusions about love and marriage, and I also lack any yearning for the future, lack of some kind of... ...um, impulsive?"

"I intuitively feel that love or marriage needs some impulsiveness. I almost instinctively agreed with you when you confessed to me. I don't know if it is impulsive, and I don't know that after that impulsiveness fades, you and I Whether it is love between them, and whether it is suitable for marriage."

Adlia smiled shortly: "I don't mean to run away from marriage, Sherlock, I just need a little time, I have to adapt to the new role, for example, I have to start dancing girl steps."

She somewhat despised herself for being erratic and not like herself, and felt more and more that she was being dragged down by the heavy feeling that hadn't been disturbed for a long time.She didn't want to reveal it, but couldn't help it.

She didn't notice the receptive but thoughtful look on the detective's face.

He jumped off the sofa, reached out and pulled her up, and pulled her into his arms.

"Anyway, I want to be lazy, why don't I dance with you," Sherlock held her waist, "it's not difficult—if you can't, just step on my feet, and these leather shoes are barely durable."

Adelia was still immersed in chaotic thoughts, and was suddenly pulled. Before her thoughts could catch up, she had already fallen into his arms, and the hem of her skirt was about to fly up.She frantically tried to keep up with his pace, but always stepped on his foot while spinning.

There is no music, but there seems to be a silent waltz in my ears.

"It's a good thing I'm not wearing high heels." Adelia said helplessly and embarrassingly when she stepped on him again.

"Yes, I am also very grateful for this," Sherlock supported her waist, "but what I am more worried about is that my fiancée is too light, seems too weak, and is soft on the back of my feet."

"What about your logician's habit?" She raised her eyebrows, obviously slowly regaining some positive emotions in such activities, "don't come to me to bandage your toes tonight."

She was a little dizzy during the spin, as if she couldn't help following his steps, and easily understood every short prompt from him: she should advance, she should retreat, and she should give the weight of her whole body to him.

Watching the glacier melt between her brows and the sloth stripped from her smile, Sherlock finished their dance with a final roundabout.

Both of them were a little enthusiastic, obviously they didn't say anything important, but they seemed to have said everything.

"I had a dream." Even though they had known each other for not too long, and it wasn't too long since they reunited, she was already the subject he was most familiar with. Wonderful induction, "I dreamed that you asked me to play all night, like a girl in red shoes, not allowed to stop."

"Then your strings might burst into sparks." She whispered.

"Even so, I agree," Sherlock reached out and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Now, say you love me."

The author says:

I looked at the nutrient solution 4000 and added a change.In fact, I don’t really know what this is useful for, but I am very grateful to everyone for expressing their love for this article through it. I am quite surprised. There are only 4000 collections in total, and there are quite a lot of nutrient solutions. This article is about to end, and you can vote for it Other favorite texts ha!

Then, thank you all for coming to eat the rice I cooked!Let’s see if I can finish it in one go tonight and post it tomorrow, it should be almost done, and try not to let everyone save old articles until the New Year (laughs.

When the pit was opened, the goal was to collect 8000 and break the record. After writing a few chapters, the goal was 5000. A month ago, the goal was 5000, but now [-] has not arrived (wiping sweat. The whole month is very good for me. It is hard to bear, it takes the most time, but seeing the comments and clicks gradually decrease, and even the favorites have experienced negative growth, I have been wondering where I have written, and there are about N times in the middle of wanting to give up. I am not satisfied with anything. Before each chapter is published, I have to edit it in word and in the draft box before [-]:[-] in the morning. I have to spend time on the mobile phone to edit it again. The more I change it, the more irritable I feel. .I can only browse Weibo every day and look at everyone's comments to find some comfort.

In fact, I was full of enthusiasm when I started the pit, but I will always be affected by these numbers when I write it. This disease seems to get worse every time I write a book (it may also be the reason why the data of one book is worse than the other).But finally it's time to come to the end, let's say I'm worthy of everyone and myself.

The pre-acquisition of Shenxia, ​​which was opened, is a bit tangled now. I don’t know if I will write it again. I feel that Shenxia is also very cold. In order to avoid the collapse of my mentality, let’s put it first orz.

I have never dared to write the original story before. I feel that using the name Sherlock seems to have broken my childhood filter. How should I put it, the bigger the person is, the bigger the brain is in love (no). At the beginning, I only dared to be Plato. Reckless.Or maybe as I grew up, in my heart, Lao Fu slowly stepped down from the altar and became a person, and realized his respect and compassion for women of that era, (plus my own love brain ), I can't help but imagine the collision between people like Lao Fu and love.Various motivations led me to complete about 70 words and create two different characters.But it should be here!It can be regarded as a souvenir for his idol - although he may not like it...

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