The Nineteenth Century Didn't Believe in Love[Comprehensive]

"Do you still want to stay here?"

"Don't worry, Sherlock, they won't doubt me anymore."

The exhausted premiere of "The Harlequin" finally came to an end, Carlotta looked at the big detective with a pensive expression and smiled: "Thank you 28 times, I suspect either my waist is broken or my head is broken." gone."

"so?"

"Sherlock, how about you carry me back?"

Carlota smiled weakly at Holmes, but repeated it again: "I don't want to move a finger now. Really, I don't want to move anywhere except my heart and mouth."

Holmes pursed his lips, looked at the soprano who was slumped on the chair and bent slightly: "Yes."

He doesn't mind carrying the weight of his lover, or if she's really heavy.Feeling the warm breath on his back, Holmes showed a small smile: "Are you regretting that you didn't agree to me at the first time, so now you can only show no regrets for your stubbornness at that time?"

Carlotta was taken into consideration all of a sudden, but he still snorted and said that he didn't think so at all.

"You can go back on what you say all you want in front of me, and I won't laugh at you. And I think we've known each other for so long that you don't have to be 'British' with me, Lotta."

"Who told you to call me Lotta?"

Carlotta felt that he couldn't even talk back, so he put his face on Holmes' back and hummed twice, acquiescing to the title: "Just send me home after you go back."

"Don't you need me to watch you fall asleep?"

"...No, I'm under too much pressure."

In the end, Carlotta fell asleep directly in the carriage, and when he got up the next day, he subconsciously smelled the smell of bread in the air, and when he appeared in the restaurant, he seemed to "smell the fragrance".

"Good morning Lotta."

"Good morning."

Carlotta sat in his usual seat like sleepwalking, stretched out his hand to open the milk bottle and poured two or three sips into his mouth before he could react, watching the big detective who was sitting leisurely reading a book almost spit out all the milk: " How did you come?"

"I didn't leave last night, Lotta."

Holmes was sitting at the dining table casually flipping through the books in his hands. He was only wearing a silk pajamas casually, and his hair was just done in a normal way. When he looked up at Carlotta, his eyes flashed After a glimmer of light: "I also changed the clothes for you."

"What did you say?"

"Sleeping on the carriage, almost unconscious, the coachman of the Viscount Shany's family almost took you directly to the hospital. I thought you had symptoms of cholera at the time, and I wanted to go directly to Calais to take you back to England, but found out... "

It's just an ordinary sleep, just a little too deadly.

Holmes couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Let me know in advance if you're so tired in the future."

"I'm just sleeping like a zombie, there's no need to do this..."

"In that case, I would be very concerned."

Holmes turned a page and sighed slightly: "I am very worried about you, Lotta."

"..."

Carlotta silently lowered his head and gnawed on the bread, expressing that he had listened: "I know, I'm sorry. But I think that in the future, the secret police should not come to me again. I will deal with the matter at hand and attend Nana and Raoul I will go back to England with you for my wedding."

"That would be really nice."

Seeing Carlotta chewing the bread with a bitter face, Holmes gave her a look of "understanding", and a slight "hum" along the way, which made Carlotta feel that she was about to die.

The premiere of "The Harlequin" was perfect. Although it didn't have 28 curtain calls like Puccini's, Carlotta repeated the curtain call [-] times.After the final outburst of emotion and repeated bows, Carlotta thought it was good that he was just tired.

At least I can wake up the next day, right?Puccini, the actress who had [-] curtain calls, reportedly didn't wake up the next day.

"Feeling sorry for this? If you want to experience the feeling of not being able to, there will be many opportunities in the future."

"Why so many times?"

Carlota looked blankly at the big detective who seemed to be putting all her attention on the book. She was not particularly flexible in the morning, and when she really came to her senses, she looked at the big detective with a more calm expression. I don't know if I should be angry or pretend I don't know.

But had the two of them gotten to the point where they could meet in pajamas?Carlota went back to the room and changed into home clothes, and after putting the milk bottle at the door, his face was full of deep thought.Are they progressing... slower for the French, or faster for the British?

"Miss Carlotta? Miss Carlotta?"

Cosette's doubtful and soft voice rang out from her ears. Looking at the girl who was waving her hands and still showing worry even though she was wearing a mask, Carlotta coughed and grabbed her hand: "I was thinking about something just now, what's wrong?"

"It's very dangerous if you go out without wearing a mask."

Cosette glanced back at the door of her own house, and then at the locked door of the apartment, feeling relieved that no one was watching: "The last two days scared me and my father."

"Two days ago?"

"Miss Carlota, you should know that although you have always been conservative and careful, some things can be avoided without being careful."

Although she has been in a missionary school, Cosette has grown a lot during this time, and the exchange of letters with Marius has also made her understand many things, including that her lover may not be very safe and will Danger to those around you.She didn't mind who Marius was, but what about the father?What about Miss Carlotta who has been paying attention to herself?

Cosette was determined to break up with Marius, but she was really desperate when she saw the secret police again. At that moment, she wanted to rush out and tell the secret police that everything was caused by her, but her father told the secret police that everything happened because of her. Stopped him, and he even said very seriously, "I withheld the letter you said you broke up with."

"why?"

"Because it's not your fault alone, my dear girl. You love him, I love you, and I don't want you to regret your impulsiveness."

Madeleine can't know better what the appearance of the secret police means, but the key is that when they haven't fully understood what these people with special professions are here to investigate, they must not show any signs: "It's not time for the trial yet. , Just wait and see what happens. That young man Marius is a good boy, I have no objection to your communication or even the discussion of the future, not to mention that Miss Carlotta is much calmer and more composed than you imagined. "

Although it was indeed a false alarm in the end, Cosette still felt guilty in her heart: "I am really very sorry, everything is my fault."

"Your? No, it's not yours. It's mine."

Carlotta smiled directly at the girl's guilty expression: "My former coachman was... Well, you know, he is the source of this, and has nothing to do with you and Marius."

"God..."

"So it's not your fault, you can continue with your lover and talk about marriage."

Carlotta's smile narrowed, and at the same time he reached out and scratched the girl's creaking hole: "Are you very happy?"

"Miss Carlotta, don't be so joking."

"Well, I wouldn't joke like that."

"Then Miss Carlotta, will you go to England with that Mr. Holmes when you get married?"

Cosette blinked her big eyes, and shot back in an instant, with a trace of intentional heartbreak in her voice: "Then leave beautiful Paris and lovely Cosette, right?"

"Cosette, what romance novels have you been reading recently?"

Carlotta was speechless when she heard this crying voice, and the door happened to be stuck in this place and Holmes opened it. She was just wondering why the soprano would go out for so long, but when she opened the door, she heard something special. Powerful words.

Glancing from top to bottom with gray eyes, Cosette nodded at Holmes in a sly manner: "Mr. Holmes, good morning."

"Miss Virjean, although it is said that it is a holiday, you should also pay attention to your words."

Yes yes, of course if you hadn't popped out of nowhere, there would be absolutely nothing wrong with my rhetoric.

Cosette muttered a few words and waved her hands at the two of them, but when she opened the door of her own house, she turned her head, and there was a little joy in her voice: "Then it's settled, Carlo Miss Ta must throw the bouquet into my hand when she gets married."

"..."

Fearing the sudden silence in the air, Carlotta watched helplessly as the door of the next door to Virchon's house was closed, and the bang echoed in the corridor, which was particularly shocking.

"Bouquet?"

After being quiet for a while, Holmes raised his voice, stretched out his hand and pulled the dull soprano lady back into the room, and there was a slight smile on her face as he pushed her down on the sofa, "What style do you like?" Bouquet? Or, when Miss Daye and Mr. Shani get married, you get Miss Daye's bouquet and then turn around and throw it to Miss Virchon?"

Shut up, Sherlock Holmes!

"Let me see, I think I'd rather have white lilies in your hands with eustomas than a mix of roses."

"Have you already started planning?"

Half-squatting and looking up at Carlotta's blue eyes, Holmes reached out and touched her cheek, and then gently pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Because this represents sincere and unchanging love."

The author has something to say: Regarding the update issue, because next I will go to Orlando with my Ji You two to play [cover face], in order not to keep updating [. ] Also in order to maintain the update quality, the next few days will be updated every other day, I hope everyone understands [Bow

Cosette did not break up with Marius, because of Lotta's intervention, the father-daughter relationship between her and Jean Valjean was also better. =

Regarding sleeping too hard, there has always been a joke among American students...not a joke.There was an international student who slept too much and her roommate thought she was dead [wait a minute] and immediately called an ambulance, and found out that she was just sleeping too soundly...

The girl woke up with a dazed face, and found that she had to pay the ambulance bill, wishing she could really sleep to death [Hello] [and this shows how expensive American ambulances are].

Lao Fu drove past with a car [cough cough], everyone should know the flower language of lily, and the flower language of eustoma is sincere and unchanging love