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

Carlotta never thought that in such a chaotic day, he could actually sleep extremely peacefully.In my sleep, there were no screams, no blood, only a sense of security from the heart.

It's a very warm feeling.

When the morning light of the second day poured into the windows, traces of what happened last night remained on the streets of Paris, and the smell of burnt cigarettes still permeated the entire city. The bright sunshine made everyone feel cold at this moment.

However, this was not the case in this small apartment. When Carlotta woke up, he subconsciously rolled over, only to find that there was a person blocking him from the outside.

After blinking her eyes, Carlotta realized that she was sleeping on the sofa. Although half of her legs were hanging outside because of her height, compared to the big detective next to him who was sleeping on the moved coffee table, her " "Bed" can be regarded as comfortable.

Showing a small smile, Carlotta certainly knew how uncomfortable it was to sleep on such a small coffee table, but seeing Sherlock Holmes appearing next to her, she could still feel that kind of security feel.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Looking at Mr. Detective's slightly confused gray eyes, Carlotta laughed directly: "Good morning, my Mr. Holmes."

"You look calm, at least much better than yesterday."

Holmes sat up on his support, rubbed his neck and felt that something was wrong all over his body, especially the whole back was sore, and said angrily: "Next time, don't sit in my arms and fall asleep."

"Don't worry, it won't."

Carlotta smiled and nodded. She was still covered with a blanket, which looked like the one on her own bed: "But you are not allowed to enter the bedroom without my permission next time."

"Next time? It's up to you."

Holmes, who was standing by the window, snorted and filled his pipe with tobacco: "Also, don't go near the windows today, and don't go out."

"I'll give you back the phrase 'it's up to you', and I'm going to bring Cosette back today."

"Maybe it's a bit difficult. Mr. Weiqiong next door should be back, and he will pick her up."

Carlota sighed, put down the bread in his hand and walked directly to the door, put his hand tentatively on the doorknob, and then looked back at Holmes, watching him slowly put the pipe on the edge of the window sill, revealing a belt With a little smug smile.

"Well my Miss Lester, you'll always get the better of me."

"I don't want to go out."

Carlotta quibbled, and after pushing the door open, he knocked lightly on the door of Virchon's house twice: "Mr. Madeleine, are you back?"

"I'm always home."

Holmes glanced at the middle-aged man, and couldn't help but let out a sneer: "You really know how to open your eyes and talk nonsense. If you look like this and you are at home every day, then I will not be a detective for the rest of my life, sir."

"Oh come on Sherlock, of course you've been home all the time."

Carlota bit the word "always" right, and at the same time felt a little helpless towards her lover.But at this time, there is no way to correct it. Looking at the silent and vigilant expression of the middle-aged man in front of him, I can only sigh: "I think Cosette wrote about the church she sent me to in the book she left for you. You should know that the church is safe, and you can pick her up when you are safe."

"Thank you, future Mrs. Holmes."

"...Are you taking revenge on me?"

Carlota twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at Madeleine in front of her, and didn't think he was the one who could joke: "I'm leaving France soon, please don't forget to send me a letter when Cosette gets married."

"I will never forget that girl." Madeleine couldn't help muttering, stretched out her hand and pulled up her glove a little more: "Thank you for taking care of Cosette during this time."

Carlotta nodded lightly, and seeing Madeleine Villejon's appearance, she couldn't help talking: "You are a good father, I believe you and Cosette will share many things, and she will also I apologize to you."

"This is a matter between us, Miss Carlotta." Madeleine always had the feeling that her neighbor knew everything, but she never showed it: "I will think about it."

"She is a smart girl who is well educated and knows how to analyze the situation." Holmes stood aside and said, looking at the former prisoner in front of him, his gray eyes swept over his cuffs, collarbone, and finally stopped at On the shoulder: "I believe in great fatherly love."

Jean Valjean watched stiffly as the neighbors and the couple returned to their room, subconsciously put his hand on the injured shoulder, and then showed a smile that was about to cry.

He could feel the change in the relationship between his Cosette and Miss Carlotta next door, but he also knew that it was impossible for him to keep her forever.That night, after he helped the eight-year-old girl carry a bucket of water, he had formed a relationship with her, but after all, there was still an end.

He had no children, and Cosette was his daughter.But if this is the case, I feel sorry for Fantine.

Suddenly felt a little funny, and Jean Valjean also laughed according to his own mood. The wounds on his palms and shoulders were slightly split because of his movements, but Jean Valjean didn't feel any pain at all now.Because he knew that this was proof of saving two lives.

"Thank you, Miss Carlotta, and Mr. Holmes."

He didn't know why he said this to the closed door, maybe it was because they kept silent about his identity, or it was because he finally met another person who even knew him in the long years. His identity, and people who treat him normally.

Then, can he expect that when Cosette knows his identity, he will treat him like this, and still call him "father"?

My Lord, I may be asking too much, but I still hope that she can tolerate me and understand me.

In the name of my many years of penance and prayer, have mercy on me.

The situation in Paris changed rapidly, and after the uprising there was a long period of executions and liquidations.But these are nothing to the ordinary citizens. After Cosette came home, Madeleine would occasionally go out with some things, and spent most of her time at home lest she might get into trouble.

When everyone was hiding at home, Carlotta had already picked up the suitcase at the door and nodded to Holmes: "I packed it."

"only these?"

"I'll come back here." Carlotta shook her head. She only brought the things in the dark compartment of her study, some identification documents, and all the money: "Don't bring too much."

"Aren't you willing to leave here?"

"Perhaps." Carlotta smiled, and she didn't have a little sadness in her smile, but was very brisk: "Sherlock, I don't think we won't come back at all."

"Yes."

"Then why should I have sad thoughts about it? Even Cosette can't be sad, can you?"

"I'm just a little worried about you." Holmes glanced at the suitcase and took it over. "I like this place very much. It's not Paris, it's here."

Listening to the British gentleman's emphasis, Carlotta laughed directly: "Okay, okay, I know what you don't like is Paris."

Standing on the ferry in Calais, Carlotta looked at the ferry docked beside him, and gently pushed the hat on his head: "Sherlock, do you know where my favorite city in France is?"

"where?"

"Montpellier."

"That would span the whole of France."

"Yeah, but I like it."

"Why do you suddenly say this at this time?"

Hearing the whistle of the cruise ship, Holmes raised his eyebrows curiously as he walked onto the ship with his suitcase: "I thought you wouldn't abandon your two small apartments."

"I don't want to have June [-]th again in the future." Carlotta complained, and smiled more cheerfully after following Holmes' pace: "Besides, who doesn't like the sunshine in Farnan."

"I see."

"You didn't say anything?"

All right.After finding the cabin that belonged to them, Holmes put down his suitcase, and said calmly, "Then, Miss Lester must bear with the humidity and coldness of London, but don't worry, it's more stable here than Paris."

"Anwen? How do I remember that I was stopped by Jack the Ripper when I went home from the last rehearsal?"

"Jack the Ripper has been executed, you can dance on the street at night if you want."

Hearing Holmes' quick answer, Carlotta laughed straight away: "Okay, Mr. Holmes, of course I know that Britain is much more secure."

In other words, Britain at this time seems to be in a peaceful and prosperous age, and everything is in a period of development, which is so beautiful that France, which has constant civil strife, cannot imagine.But Carlota understands that no matter how "all is well", something will happen to Holmes.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Facing those gray eyes, Carlotta showed a smile: "I was wondering how many interpretations there are for the meaning of 'safety' you said. But there is nothing to say at this time, I miss Mr. Watson a little .”

A slightly strange sound came from Holmes' mouth, just at this time the ship let out a long roar and was about to set sail.

London, England.

Carlotta looked at the blue sea. Although she was French, she thought that she would try her best to fall in love with this city, which also has a beautiful pronunciation.

The author has something to say: Today, my dear A vinegar and I will fly to the warm Orlando for the winter...

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