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

In Carlotta's view, her secrets are not many, but they are deadly enough.

No matter what kind of alternative prophecy, or the clues seen from which artworks, Carlota is sure that this little secret of his own will not be kept from those close to him for too long.But fortunately, Raoul is not an inquisitive person, he is more inclined to "I don't ask, so don't tell me".

But facing this Mr. Detective is different.Carlota slowly gathered the ashes of paper together, and motioned Holmes to sit down: "Sometimes I also feel that it is better to speak out."

"I don't want you to reveal anything if it would cause you pain to say it."

"No, the reason why I choose to be able to say it is also because most of it is over, and the rest is nothing special, or in other words, it will not be feared by others."

Carlota shook her head, she is not a particularly persistent person, not to mention Mr. Detective has proven that he can be trusted: "But before that, I am curious how much Sherlock you guessed."

How much?Holmes thought for a while before speaking: "I don't guess much, what I know is that you seem to have a good grasp of the future situation, as if you saw it with your own eyes."

This statement really has the feeling of Sherlock Holmes, ambiguous but extremely appropriate.

Carlota gave up tossing the paper ashes, looked up at Mr. Detective in front of him and nodded slightly: "You are right, that's it."

"The only difference is that what I see is not the future, but the past."

For her, the past is the future in this era. Carlotta smiled slightly, and motioned Mr. Detective to sit down and talk: "I remember you used to say that I was 'always like a bystander'."

"So, you've seen it all once?"

"I haven't experienced it myself."

Carlotta shook his head with a smile, and continued casually as if he was telling no secret: "Sherlock, will you be recorded in the annals of history?"

"I thought, maybe?"

"So what do you think when you go back to the seventeenth century and see Cromwell?"

Carlota stared at the paper ashes on the table, she could feel that the last thing in her mind had left her, and at the same time brought her indescribable relief: "Very lucky, but also very unfortunate, right?"

"Yes."

"Just now, the last bit of the secret left me, but if you want to know something I remember, I can tell you something funny."

Blinking at Mr. Detective, Carlota's smile became mischievous: "For example, if you didn't meet me, you would never fall in love for the rest of your life."

Will never fall in love for a lifetime?Holmes laughed directly when he heard this, and put the pipe into his mouth to express his agreement: "Yes, it is hard for me to imagine what kind of person I would fall in love with, and for a person like you, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be really hard for me. Imagine."

"What's so hard to imagine, or that I'm your ideal type?"

"There is no purely ideal man in this world."

Holmes shook his head, watching Carlota's expression soften a lot: "Maybe sometimes I think too much."

"Where do you want to go?"

"..."

"Is it something like 'I tell this secret and it will turn into bubbles' or 'I tell this secret and I will be scratched by a spindle and sleep for 100 years?'"

"Fairy tales are not good things."

Seeing Holmes sniffing, Carlotta shrugged: "But I guess you must have read the story of Mother Goose, everyone has read the fairy tales of Mother Goose."

"I have seen a very classic one, which had a very deep impression on me in my childhood, and made me feel the joy of reasoning for the first time."

"To shut up."

Can she guess which one it is?Either whoever killed the mockingbird was the juniper tree.

"But since it's over, then this secret should not be known again." After laughing, Holmes became serious again, looking at his lover's expression with a little sigh: "This is not a good thing."

"I understand, so Sherlock, do you want to know your ending?"

"Can I, a detective, be included in the annals of history?"

Looking at the raised eyebrows of the gentleman in front of him, Carlotta snorted: "You look too high on the history books, and you look too small on yourself."

"Oh?"

"Because you are the most famous detective in the world."

"Then let me ask, who made me famous?"

Carlotta slightly glanced to the side, and lit a candle in his heart for Dr. Watson, who was not sure that he would be in trouble tomorrow.

"Okay, I can guess it from your expression."

With a slight snort, Holmes had a subtle expression on his face: "I never thought he would have a talent for literature."

"Didn't he once laugh at you for being ignorant of literature? Doesn't this just prove that his talent in literature is not bad?"

"I'm not completely ignorant. You know, if you attribute literature to art, I still have some ideas about it."

But the question of secrets ends here. Those who should go to work in the theater go to work, those who should go to solve the case continue to solve the case, and at the same time find the good assistant who will make him "famous all over the world" in the future to talk about literary creation.

Sherlock Holmes thinks it's better not to be in the limelight. The most famous detective in the world...

He doesn't have this kind of leisure.

Everything passed as usual, and the two of them didn't even have any thoughts about their wedding. Apart from Mycroft, only Elizabeth Darcy was busy.

"I don't mind lending you my dear son, it must be a nice scene with Albert coming to throw the petals."

"I didn't expect it to be so grand."

"As a woman... oh yes, you didn't even want to get married in the first place."

Chattering about putting the last bit of makeup on Carlotta, who was holding a bouquet of lilies and eustomas, Elizabeth nodded in satisfaction: "Who will send you into the church then?"

"Raoul."

Isn't it father?But thinking that the friend in front of her never seemed to mention her family, Elizabeth naturally made up a slightly sad story.But when she saw the golden-haired viscount who was dressed in dignified clothes and even had a family crest pinned on his chest, she grabbed Carlotta directly.

"Don't tell me you are the illegitimate daughter of a nobleman! This is a nobleman from France, what does it have to do with you?"

"You think too much, what kind of illegitimate daughter is impossible."

Carlotta twitched the corners of her mouth. Sometimes Elizabeth really just thinks too much: "And this matter is a bit unpleasant to say, so I have never talked about it. I have completely severed ties with my family."

It was Carlotta's wedding day, and Elizabeth couldn't get to the bottom of it, so she let the Viscount Golden Retriever lead the soprano's hand into the church.

"I once thought that one day I would actually replace your father's duties and send you to the church." Raoul looked at Holmes standing in front of the pastor and smiled a little more: "Before we used to have a similar hair color. Some people will treat us as brothers and sisters in the relationship, and it seems to be good now."

"Siblings."

On a good day, Carlotta was too lazy to correct him violently, but he tightened his grip on the bouquet: "I never thought that I would get married."

"Then you must love him very much."

Yes, I love him very much.

Looking at Mr. Holmes standing next to the pastor with "This is boring but I can bear it if it's you", Carlotta couldn't help laughing: "Raoul, just now Elizabeth asked me Is it your family's illegitimate daughter?"

"Who? I think I'm going to fight her. Who would want such a violent sister."

"Forget it, remember to answer me later about how France is doing."

The brief conversation that no one could hear ended here. Carlotta listened to the pastor's series of ramblings, and felt very much the feeling of Holmes standing there stupidly waiting for her at the beginning.But now...

To be honest, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Carlotta felt that his heart was not fluctuating, and he was a little embarrassed when he was punished to stand in front of the nagging priest.

"As I said, the sense of ceremony is good, but it's too awkward when it's my turn."

"I couldn't agree more with that than you."

Squeezing out two words from between his teeth, Carlotta rolled his eyes secretly when he heard "regardless of disease and death": "The situation in France is starting to calm down now, and a letter from Cosette also came, saying that Marius S is still alive."

"It's our wedding anyway, and you're talking about them here?"

"Then you come up with a topic that can prevent the priest from finding out that we are deserting."

"The case last time was interesting, and I discovered a little secret from it. Combined with the information you told me..."

"..."

Seriously, Mr. Holmes, you are more of a spoiler than I am.

"Now, please exchange rings."

Carlota deeply felt that maybe the pastor couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply finished the rest of the story in one go and fast forwarded to the end.

Feeling the stiffness of his fingertips, Holmes paused for a moment, and said with a little comfort: "You don't want me to take you out of here now."

"No, I just feel like the new phase of my life is coming a little too quickly for me."

"That came too late for me."

Looking up at the pair of gray eyes, Carlotta slowly retracted his fingers, then straightened them again: "Then shall I pity you?"

"You're welcome, but I didn't expect you to agree to it just because I'm showing pity. It's a little accidental."

Putting a ring on Mr. Detective as well, he deliberately glanced at the trace of the ring on his wife's right ring finger that symbolizes the "nun's heart" all the year round, and a light flashed in his eyes: "Will you marry me?" ?”

"I used to be able to hesitate, but now I have no fear."

Carlotta smiled when he heard the priest's words: "Don't you want to complete this ceremony?"

yes, now—

I declare you a legal couple, and now the groom can kiss the bride.

The author has something to say: get married, and then start a big battle with old Mo [you wait a minute]

And how I feel uncomfortable about how to write the last paragraph, I really understand the feeling of marrying a daughter (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻