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

Montpellier is not too small, but some things will always be talked about for a long time, especially when such "things" involve a girl, and the girl is very beautiful, it has a kind of talking point.

Of course, she might not be considered a girl. According to the girl's age, she should be married, but she still seems to like hearing others call herself "Miss".But this is also very understandable, after all, women are more used to being called younger by others.

During this period of time, little Basile could feel that perhaps because of the lady who lived next door to him, even the aunts he knew who bought vegetables were more willing to be called "name + miss".

I don't even think about how old I am, there are two Mrs. Exley alone, and I still want to be called Miss?

Seven or eight-year-old boys always carry a kind of mischievous and naive malice, and that kind of little devil-like thoughts will always appear in their minds inexplicably.Of course, they were just thinking about it. If they really said it, the body shape he disliked in his mouth would bring him unforgettable memories in his life.

"Miss Laura, are you here to buy vegetables today?"

Carlota spoke very happily. She didn't stay in Montpellier for a long time. After buying a small apartment similar to Paris, she didn't live in a secluded place as before. Instead, she walked around very diligently with her neighbors: " I feel that some of the vegetables today are quite fresh."

The Miss Laura she was talking about seemed to be about 50 to [-] years old, and her body size was twice as big as hers.The moment Miss Lola saw Carlota, she smiled and narrowed her eyes. The original good mood increased tenfold because of seeing him.

"Miss Chloe, you look so beautiful today."

"Really? Miss Laura also looks very refreshed. It really is the weather that makes everyone relax a lot."

Look at this Mrs. Exley, she can talk a lot, she can boast a lot, she is indeed a well-bred lady.

Miss Laura sighed in her heart, and at the same time puffed up her chest even more, and she looked much more relaxed while carrying the vegetable basket: "Are you still going to the port today?"

"Yeah, he has agreed to come back and spend the New Year with me."

"Mr. Exley is really busy, but looking so busy, he should be very successful as a businessman, right?"

If someone who was familiar with this "Miss Laura" saw it, they would probably jump up in surprise.How could that fat lady with vulgar words and reckless behavior use such elegant words?The tone is also gentle and doesn't look like her at all, and even the movements are much more graceful. Is this really the same person as the previous one?

"How should I put it, I just hope he comes back safely."

Carlotta put on a virtuous and virtuous smile. If Elizabeth in London saw her kindly smile, she would probably be trembling. At the same time, there was a little more melancholy in her eyes: "I hope next time he can bring I."

"Oh dear Miss Croy, what man would not love you? Mr. Exley will definitely take you next time."

"Thank you, Miss Laura."

Carlotta and Miss Lola walked side by side for a while, and then separated from her. Carlotta breathed a sigh of relief in a place where there was no one around, patted his face with his hands and then showed a wry smile.

Now she is really... In the words she can think of, she is a master of acting. The feeling of being on the stage every day makes her feel that her acting skills are improving rapidly.

If this "Miss Laura" knew that she still had a fist tied to her thigh, it would have caused a great upheaval in Italy...

It might make her doubt the world.

Carlotta showed a completely different smile from the one just now, no longer kind, but more cunning and lively.There was still no Sherlock Holmes among the passengers on the ship today at the port. She guessed that this Mr. Detective would not use such an ordinary means of transportation to come to Montpellier, but if she really wanted to talk about it, what means would she use to get back?

Tomorrow will be the New Year, those who break their promises, please become as fat as two Miss Lola.

But if she is so fat, she will definitely choose to divorce.

After thinking wildly in his mind for a while, Carlotta woke up and returned to the house with a lot of things he bought.

As expected, she still likes to have a "home of her own". Of course, 221B is also very good, but unfortunately it was bombed.Using the money in Mycroft's account to buy a small house with a yard, Carlotta expressed great satisfaction.

As for why not use Sherlock's account... Isn't that simple?As the planner's elder brother, how could he not pay for mental damage?

There are a lot of flowers and plants planted in the yard, and there are no flowers blooming in winter. Carlotta just planted a pot of pothos in the house to add a little natural atmosphere.As for food, she basically doesn't cook overnight food, but for the new year, she always needs to buy something.

If Sherlock doesn't come back this New Year...

What else can she do?She can't help it.

Tapping the wooden table lightly with her fingers, Carlotta looked at the score, reading the score silently and the touch from her fingertips made her feel fascinated.

She has experienced such nights for a long time, and it feels good to be alone, but it's a pity that the house is still too empty.

I always feel like there should be someone sitting there, biting a pipe, looking at the true or false reports in the newspaper, and then laughing and saying that it is not interesting.Occasionally, this person would also play the violin, and suddenly rush out of the house like a gust of wind, and then come back like the wind to say goodbye to himself.

Unconsciously humming along with the score, Carlotta realized that he was singing the confession of Count Almaviva to Susanna in "The Marriage of Figaro".She coughed and stopped, and just when she was about to turn the music score to the next page, she heard a knock on the door.

It's a bit scary to think about someone knocking on the door at night-this is what ordinary people think.But in Carlotta's view, there is no panic at all.

Deglin has already loaded the gun, and the person who panicked should be the person outside the door who might have bad ideas.

"Who is outside?"

Carlota moved to Montpellier for about a month, during which time no one wanted to tease her, but before she could do it, these people looked at her like a mouse looks at a cat.She didn't bother to pay attention to whoever did it, anyway, it was either Raoul or Cosette, or Mycroft.

Could it be Holmes knocking at the door at this time, or on such a night?

December No. 30, there is still one day left in time, this one may catch up to the last second, of course, it may be one day earlier.

"I think I have left something at your house, Mrs Exley."

"what?"

"A violin, a sheet of music, or..."

The male voice outside paused, then said with a smile: "A promise?"

"Promise? I've only made a promise to one person in my life."

Carlota slowly unscrewed the lock, and after opening the door, he looked at Mr. Detective who was coming in front of him under the moonlight, with a gentle and provocative smile on his face: "Are you that person? And you saw it too, here I am Nothing."

"No, no, there are too many things I left with you, so much that I feel like I have amnesia."

Gently holding each other's hand, Holmes's gray eyes became a little brighter: "The most important thing is, I seem to have left my feelings here."

Carlotta laughed outright, and at the same time grabbed his hand with his backhand. After feeling the extra scars, he straightened his face, pulled him into the door, and pressed him on the sofa: "What did you do again?"

"It's just that my hand hurt a little when I jumped off the waterfall and climbed out." Mr. Detective sat down nonchalantly, and at the same time put the handbag aside: "I did everything I can, Will suffice."

"So does your old enemy still exist in this world?"

"Aren't you my old enemy? Miss Carlotta who stole a lot of things from me and isn't going to return them."

Carlotta raised his eyebrows high, turned and walked aside, and lightly plucked the strings on the violin: "Mr. Holmes, please say it again?"

"..."

Holmes frowned, and then said with a bit of pretended indifference and genuine regret: "It's a pity that this violin will be dismantled."

"Forget it, you'll tell me anyway, I don't mind having a happy and surprising New Year."

Carlotta walked up to Holmes, stretched out her hands and hugged him, as if all the lost things had come back, she felt comfortable and complete now.

"You know, I have a lot of things with you too."

"In order not to leave these things in Switzerland, I tried my best to come back from hell."

"Come back from hell? Did you eat the pomegranate seeds?"

"I didn't eat anything. Even if I ate, the warrior Lota would follow me to hell and overturn it, wouldn't he?"

Hearing this, Carlota laughed directly, and lowered his head to press a kiss lightly on the forehead of his lover.

"You said that the New Year is the New Year, and you didn't lie this time."

"As I said before, I won't mind if you lie to me, but I will never lie to you."

"I am back."

The author has something to say: Ah, having said that, do you want to watch the Shenxia version or a combination of the two?Personally, I prefer the combined version. If it’s very good, then write the combined version.

It's not over yet!Don't throw flowers!One group, thank you Xiao Yuxiao for your message and mine, thank you so much【hug