[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

It took a long time for Mycroft to sort out the chaos that Orlos had created in Sherringford.The others really asked Oulos not to go out one more step, but the trouble was not the ban, but the change of Oulos.

She is now more immersed in her own world, not saying a word every day.Whether it was Mycroft or the parents who met her for the first time after so many years, Olos refused to communicate.

Cynthia, who heard the news from McCaw, didn't know what to say.What Olos needs is not a psychiatrist, but silent companionship.

"The number of Sherlock's visits to Sherringford has increased significantly recently. Is my record wrong or have you really never seen it once?"

Mycroft was sitting on a large sofa with an open newspaper in his hand.At McCoff's normal speed, he would be able to read the content of a newspaper in less than three seconds. Obviously, his current attention is not on this at all.

Cynthia glanced at Mycroft, who was opposite, and replied with a smile: "Did the Holmes and his wife forgive you, or there are too few government/government affairs, and you have time to worry about these little things."

Mycroft folded the newspaper in half and put it beside him, "Why do you feel that you are talking more and more like Sherlock now, and the original Miss Cynthia has been assimilated?"

How can a person's personality be easily assimilated by others? Cynthia has been educated to be a lady since she came here, and she must conform to the temperament of this era when getting along with others.

Don't go out of the way, don't go out of the way.In fact, this restriction has always been imprinted in the depths of my heart, and the situation of wanton laughter and random play seems to only exist in another self.

Can a person really adapt well when he comes to this strange age?Even with family and friends who love her, Cynthia never forgot where she came from.

If God can give Cynthia a choice to give up everything she has now and return to the original world, I am afraid that even she herself does not know what choice she will make.Maybe at that moment she wanted to leave in her heart, because if she continued to stay here, she would participate in social activities, get married and have children, and live a normal life like this.

Knowing Sherlock in such a life where the head can be seen at a glance, Cynthia actually got encouragement from him.It doesn't matter at all to live casually, and it doesn't matter to be looked down upon by others.

Of course, Cynthia would not say these words to Mycroft. Compared with Sherlock, Mycroft was much calmer and even colder.This can be seen from his refusal to attend Watson's wedding. Except for Mrs. Holmes who can use Mycroft, I am afraid that no one else can let him participate in these activities.

"Oluos once told us one thing before the accident, and the pattern of the world will change in the past two years."

Cynthia's back stiffened as she leaned on the sofa, and it was not surprising that Olos' IQ was able to deduce the battle after understanding the information.Time flies, and World War I swept the world very quickly. Britain has always boasted that it is impossible to stand by as the largest country, and it will soon join the battlefield.

At the beginning of the war, no one expected that the ending would be so tragic.The aristocratic children of Britain who participated in the war thought that this would be the same as countless previous battles. They fought for this country like their ancestors, and they would receive rewards afterward, perhaps a title or a manor with countless lands.

But neither the government nor the young people who went to the battlefield expected that so many people would be sacrificed in this war.Countless families have lost their heirs, and what they are about to face is not only the loss of children, but also the situation that no one can inherit the family property guarded by generations of ancestors.

"You mean there was a war?"

Mycroft tapped his temple with his index finger, "Maybe it's an economic war, or maybe it's a thermal weapon. We don't know the details, and you know she doesn't want to talk to us anymore."

They want to know more information, what kind of war, how it ended.Knowing this information in advance allows politicians to make better decisions.

Cynthia is still quite self-aware, she is just an ordinary person, maybe as a doctor, she can save one or two people.But to prevent a war, it would be too difficult for her.I am afraid that she will try to save all mankind only if she is reincarnated as a superhero.

"Really? Then all I can say is that God bless the king and hope the war ends soon. If nothing else, I'm off to work."

Cynthia's slightly flat reaction made Mycroft doubt his judgment. Could it be that there are really no other doubts about her.Titanic and Olos, did she really happen to happen?

But Mycroft didn't continue to ask. He also knew that Cynthia was no longer at his mercy. Since she was officially accepted by Sherlock, it was impossible for McCoff to force her to do these things.

"Hmm, I hope your work goes well."

Cynthia lowered her head and wrapped her scarf, and replied very sincerely: "You too."

Cynthia, who left the club, buried her chin in her scarf, and lowered her head, recalling the details of World War I.Forgive her for not being able to remember when Britain officially entered the war, only remembering that there would be a period of conscription boom.The enthusiasm for joining the war has almost affected the whole society. If a healthy young man does not join the army, he will be ridiculed by everyone.

Dr. Watson had been wounded in the leg in the war, and this time should not be allowed to participate again.What about Sherlock, if he is in good health, will he also go to the battlefield?

There are also Robert and Matthew. As a nobleman, Robert has always had the spirit of sacrifice. If his physical condition allows, he will definitely go.One can imagine what kind of scene Downton Abbey will turn into, leaving a group of women in fear in the empty manor.

What about yourself?Cynthia was asking this question in her heart. Before that, she thought about staying in London to help the wounded who were constantly coming from the front.But what happened to Olos reminded her how important it is to be accompanied by family members.

But these two things are not necessarily opposite. There is also a hospital near Downton Abbey, where she can also help the wounded.Matthew's mother, cousin Isabel, is an enlightened nurse, and she must be welcome to join, but Dr. Clarkson, who has been serving the Crowley family, may not necessarily think so.

That stubborn little old man may not be used to seeing the older lady transformed into his own colleague since childhood, and Mrs. Grantham, who is the director, will she accept her granddaughter to help others treat illnesses?After all, it's one thing to hear about it all the time, and quite another to actually see it.

At that time, I can only hope that the old lady's heart will be stronger.

Cynthia who walked into the hospital door completely ignored another thing, and there was another important thing on her body before World War I officially came.

She is 18 years old and will officially enter the social world in a few months.As the protagonist, Cynthia forgot, and Cora certainly did not. Last year's busy days will be staged again in Downton Abbey.

Fortunately, Cora has experienced this kind of thing four times, and she is already familiar with many things.Something special, this year the four ladies of Downton Abbey will socialize together.

Cynthia didn't know what kind of life she would live in the future, and Cora repeatedly emphasized the etiquette of meeting the king and queen, for fear that she would make a fool of herself in front of everyone.Cynthia is probably most thankful that the most popular designers now live in London, at least she doesn't have to go back to Downton to try on dresses.

Cynthia, who has been dragged away by Cora for a while, almost forgot Mary's date of delivery. She was seen by Sherlock at the wedding as a sign of pregnancy, and now it's time to give birth.

Cynthia, who was about to call Mary to ask questions, heard Sherlock's voice from the hospital gate.

"Okay, okay, we're at the hospital, Mary, you can let go of my hair. I promise the doctor will push you into the operating room right away."

Cynthia tilted her head back, and saw Mary breathing deeply in pain, holding Sherlock's hair tightly with her right hand, and pinching Watson's ear with her left hand.

A doctor had already come to Mary and began to comfort her and help her feel better.

As a medical staff member, Mary also calmed down and let go of her hands.The last words she said as she was wheeled into the operating room were: "John Watson, remember this case that made you almost miss the birth of the child, and read it to it after it is born!"

The vicious tone made Cynthia laugh, and she walked up to John and patted him on the shoulder, "It's time to use your first-rate creative ability, think about how to turn a bloody case into a fairy tale, John."

John shook his head helplessly. It was indeed his fault that he forgot the due date, and it wasn't because of his friends who didn't care about time or occasion.

Sherlock, who was glared at by John, was rubbing his poor scalp. If it wasn't for his hair volume, his hairline would have receded at least one centimeter just after Mary grabbed it like this.Thinking about that scene, Sherlock couldn't help shivering.

The poor Sherlock unexpectedly made Cynthia think he was a bit cute.

Cynthia put her hands in her pockets and greeted him with a smile: "Long time no see, Sherlock."

No, only five hours.Sherlock didn't look at her, she answered in her mind, yes, for the past few months, Cynthia and Sherlock's follower thought they hadn't seen each other.Actually not, Sherlock has met Cynthia many times, but Cynthia didn't recognize him.

Sherlock wanted to see if the other party would realize his mistake if he didn't see him for a few months, but it was a pity that Cynthia's life was still the same as before during this time.Oh, there is still something different, she is about to go to the prom to choose an official marriage partner, let us applaud and congratulate Cynthia.

Congratulations ghost!Sherlock plucked his hair rather irritablely, or he could just take advantage of the current step and let it go.A little later, I'm afraid the other party is not wearing a white dress to meet the king but a wedding dress.

Sherlock, who was about to turn around to say hello to Cynthia, was interrupted by Watson. He said with a look that I knew my friend very well: "Sherlock must still be angry, don't care about his attitude Cynthia. He won't last long , we must wait for Sherlock to speak first, or he will not let go for a long time."

Watson said the last sentence in a low voice, but Sherlock listened attentively.He coughed twice with a dark face, "I definitely don't have such a habit."

John looked at him with a look that you should stop quibbling, "Who has been whispering in our ears for 30 days, just because I missed the train to Primanz, and you have to deal with the case alone."

Sherlock couldn't refute, he glanced at Cynthia, insisted: "There is no 30 days, this is just a broad number, it is not rigorous."

Cynthia nodded cooperatively, and then said sincerely: "It's okay, anyway, I didn't forgive you for what you said back then. You can also choose to remember that I deliberately lied to you."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the cardboard and pen beside the table and prepared to inspect the next ward, looking very indifferent.

Sherlock frowned and chased after him, asking what it means not to forgive him.It's been a long time since this matter, and it hasn't been turned over yet.

The father-to-be who was honestly waiting in front of the operating room looked at their backs and shook his head, saying with emotion: "Young man, I really don't understand."

After a while, the nurse came out and told John Mary that a healthy baby girl had been successfully delivered.Shocked by the joy of being a father, Watson couldn't help jumping up from his seat, frantically trying to shake the nurse's hand and thank her.

"God, I'm a dad and I have a daughter."

The nurse jumped aside quickly. As a professional obstetric nurse, it was obviously not the first time she had encountered such a novice father.

She shook her head and said softly: "Young man, didn't you know that you would be a father a long time ago, what's there to be excited about?"

Mary, who exerted too much energy before giving birth and after entering the operating room, only heard the doctor say that the baby was healthy, and fell asleep.

It wasn't until the sun was setting that he opened his eyes again. The first thing he saw was a silly father lying in front of the baby, not daring to hug her, and even talking softly.

John slapped Sherlock's hand directly when he wanted to poke her, and said bluntly, "She's still so young, what if she pokes her badly?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes at him, "A doctor can say such a thing, she is a person, not a soft cake, have you seen that child who will be poked?"

Cynthia, who was a few steps away, retorted: "Of course, I have also heard of bacteria being infected because of a kiss. As a person who is not bad in chemistry and biology, you should also know that there are many babies in adults who cannot resistant bacteria."

Sherlock, who couldn't get angry after being turned over the old account, went to the chair next to him and sat down in frustration. John gave Cynthia a thumbs up without hesitation.

Mary lying on the hospital bed made them laugh. It is not easy to have a person who can cure Sherlock.

Seeing her wake up, Cynthia and John walked up to her immediately.

Cynthia told her with a smile: "It's normal to feel a little uncomfortable now, and I haven't observed any bad signs so far. The delivery is going well, congratulations on having a little princess."

John held his wife's hand and put it on his lips, "Thank you, today may be the happiest day for me besides the wedding. Mary, you brought all my happiness, thank you for being by my side."

Mary was moved by the sudden affectionate confession, while Cynthia and Sherlock literally swallowed the bowl of dog food.

For the sake of the lovely little princess, what else can I do, of course forgive them.Cynthia waved at Sherlock from behind, signaling him and herself to leave first.

Let this moment be left to their family of three.

The two closed the door very lightly, and Sherlock pretended to touch Cynthia's hand inadvertently, and took her hand.

Cynthia, who was caught, looked up at him and asked him what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, Sherlock praised solemnly: "Well done, Doctor Crowley. This is a reward. There are not many people who can shake hands with the greatest detective in the world."

This was the first time Sherlock called her a doctor, and the corners of Cynthia's mouth turned upward.

"No one shakes hands for more than ten seconds. That is very impolite, Inspector Holmes."

"Really? Maybe I remembered it wrong. Maybe it's called holding hands. There is no time limit for holding hands. I think someone can hold hands for a day."

Cynthia felt defeated by him, "Unfortunately, I still have a job. You are very emotional today, Sherlock. Is it because of the birth of Watson's daughter?"

Of course Sherlock would not admit this reason, "No, thousands of people are born in this world every moment. She is just one of them, there is nothing special about it."

"Yes, but to Watson and the others, she is the only one, just like you are to me."

Sherlock tightened his grip on Cynthia's hand, and his low voice rang in Cynthia's ear: "Don't confess casually, Cynthia."

In the next second, his lips were on Cynthia's.

The author has something to say: the cuties who leave comments in this chapter will be given red envelopes. This article will be finished in about one or two chapters, and it will stop at a time when everyone is happy. Stupid fish prefer this kind of ending.There will probably be one or two extra chapters. Currently, I only want to propose a chapter. What do you want to see in the other chapter? You can pick and choose in the comments, and write two more chapters if you can bring inspiration~

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