[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

Taking a closer look that the one sitting on the bench was indeed Sherlock Holmes, Cynthia was not sure whether she should go up to say hello.

It stands to reason that it is rude not to say hello when you meet someone you know.But Mr. Holmes is not a person who can be understood according to common sense. Maybe he is following a certain suspect, maybe he is pretending to be a criminal undercover.

There are too many uncertain situations, and the most important thing is that Cynthia thinks that the other party may not be too happy to see her.Just when she was about to leave without saying hello with peace of mind, Sherlock who was sitting there nodded at her.

Cynthia looked around, but no one looked at Sherlock.Then he was indeed saying hello to himself, and now Cynthia had no choice but to step forward, since the other party had seen him, and he couldn't justify saying hello.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes. Are you here to relax? You seem to have had a pleasant afternoon."

Sherlock stood up, wiggling his fingers by his legs, and was honestly a little surprised when he noticed that Cynthia saw that he was about to leave immediately.

After all, the last time we met, the impression left by the other party was that she was curious about herself and Watson.But from what she said now, she clearly showed alienation. What changed her attitude in a short time?

Homicide case?No, she was clearly not the lady who would be intimidated by that.Watson, yes, that is him.They passed several letters afterwards, and what Watson wrote in the letter changed Miss Crawley.

"You are wrong, Miss Cynthia. We are not here to relax. You are not familiar with this area. It is obviously the first time. Let me guess, it is the women's medical school in front, where you got stains on your shoes." Endemic plants. You are coming to London to study, and you have chosen that school. To be honest, I am a little surprised."

Sherlock smiled politely and spoke quickly, which meant that he reasoned faster.

Among the people present, Gwen, who saw this kind of scene for the first time, lost control of her expression.She kept sighing in her heart that Holmes was indeed the most famous detective in London, and he seemed really smart.

On the contrary, there was not much surprise on the face of the person involved, Cynthia.Sherlock was even more interested when he saw that he himself poked her and didn't get the expected reaction.

"Yes, I went to that school. It is getting late, Mr. Holmes. If you don't mind, please allow me to go. I wish you a good day."

Sherlock realized that she was indeed completely different, "It's getting late, do you need me to take you back to your residence? It's safer this way."

After Cynthia rejected Sherlock very politely, she slowly left his sight.

It was a rare sight to see a lady with blonde hair in a buff coat against the rare London sun.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, and he didn't look away until he realized that he had been focusing on unrelated people for too long.

221B Baker Street is exceptionally quiet today, which must be the reason why Sherlock left.Mrs. Hudson was quite comfortably nestled in her room, enjoying her afternoon tea.

Mrs. Hudson held the beautifully crafted teacup between her forefinger and thumb, and held it in front of her.She lowered her head slightly and sniffed the aroma of black tea, and couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough, afternoon tea is the perfect life that the British should have. It's great that Sherlock isn't here. No police come to the door, no case, it couldn't be better day."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, a carriage stopped at the gate of Baker Street.Hudson put down the teacup in his hand, walked to the window to see who was getting out of the car, his movements were not as quick as an old lady.

Sherlock handed the fare to the coachman, and keenly noticed that someone was watching him.He glanced back at his landlady, took off his hat and greeted her.

"Oh, God can't let him come back later."

Hudson mourned her lost afternoon tea.

Soon there was a rapid knock on the door, and Mrs. Hudson reluctantly walked over to help Sherlock open the door.

"You have the key, why don't you open the door yourself, and don't bother me, an old man. Find yourself a housekeeper, Sherlock, or a wife."

Sherlock took off his trench coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, turned around and lowered his head to kiss Mrs. Hudson on the cheek.

"You look very much alive, and show no sign of aging, Mrs. Hudson. Besides, I don't need a housekeeper, let alone a wife."

He seemed to be going upstairs to find something, and hurried up the stairs.

Mrs. Hudson said to his back downstairs, "Clean up your room, it's like a hurricane in there. You really need a housekeeper, because I don't think any girl will marry is you."

Sherlock didn't know if he heard it or not, even if he heard it, it was filtered by his brain.He took some 'gadgets' to explore his roommate's room, no matter how many times the door lock was useless to him, Watson still insisted on locking his own door.

If John was here at this time, he would probably yell at Sherlock: "It's not because you have no concept of privacy at all."

Sherlock easily picked the door lock and quickly found the place where Watson put the letter.Since their fame in the papers, letters from readers have flown into Baker Street like snowflakes.

Watson probably wouldn't have put Cynthia's letters together with those of ordinary readers. Sherlock ignored the pile of letters and turned them over from the side.

"At this."

Sherlock took the letter paper out of the envelope, and the handwriting on it was really familiar.It took him a few seconds to roughly scan the content, and then put things in order again.

When he left Watson's room, nothing had changed in the room, as if no one had been there.

After finishing all this, Sherlock sat back on his single sofa, and he put his hands together on his chin.His eyes were empty, and his thoughts drifted away without knowing where to go.

After Dr. Watson got off work, he saw his roommate's appearance as soon as he entered the door.He was quite used to it anyway, and Watson hung up his round hat, and went to the kitchen to see what there was to eat.

When he walked to the sofa with the cake, Sherlock suddenly spoke.

"She's a feminist, of course that's obvious."

Watson repeated strangely: "Who is she? Who is a feminist."

Sherlock tilted his head slightly and gave Watson a disappointed look.

"Cynthia Crawley, you've written several times with her without realizing it. Oh, of course you don't, and you thought she was interested in you. She did, but not you, It's medicine. I met her this afternoon at that women's medical school, and she wants to be a woman doctor."

The cake on Watson's fork almost fell to the ground. He didn't expect Cynthia to be such a thoughtful girl.

"Wow, there are not many women in this profession, but Sherlock, you have to admit that they can also do well."

Sherlock didn't miss the subtle expression on Watson's face, "She's not suitable for you, Watson. Miss Crawley is not a little nurse who would date you."

"Pay attention to your wording. It's just a normal conversation between friends, not a date. Your casual attitude will ruin a girl's reputation."

Well, it's what you say it is.Sherlock didn't continue to argue, he spread his hands with a casual expression.

"No, you met Miss Crawley by chance today. It is correct to deduce that she wants to study medicine. How do you know that she is a feminist?"

It was rare for Watson to detect a flaw in Sherlock's words, and he would not have spoken so decisively unless there were other things.

Sherlock, bent over on the sofa and flipping through his pipe, didn't answer Watson immediately. He gestured to wait, and then found his pipe from the sofa in the kitchen.

Watson reminded him helplessly: "You took it to the bathroom yesterday, remember? I reminded you not to do that."

Sherlock suddenly realized, and walked quickly to the bathroom.He sat back on the sofa with a pipe in his mouth, put tobacco into the pipe with one hand, and struck a match with the other.

"Sure enough, I still prefer pipes. What did you ask, oh, Miss Crawley. Yes, her attitude changed a bit quickly. When I saw me today, she originally planned to come directly, not because she wanted to avoid Man, I guess she'll be telling her family about her studies soon. She's not an avoidant character, it's because of my attitude towards women. Obviously Miss Crawley thinks I should give women more respect and trust .”

The smell of tobacco wafted into the air, and if it wasn't for the outside air, it might have been even worse. Watson must open the window to get some air.

But now Watson could only wave his hand to let the smoke dissipate in front of his eyes, so as not to pollute his cake.After hearing Sherlock's answer, he said, "It sounds like you have a good opinion of Miss Crawley."

Hearing this, Sherlock stopped smoking, and he put the pipe on the armrest of the chair and knocked it.

"She is indeed a bit smart, although she is not a lady in the traditional sense, but it is a new century, isn't it? So yes, I have a good opinion of her."

Sherlock saw an awakening in Cynthia, and choosing what to learn by herself was definitely not the first time she had this kind of struggle with her family.

Sherlock knew from the first meeting that her goals were different from those of the other sisters in the family.Cynthia's interests were all in science, as could be seen from their previous correspondence.She has dabbled in different aspects of mathematics, chemistry, physics, etc., and she is by no means ignorant.This is a normal thing for a gentleman, they need to take responsibility for social development.

And Cynthia is very observant, seeing the big picture from a small point.Putting it this way, it seems that she has the potential to become a detective after some training, but it's a pity that she doesn't have this ambition.

Sherlock wondered what surprises this girl would bring him in the future.

The author has something to say: Today is the last day of 2018~Tomorrow is 2019, time flies so fast, have you achieved your 2018 goals?The stupid author is still working hard. I couldn't lose weight today, and I gained eight catties in one winter.There is no such thing as sudden wealth. After all, a stupid author is someone who does not even buy lottery tickets, so sudden wealth is impossible.

Anyway, I wish the little angels happy every day in 2019

In addition, thanks to Jun Rupei for throwing mines, thank you cute