Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

It seems that Cecily hasn't really watched the drama carefully, and the impression in her mind is a bit unclear. The private room on the second floor has a good view and is very comfortable. The snacks in the theater are also very good. Cecily's mood In an instant, it went up several points, and the words became more and more.

Originally Browns wasn't interested in drama, and he didn't mean to ask Cecily to talk less and watch movies more. Instead, he asked Cecily to talk more.

At the beginning, Cecily remembered to keep her speech speed down, take it slow, be a lady, but when she spoke too much, the essence of 'Larry' came back to her, and she spoke clearly and decisively, which made her look not that ordinary Yes, I always love Miss Cecily who bows her head.

"Did I talk too much?" Cecily was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Cecily," Browns poured tea for Cecily, "I understand you... don't worry."

Such words made Cecily even more embarrassed.

The play was coming to an end, and Cecily finally turned her attention back to the actors on the stage. When the actors closed, they applauded along with the audience.

"happy?"

Amidst the cheers and applause from the audience, Browns' voice still reached Cecily's ears.Cecily knew that they were getting closer, but she didn't know what to say, she just carefully avoided her eyes, and remembered what her brother said.

In fact, maybe it is really suitable.

only……

Involuntarily, she thought of the only husband she ever considered the possibility of marriage, and her feeble and wistful interest could not be suppressed.

She seems to have no idea what love is.Why did you rashly propose marriage in the first place?Thinking about it now... Maybe it's just that the affection is not deep enough.

Holmes didn't keep his eyes there on purpose.

He no longer remembered to judge the level of Mr. Kandel's drama, nor did he have the heart to answer Watson's occasional words. He could see her from his position.

He and Watson are also in a private room on the second floor, just behind Cecily, which means that if Cecily watches the play carefully, she will not look back, while Holmes only needs to pretend to be watching the play , you can see their every move.

She drank tea, talked, ate biscuits, and perhaps smiled, flaunting her white and greasy neck in front of his eyes.

Are they really here for the drama?Then, Holmes thought, Mr. Browns was really noisy enough, and the whole audience kept turning their heads to talk to Sylvester.

"I don't think you like the version starring Kandel?" Watson asked Holmes, raising his voice a little. "I think you seem to be wandering all the time."

Holmes knew that the play was over, and seeing that there was no one in the private room, he thought for a while, and prepared to leave with Watson.

"Actually I may be trapped by another puzzle," he murmured.

"Puzzle? About what?" Watson quickened his pace and followed Holmes' footsteps. When he walked out of the theater, he found his friend stopped. "Holmes?"

Startled by the name, Cecily raised her head, and sure enough, she saw Holmes and Watson looking at her from the top of the steps.

She couldn't see his eyes clearly, but she couldn't help being a little stiff... Then she subconsciously turned her head away slightly.

Browns didn't notice the sudden movement of Cecily looking up, but took out the velvet box and opened it: "I hope you like it, I think it suits you very well."

It is in the shape of a butterfly, with shiny crystals adorning its thin wings, but it does not hinder its flapping wings.

"I can not……"

She said dryly, her expression and demeanor were completely different from the natural conversation in the private room.

Holmes could see some evasiveness on her face.

She didn't really want to see him, did she?

"Cicily, this is a belated birthday present..." Browns looked at her earnestly, "At least I hope you can bring it with you when we meet next time."

This is indeed an expensive gift, but not so expensive, expensive is the meaning behind it.

"Thank you." She couldn't evade it, so she could only accept it. She still had to ask Leslie how to deal with it. She was getting more and more nervous about what she wanted to say later.

You Qi's eyes stopped on her - she was about to burn.

"Holmes? We should go," said Watson's voice.

This time even Browns heard it. He turned his head and saw his old friend. Subconsciously, he glanced at Cecily again. Cecily lowered her eyes and seemed to be emotionally indiscernible.

Browns moved slightly, and moved closer to her ear: "I will protect my female companion, Cecily."

She didn't expect him to get so close suddenly, she was a little frightened, she froze in place and didn't dare to move, her ears turned red quickly.

And everything about her fell into his eyes.

"Long time no see, Mr. Holmes," Browns straightened up and greeted Holmes calmly. He originally wanted Cecily to join him, but Cecily shook her head slightly and refused to approach. "I didn't expect to see you again in the theater today." . . . Is this your biographer, Dr. Watson? I have read your recent story in the paper."

How could Holmes fail to see her gesture of resistance?But he just smiled slightly and introduced the descendant of the duke to Watson: "Doctor Watson, this is Mr. Browns whom Sylvester and I met when we solved the case in Green Village. He is the Duke of Browns. little son."

He was emphasizing his relationship with Cecily.

Browns' face changed: "Dr. Watson, I've heard of you for a long time."

Watson was very surprised. He had heard the reputation of the Duke of Browns, and couldn't help respecting it. He took off his gloves and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Browns."

The meeting between the two was amicable.

"Mr. Browns didn't come to see the play alone, did he?" Holmes asked knowingly, with no emotion in his tone, but his eyes always focused on the woman standing beside the carriage.

"My female companion doesn't seem to be willing to come over to say hello," Browns tactfully said, "She's a bit too shy on weekdays, please forgive me, two gentlemen."

Would he not understand her?

Holmes forced a laugh out of his nasal cavity, his eyes no longer concealed, and he fixed on the slender figure not far away.

She is nervous.

This was the first time he had seen her dressed up after getting acquainted with her, but she was there to meet someone else—now it was a brooch, next time it was a ring?

He was angry inside, but he didn't want to show it to Browns.

Sometimes this is the case, although he still doesn't understand what he feels in his heart, but he has already developed a possessive desire.

She should be standing by her side, no matter what she is dressed in or what her identity is.

"Such shyness on a lady will make her more amiable, won't it?" Watson was a little confused about Holmes' emotions, and just smoothed things over, "Then, Holmes and I are going back to Baker. Street..."

Holmes turned sharply to Watson.

Watson didn't understand what it meant, and he was not sure whether he should continue.

"Yes, it's time to go back," said Holmes, sulking for some reason in his heart, but he was still a polite gentleman on the surface, and he raised his voice a little. "Then, I wish you all the best, Mr. Browns, by the way. That dear lady...Miss Sylvester...deliver my best wishes, and farewell, Mr. Browns."

The moment she was called, Cecily froze.

Before he left, his eyes swept over the box in her hand for the last time.

Cecily was listening, feeling a little flustered, but she couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was. She just felt itchy and uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling in her heart. She quietly shifted her gaze to the three standing over there. Gentleman, there is no past after all.

So be it, that was the default at the beginning, she would always be that Larry Sylvester.

However, my heart is uncomfortable.

Browns quickened his pace, returned to Cecily's side, helped Cecily into the carriage, and her figure disappeared from the eyes of Holmes and Watson.

"Holmes, do you know that lady?" Watson asked tentatively, as if he felt a subtle aura.

"I should know him." Holmes replied indifferently, stopped another carriage without paying attention to Watson's words.

Yes, he should have known each other. Sitting in the carriage, he couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the cane. He actually imagined how she stood in front of him with her head bowed nervously and shyly. What clothes was she wearing that day?What accessories did you bring?How long was her hair at that time?He didn't remember it at all, and maybe his real impression of this man started when Larry Sylvester showed up.

Yes, he should have recognized her long ago, but he refused to admit it.

Yes, he actually thought of it a long time ago, but he forced himself not to think about it, and forced himself to deliberately ignore that possibility.

So now, will she stand in front of other men with the same expression?No, she's not going to propose to anyone again, but what if it's Browns?If Browns knows her identity as a man but can still accept her existence and ask her to marry him, will she refuse?

Holmes realized that his thoughts were completely confused.

Maybe he wouldn't even be able to call her Sylvester anymore.

Those memories about her popped out from every corner of his mind in an instant, as if they were right in front of his eyes.

He seemed unwilling to accept that ending.

on the carriage.

Cecily felt that it would be too late if she didn't say anything, she was a little nervous, and kept rubbing her hand repeatedly on the brooch box.

"What's wrong, nervous?"

Browns looked at her with a smile, as if he understood the entanglement and embarrassment in her heart.

Cecily: ...What should I do? I can't just ask him if you want to propose to me and tell him I'm sorry I have to say no first?But it's not a problem to procrastinate like this?

"Well..." She coughed softly, "Leslie told me you wanted to..."

marry me……

No, no, it's too strange to say that, why don't you tell him directly.

"Well, I mean, I have no intention of falling in love and getting married."

Browns' face was as usual, as if he had considered this possibility a long time ago: "I know you will say that, Cecily, when you are willing to be a medical student, you are different from those people, I know, no matter who In front of you, you are hard to shake, especially after you find out that after becoming a doctor, you can treat so many patients and help so many people get rid of or relieve pain, you really don’t want to confine yourself to marriage , but even so... I am willing to tolerate your status as a doctor, and I am still willing to marry you."

Such a promise is too touching.

The author has something to say: Cecily is so timid that she doesn't even dare to say hello.As a result, Fu saw the whole person from beginning to end.

I wonder if Lao Fu can see the measurements under the padding (cross out)

People like Lao Fu just want to be stimulated. I think he just doesn't want to think about some problems, but if he is touched by the scene or something pushes him to face it, he can quickly understand his thoughts.

soon? ...I'm a little skeptical...

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