[Comprehensive] Sherlock Holmes

002.

"Are you sure?" The elderly woman frowned and asked her, her eyes still had a kind of gentleness left over from the honing of time, her manner was elegant, with a kind of oriental restraint that was different from ordinary people "Are you sure you want to be with me?" ..." She glanced at Mr. Holmes who was standing at the door with his back turned, "shared rent?"

She seemed to have no liking for Mr. Holmes—to be honest, Jian Ruo was really curious about what he had done to make this lady express her displeasure so clearly.

Jian Ruo also hesitated for a while, she involuntarily glanced at someone over there who seemed to be getting impatient, looked at the slightly irritable curly hair, sighed deeply, and hesitated even more, but when she fingered Touching the thickness of the wallet in his pocket, he made up his mind instantly: "I'm sure."

Sunshine, breeze, garden, beautiful day.

Suitable for signing contracts.

Yes, exactly that.Jian Ruo repeatedly emphasized in her heart.Sharing is nice, isn't it?

"Little girl, I have to give you a piece of advice." The old woman sighed, her expression worried, "This is not a good roommate. This Mr. Holmes was about to rent my house before, but he really didn't like it. He is likable, even if I only got along with him for less than 10 minutes, I can easily see that he is indifferent by nature - the ancients said that a million dollars buys a house and a thousand dollars buys a neighbor, and neighbors have to choose carefully, let alone co-tenants? Especially four Years, living together will inevitably look up and see you down, do you really stop thinking about it?"

consider?

How to think about it?

With her meager funds?She used to have proud self-esteem, and she used to have the capital to not want to live with others - but those are all things in the past, and it has been so long that people can't recall the hypocrisy when they were young.

Jian Ruo laughed: "No, thank you, I have already decided. This Mr. Holmes may be indifferent by nature, but it is precisely because of this that he is suitable to be an ordinary roommate. I have already considered it very clearly." She rolled up and down With long hair on his shoulders, avoiding the old lady's questioning gaze, that Mr. Holmes had already left the door frame he was leaning against, and stood watching with great interest in the garden.He doesn't care about people—obviously, Jian Ruo even thinks that to him, a person may not be as worthy of concern as a beetle in the garden.

But maybe for Jian Ruo, this is a good thing.

The old woman did not speak any more.She stared at Jian Ruo with her deep, pure black eyes, just like looking at a child - in this former empire where the sun never sets, they looked so similar.She has skin, eyes, hair the same color as her.

People in this country always have an inexplicable sense of commonality among each other, and once they are far away from their homeland, it becomes very obvious.She grabbed Jian Ruo's hand and patted her, as if she was comforting the girl who came alone to bring her to a foreign country, and also as if she traced her own figure from her.

what is that?The slowly flowing Thames River, the girl from the far east, the frightened eyes, the young handsome blond man.

Some stories have not had time to start, and some stories have already come to an end.

It's all over.

The old woman carried her bag and left with the reception staff arranged by her son. The quiet street was buoyed by the wind. The wind gently lifted her black hair, revealing the flashing blue light in her ears. The old woman stopped Footsteps, raised his hand to caress his temples.

Those were a pair of old, but very soft hands.

She turned her head and looked at the house for the last time. The young girl and her co-tenant had already entered the place where she used to live, and her first and last memories were kept there. people.

……

Jian Ruo watched the old lady go away, turned around and entered the door, only to find that her co-tenant had disappeared into the living room.A few quarters of an hour ago he was still standing there, carefully inspecting the future territory - he looked like a cat.

"Mr. Holmes?" She asked in surprise.

No echo.

Jian Ruo frowned, and suddenly had a bad premonition, which told her that maybe she had made an unwise decision.Probably not, she comforted herself, no matter how bad the roommate is, where can it go?It's just sharing a living room and kitchen, as long as she avoids the time when the other party goes out and goes home sooner or later, it will be considered that they don't get along well——

Even if you don't get along well, you won't have any troubles.

Jian Ruo took the suitcase and walked into the bedroom she had already set her eyes on, and began to organize her things.

In fact, there was nothing in the suitcase, just a change of clothes, an English version of "Utopia" with densely packed small characters on sticky notes, a pen, an admission notice, a notebook, and a backpack.

nothing else.The entire suitcase is empty, like the memory of its owner is empty.

It's not that Jane Ruo doesn't want to take it, but that this body has nothing, and even the suitcase was bought with the compensation for the demolition of the room she lived in when she woke up - this is already her entire net worth.It sounds so pitiful, but it's still TOEFL, so I don't have to worry about what to bring when I clear my luggage.The dilapidated room used her whole body to explain what "a house with four walls" is. She felt that memory was like a nightmare.

Thinking of the amount of money in the account, although it was considerable, she had already spent part of the remaining money that was not optimistic because she came to England, and she pressed her temple with a headache.

How to do it?This money can not sustain her future life.Although a foreign country can make her avoid some things, but the embarrassment of money is even more sad.Maybe she can go to work, and the school's grants and scholarships are also things that must be applied for.

She sighed deeply, deeply feeling that a penny can't kill a hero, took out her notebook, and simply listed out a schedule of things to do.Jian Ruo bit the tip of her pen and thought for a long time, then she was lost in thought, with a "click"——

The door was pushed open.

Jane Ruo looked back in surprise, it was that Mr. Holmes.

He maintained an unfathomable posture, standing there with a height of nearly 1.8 meters, arms folded, giving people a strange sense of oppression.

"Jane." He scanned the room indifferently, and finally focused on Jian Ruo, "I think we need to divide... the place of belonging."

"...How did you get in?!" Jian Ruo didn't listen to him, and looked at him with unbelievable eyes, "I locked the door obviously!"

"Oh." Sherlock replied blankly, "You'd better come out quickly, we need to solve some problems urgently."

He closed the door.

Jane Ruo: "..."

... She may have made a wrong decision.

Jian Ruo walked out with a headache, thinking that she should change the lock... Great, just adding insult to injury, another expense!

Sherlock Holmes has been sitting on the sofa for a long time, holding a cup of coffee, facing a computer, as if searching for something. ——By the way, when will there be extra computers?She clearly remembered that this Sherlock Holmes didn't take anything when he came.

"I suggest that you don't need to waste a useless expenditure, given your poor financial situation." Without turning his head, he stretched out the hand holding the coffee cup to Jian Ruo accurately, "A cup of coffee."

...excuse me? ? ?

"I have to remind you, Mr. Holmes." Jian Ruo crossed her arms and looked at him with an unhappy expression, "I am your co-tenant, not your servant." She temporarily ignored the other party's first speech In a word.

Well, Sherlock turned his head impatiently, glanced at Jian Ruo, thought for a while, and added reluctantly, "A cup of coffee...please."

Jane Ruo: "..."

She took the cup and placed it heavily on the mahogany table, then looked down at Mr. Sherlock Holmes sitting on the sofa: "We need to talk, sir."

What are we talking about?

Of course it’s not about life or ideals.

In addition to this beautiful and unreal thing in life, there are some things that we must consider, which are not beautiful.

"What?!...Why should I be responsible for making coffee for you and washing cups?!"

"2/3 of the rent." Sherlock took out the violin.

"But who knows how much coffee you drink a day???" Jian Ruo shook the contract in her hand.

"2/3 of the rent." Sherlock put on the violin, closed his eyes, and played a tune.

"...No, no, no, it can't be like this. Just ask me to do these things, what the hell is [you must obey Party A's instructions whenever and wherever you want]?! Am I your servant?" Jian Ruo wanted to expose this line Character.

"Oh, Jane. You know, that's two-thirds of the rent."

"Yes, 2/3 of the rent, but can 2/3 of the rent make me give up my status as an equal to you, and become your servant?! Is it possible that a Isn’t human freedom and dignity the most precious thing he possesses in his life? Could it be that I!—an aspiring young man who traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to seek knowledge and thirst for knowledge, came here just for this damn 2/3 Rent, for your servant?"

impassioned.

Sherlock had already stopped the movement of his hands, blinked: "...Okay. Boring human rights theory——" He turned his head reluctantly, "allright... 3/4 of the rent."

Jian Ruo choked up.

Come on, use messages to hurt each other!

Oh yes, what time are you used to reading articles?What time will I post tomorrow's double update?