Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Some people passed Christmas without any risk, such as Clara; some people got into big trouble at Christmas, such as Louise.

"Hi, is this Miss Louise?"

In the middle of the night, Louise picked up the phone and only heard this drunken voice. She took the phone from her ear and took a look. The caller ID was indeed the polite lawyer Winslow in her impression. curious.

"Lawyer Winslow? Oh my God, how much did you drink," Louise asked. "Where are you? I'm calling Clara."

At the mention of this name, Attorney Winslow was heartbroken: "Dear Miss Louise, I am sorry to disturb your sleep, but I have to say-she is a heartless person, she promised to be with me not long ago , and later told me that she likes you, but when I visited her grocery store just now, I saw her talking and laughing with a man in a long trench coat!"

Louise caught the key point very accurately: "Clara said she likes me?"

"...God, Louise," Winslow was shocked, "don't you know about this?"

Uh, just kidding, she really doesn't know, and I'm sorry, with Clara's character, most of these words are meant to tease people.But considering the mood of the lovelorn on the other end of the phone, um... maybe it would be much better to have someone to accompany him to break up with him?

So Louise chose to keep silent and asked other questions: "Then where are you now, Mr. Winslow?"

Feeling the cold wind blowing, Winslow was surrounded by a lot of people rushing to celebrate the festival. He quietly sadly said in the crowd: "By the Thames."

"Tell me the exact address! I'll come right over!" Louise said in horror. Winslow's tone sounded like he was about to jump into the river!

Thinking of a gentle and gentle gentleman trying to find a life and death for Clara, combined with Clara's little devil nature, Louise couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor lawyer.In this rush, he forgot how grand the Thames River is during Christmas. Even if Lawyer Winslow couldn't think about it, he didn't have to commit suicide under the eyes of everyone.

This was only realized when Louise was stuck in a traffic jam.

How about... go back now?Louise hesitated. Anyway, nothing serious happened to Winslow, and this is the time for beauty sleep. Is it too late to turn around and go home now?

Then Louise glanced at the convoy behind and the long convoy on the side lane through the rearview mirror, and silently gave up this idea, okay, let's go and comfort the broken-hearted lawyer.

Winslow stood there wholeheartedly waiting to be comforted. When the countdown to the new year was over and the young couples around him began to kiss passionately, he waited for Louise, who had been late.

Louise trotted to the side of Winslow, who was alone among the lovers, and when Winslow turned his head, she leaned into his ear and shouted sincerely, "Don't be overthinking it!"

ah?take things too hard?Winslow looked blank, who said he couldn't think about it?

He scratched his itchy ears, pointed to the Tower Bridge not far away, and smiled: "Is it pretty?"

"..." Passing by here every day, no matter how beautiful it is, I will get tired of looking at it.Considering his feelings, Louise still nodded with dignity, "It looks good."

"Clara is pretty too," he suddenly became sad, "it's a pity that her heart will never belong to me alone."

Louise was silent, and patted his shoulder comfortingly, thinking, it's so cold here at night.

Winslow was still staring at the Thames in silence, as if he had no feeling for the cold. When the couple had dispersed and Louise had a runny nose from the cold, Winslow turned his head and saw Louise's nose was red With flushed cheeks, he said guiltily, "Sorry... I was distracted..."

"It's okay." Louise said righteously.

Then Winslow picked up a thermos cup from his feet, and said hesitantly, "Shall I drink tea? It should still be hot."

This is good!

Louise was also not polite, she took the cup and twisted it. After all, it was already so cold, why are you being polite?However, the lid of the cup was tightly screwed, and it was still attached to the bottle. Winslow's thoughtfulness came into play again. He reached out to take the thermos cup from Louise's hand, unscrewed the stubborn lid, and handed it back to Louise. , the latter looked at him gratefully, and then under the gaze of Winslow's gentle eyes, she held the cup and took one sip after another until she finished drinking.

Louise returned the cup to him with a smile, and said sincerely, "Thank you, Lawyer Winslow."

"I want to thank you." He said with a smile.

"Oh, you're welcome, I hope you don't get angry with Clara. There will be a better partner in the future." Louise replied, although it was really a bad decision to go out in such a cold day, but since she was Pull the ex-boyfriend who has been deeply hurt... If she came to clean up the mess for Clara, then she would be willing, let alone once in a while.

Oh, it's not "no problem" at all.

The next day, Louise caught a cold, which lasted for more than a week and hadn't gotten better.

"My God," Clara was surprised, and asked her on the phone, "how did you catch a cold? Don't you work and rest regularly and live a healthy life?"

"Hey, it's this season after all." Louise answered her, with a strong nasal voice, debating whether to tell her friends about Winslow, but due to Winslow's various instructions yesterday, she finally decided to Instead of talking about it, it turns to something lighter, "Where's my Christmas present?"

"It's been ready for a long time! It's just a bit of an accident at the store." Clara said with a smile, and by the way, she fired a call to a teenager staring at her dumbfounded at the intersection. Obviously, the other party was encouraged and went straight to her small shop come.Seeing that the customer had no intention of turning the corner, Clara put the phone on the table, "Wait for me, there are customers in the store."

Louise sniffed: "You are busy, I have something to do here."

After talking to Louise, Clara stepped forward to tease the young boy, and cheated and tricked him into giving him the goods that hadn't been sold last week.

Hurrying to "attend" Lestrade's press conference, when Sherlock passed by the street corner, he glanced back at the grocery store, and saw a certain proprietress happened to be fooling the teenager with a smile. After a few words, the teenager said Blushing, he took out his wallet...

Sherlock: "..." Some people are really good at making money.

Of course, Clara noticed Sherlock's passing by in a hurry. According to the news in the past two days, he must be going to the police station for a press conference. Between the two months before Christmas and the 21st Century Ripper incident, there were three identical incidents. If the comical Ripper hadn't diverted the focus, the fear these three suicides have brought to people would have made it difficult for everyone to have a good Christmas.

Clara dutifully entered today's detective's itinerary into the file, and put the things in the iron cabinet next to the bed and locked them up.After closing the shop door, I planned to go to Charing Street.

On the one hand, she wanted to visit the bookstore on Charing Cross Road before. On the other hand, she bought a set of books there as a gift for Louise. This set of books is the childhood memories of the two of them—ha Collector's Edition of Lippert's Complete Works.

Perhaps this gift is a little childish? ——Ha, childish size!This is the complete set!Collector's Edition!What childishness!This must be the most precious gift in the world!

As the saying goes, a girl who loves to laugh is not bad luck. Clara, who was smiling all the way, arrived just before the closing time of the bookstore on Charing Street.

When she arrived, the bookstore was ready to close.Unlike Clara who can leave the store at any time, this bookstore is really closed.

There is a gray-haired old man inside, staggering and slowly packing up some documents behind the counter, while other things in the store have been emptied, the smell of paper in this quaint bookstore is slowly disappearing, and there is still a set of books on the counter , it was her Harry Potter.

"Sorry..." Clara said in a low voice, but when she saw the benevolent expression on the old man's head, she couldn't help restraining her indecency.

The old man put his glasses back on, then opened a piece of paper, frowned to read the words on it, and said, "Miss Clara Cooper, is that right?"

Clara nodded: "Yes, hello, old sir."

"Oh, congratulations, the last customer in this store." He said with a smile, his voice hoarse, his back hunched, and he knocked on a stack of books next to him, "If you don't mind, I'll move it to you for you." in the car."

"Oh, I'm not driving, it's a taxi, uh... I can do it myself!" Clara immediately stepped forward and took the heavy stack of books into her arms. With the old man's body, she could do it by herself up.

The old man's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he smiled and gave the book to Clara: "Ma'am, I can carry two for you." He stretched out two fingers and said with a smile, "Maybe I can lighten your burden a little." , talk is better than nothing."

The old gentleman's self-cultivation and bearing did not allow Clara to sympathize with him based on subjective impressions.She nodded, and the old man reached out to pick up the two books above, walked out of the shop with Clara, then slowly locked the door, took a last look at the bookstore with nostalgia, and walked towards the main road.

Clara couldn't help asking: "You... your shop, is it closed?"

"Yes," the old man replied with a smile, "Nowadays people prefer e-books, and this old-fashioned brick-and-mortar bookstore can no longer make a profit..."

"It's a pity." She could only comfort her dryly.

"It doesn't matter if I'm an old man," his voice was vicissitudes and worried, "It's just that most of the books in the store have not been found yet, this..." He shook his head and sighed heavily.

It was probably because the old man had a face that made people want to get close. In short, seeing him in a hurry, Clara felt unbearable. Who knows why Clara, who has always been heartless, would have such a strange feeling.

She had a flash of inspiration: "Sir, I know a man who likes to collect all kinds of books. If you don't mind, maybe I can entrust your books to him at a good price!"

As if she was afraid that the old man would get suspicious, she continued, "His name is Bernard Black. He lives just two blocks away from the south side. He also owns a bookstore. His name is Black Bookstore. You can go and have a look."

The old man didn't seem to know whether to trust her, paused, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, I will go and have a look in person, thank you very much, Miss Cooper—" He showed a suddenly realized expression , "Miss Cooper? Oh, I once mailed you a letter from Dr. Cooper from the United States. I hope it didn't trouble you."

Speaking of this, Clara remembered another purpose of this trip: "It's okay, sir, I had a good chat with Dr. Cooper. Uh... Actually, I have another request, that is, I hope you can tell me his address , so that you don’t need to be a hard-working messenger in the middle.” She blinked.

The old man nodded and smiled, but Clara felt inexplicably seen through by him.

The old man said kindly: "Then, we have helped each other. I introduced a good friend to you. How about you arrange my books for me?"

It was an obvious step, and Clara said kindly: "It's the best of both worlds."

Why don't you want to use Charing Street as a transit point?The reason is very simple, she has long wanted to go all out to fix the opposite Dr. Cooper whose EQ is low to the mantle, but if some wording "accidentally" is found out, then her gentle and considerate image will be fed to the dog up.

The author has something to say: I am finally connected to the timeline in the play. I am happy ︿(￣︶￣)︿