Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]
Chapter 42
The author has something to say:
I don’t know when it started, but on the map of London in my mind, there will always be a place that is highlighted – the grocery store on the corner of Baker Street.
The main reason is of course not the grocery store, but the proprietress - Clara Cooper.
If you want to talk about Ms. Cooper directly, then obviously this kind of feeling is difficult to explain clearly.
Therefore, it is better to start this matter with John Watson.
Before getting to know this roommate, Sherlock's mind was truly full of puzzles and puzzle solving. Of course, his puzzles are not ordinary puzzles, but puzzles that block people's lives.
Every exciting puzzle is the spiritual food he needs to survive-it is not an exaggeration to say that.
Essence, spirit, food, food.
Then one day, when he was running around the streets of London, he suddenly found that his pillow had disappeared again. Either it was a complaint from a neighbor or roommate, or the landlord ordered him to leave. In short, the result was that he needed to find another one. rent a house.
He wouldn't worry about that kind of thing, Clara Cooper would take care of it for her.
Oh, but at this time he didn't realize how useful this proprietress was.
In short...he ushered in a very good-tempered roommate——Dr. Watson.This doctor is somewhat similar to him, a thrill-seeking life and a distaste for the ordinary and uneventful life, so they hit it off, even though it doesn't seem to be the case.
He meant that John Watson was an honorably wounded medic and Sherlock Holmes was a freak.
Soldiers probably have such a charm that their feelings are not like that of most reserved and rigid Englishmen.For example, John Watson is a fiery person, full of emotion, and has a strong sense of compassion, whether for the weak or the freak.
So thank Dr. Watson, he made Sherlock see another world besides solving puzzles. It turns out that life can be full of excitement, and this does not conflict with the abundance of emotions——
Oh, no wonder!
Too many emotions will slow down the speed of the brain and increase the scope of consideration, which will take up a lot of storage space in his mind.
So from the beginning, he hated Dr. Watson's "passionate", oh, this "passionate" is literal, so please don't misunderstand the existence of those non-existent feelings between them like Mrs. Hudson.
However, one thing about Dr. Watson that changed his view of the world was his attitude towards Yao Sulin.
This is a long topic, and a small detail.
At that time, they followed Clara's text message guidance and found Yao Sulin who was performing a tea ceremony in the museum. When he wanted to go forward, he was stopped by Watson.
Watson gestured to Yao Sulin: "Look, isn't this scene beautiful? I think she needs a period of silence."
This is an interesting topic, is the scene beautiful?He didn't know what beauty is. I'm afraid no one in the world can define it exactly. In short, he didn't feel beautiful at all, so Sherlock ignored Dr. Watson's advice and stepped forward to interrupt the tea ceremony performance.
Yao Sulin was surprised when she saw him, the exquisite antique in her hand almost fell to the ground and shattered, he subconsciously caught up with this small teapot with acceleration of gravity.
The teapot felt very good, and he suddenly thought of the "beauty" that Watson said.
In the subsequent investigation, a gunman appeared, and Ben shot him fiercely. He hid behind an antique, had an idea, and yelled at the gunman——
"Be respectful! This is a beautiful cultural relic!"
He admitted that he didn't have any respect at all at the time, and it was purely to interrupt the opponent's shooting. After all, according to Watson, if he admitted that these antiques were beautiful, then he would not have shot them.
The other party actually stopped.
Sherlock didn't feel much about all this at the time. It was only when he sorted out and recalled all this in his mind afterwards that he realized that even a criminal seemed to have his own definition of beauty——
It is true that beauty cannot be defined, but everyone should have their own ideas about "beauty".
He began to try to accept Watson's "passionateness", tried to accept his compassion, and then one night, Clara Cooper stepped into 221b like a thorn, wearing his coat, imitating him lifelike.
It has to be said that when Clara showed her smart side, she looked forward to Shenfei's drunkenness, and she almost concretized his definition of "beauty" to a certain extent-it was herself.
And then, out of some weird state of mind, he decided to take her back to the grocery store himself, and it was from that night that Clara's presence in his life was too strong to ignore.
If you are facing a deceitful friend, then you will be wary of her in every possible way, but if you are facing a deceitful friend with tears all over your face, what kind of mentality will you face her?
Sherlock thought at the time, Clara really looks very good-looking.
He very much hoped that he could often see Clara crying in front of him in the future.
...It's better to cry for him at any time.
Clara said with tears all over her face: "I am a complete liar, tell me, is this statement true or false?"
This question...he cannot answer, because he agrees with this sentence, but if he agrees with this sentence, then this sentence creates a paradox with himself—this seems to have become a philosophical question.
But he thought about the performance of the proprietress that night, she seemed to have lost everything, she ran to him in embarrassment to seek comfort and warmth, and showed him the worst state, even though it was unconscious.
It's kind of cute, even in this state, but she still hasn't forgotten that Sherlock ordered a glass coffee table.
She is licking her wounds.
The lady boss is very hurt...
This cognition was a great breakthrough for him, and he could actually feel Clara Cooper's misery.
Then the image of Clara in his mind became clearer day by day, and he realized how much help this lady boss gave him in the days after he moved to London, how much warmth she carefully gave him, or a cup of tea , or an exhortation.
Why would she do this?
He thought about this question for a long time, until the proprietress did not appear in front of his eyes for a long time, he finally understood one thing in a daze, that is, Clara never told a lie——
She said she liked him very much.
She said it countless times—would telling a lie become true?
In any case, this is really superfluous emotion.
Sherlock couldn't help laughing at the time, but because of this sentence, Clara's face was completely outlined in his mind, no matter how big or small, he could clearly see Clara.
Then he suddenly understood why he had never been able to understand what Clara was doing, because Clara... first of all, she was an emotional person, not much worse than John Watson.
Many of her actions were based on changes in her feelings, which seemed illogical but impeccable, so he could not understand Clara before.
It's just that she is more reserved, and her feelings are hidden under lies.
Clara is good at laughing and telling those unrealistic lies, thinking that this can cover up the truth and her feelings, but obviously she failed. For some reason, no matter how many lies she told, there was one sentence that he could not understand. categorized as a lie.
"I love you, Sherlock."
Her eyebrows, eyes and lips, from hair to spine, are all saying this sentence.
In a trance, Sherlock found that he seemed to have learned how to understand other people's feelings.
Oh—don't say it's Clara's fault, it's Dr. John Watson's credit rather than hers.
Although he can only experience Clara's feelings at present.
The author has something to say:
Well, Clara can die and come back, hey... The male god is yours... QAQ
When it was finally done, I breathed a sigh of relief.
This piece was originally intended to be a side story after the end, but later I thought it would be better to put it in the front, so that Sherlock's feelings for Clara would not be so abrupt, so wait until the end and finish the second half of the chapter!
I don’t know when it started, but on the map of London in my mind, there will always be a place that is highlighted – the grocery store on the corner of Baker Street.
The main reason is of course not the grocery store, but the proprietress - Clara Cooper.
If you want to talk about Ms. Cooper directly, then obviously this kind of feeling is difficult to explain clearly.
Therefore, it is better to start this matter with John Watson.
Before getting to know this roommate, Sherlock's mind was truly full of puzzles and puzzle solving. Of course, his puzzles are not ordinary puzzles, but puzzles that block people's lives.
Every exciting puzzle is the spiritual food he needs to survive-it is not an exaggeration to say that.
Essence, spirit, food, food.
Then one day, when he was running around the streets of London, he suddenly found that his pillow had disappeared again. Either it was a complaint from a neighbor or roommate, or the landlord ordered him to leave. In short, the result was that he needed to find another one. rent a house.
He wouldn't worry about that kind of thing, Clara Cooper would take care of it for her.
Oh, but at this time he didn't realize how useful this proprietress was.
In short...he ushered in a very good-tempered roommate——Dr. Watson.This doctor is somewhat similar to him, a thrill-seeking life and a distaste for the ordinary and uneventful life, so they hit it off, even though it doesn't seem to be the case.
He meant that John Watson was an honorably wounded medic and Sherlock Holmes was a freak.
Soldiers probably have such a charm that their feelings are not like that of most reserved and rigid Englishmen.For example, John Watson is a fiery person, full of emotion, and has a strong sense of compassion, whether for the weak or the freak.
So thank Dr. Watson, he made Sherlock see another world besides solving puzzles. It turns out that life can be full of excitement, and this does not conflict with the abundance of emotions——
Oh, no wonder!
Too many emotions will slow down the speed of the brain and increase the scope of consideration, which will take up a lot of storage space in his mind.
So from the beginning, he hated Dr. Watson's "passionate", oh, this "passionate" is literal, so please don't misunderstand the existence of those non-existent feelings between them like Mrs. Hudson.
However, one thing about Dr. Watson that changed his view of the world was his attitude towards Yao Sulin.
This is a long topic, and a small detail.
At that time, they followed Clara's text message guidance and found Yao Sulin who was performing a tea ceremony in the museum. When he wanted to go forward, he was stopped by Watson.
Watson gestured to Yao Sulin: "Look, isn't this scene beautiful? I think she needs a period of silence."
This is an interesting topic, is the scene beautiful?He didn't know what beauty is. I'm afraid no one in the world can define it exactly. In short, he didn't feel beautiful at all, so Sherlock ignored Dr. Watson's advice and stepped forward to interrupt the tea ceremony performance.
Yao Sulin was surprised when she saw him, the exquisite antique in her hand almost fell to the ground and shattered, he subconsciously caught up with this small teapot with acceleration of gravity.
The teapot felt very good, and he suddenly thought of the "beauty" that Watson said.
In the subsequent investigation, a gunman appeared, and Ben shot him fiercely. He hid behind an antique, had an idea, and yelled at the gunman——
"Be respectful! This is a beautiful cultural relic!"
He admitted that he didn't have any respect at all at the time, and it was purely to interrupt the opponent's shooting. After all, according to Watson, if he admitted that these antiques were beautiful, then he would not have shot them.
The other party actually stopped.
Sherlock didn't feel much about all this at the time. It was only when he sorted out and recalled all this in his mind afterwards that he realized that even a criminal seemed to have his own definition of beauty——
It is true that beauty cannot be defined, but everyone should have their own ideas about "beauty".
He began to try to accept Watson's "passionateness", tried to accept his compassion, and then one night, Clara Cooper stepped into 221b like a thorn, wearing his coat, imitating him lifelike.
It has to be said that when Clara showed her smart side, she looked forward to Shenfei's drunkenness, and she almost concretized his definition of "beauty" to a certain extent-it was herself.
And then, out of some weird state of mind, he decided to take her back to the grocery store himself, and it was from that night that Clara's presence in his life was too strong to ignore.
If you are facing a deceitful friend, then you will be wary of her in every possible way, but if you are facing a deceitful friend with tears all over your face, what kind of mentality will you face her?
Sherlock thought at the time, Clara really looks very good-looking.
He very much hoped that he could often see Clara crying in front of him in the future.
...It's better to cry for him at any time.
Clara said with tears all over her face: "I am a complete liar, tell me, is this statement true or false?"
This question...he cannot answer, because he agrees with this sentence, but if he agrees with this sentence, then this sentence creates a paradox with himself—this seems to have become a philosophical question.
But he thought about the performance of the proprietress that night, she seemed to have lost everything, she ran to him in embarrassment to seek comfort and warmth, and showed him the worst state, even though it was unconscious.
It's kind of cute, even in this state, but she still hasn't forgotten that Sherlock ordered a glass coffee table.
She is licking her wounds.
The lady boss is very hurt...
This cognition was a great breakthrough for him, and he could actually feel Clara Cooper's misery.
Then the image of Clara in his mind became clearer day by day, and he realized how much help this lady boss gave him in the days after he moved to London, how much warmth she carefully gave him, or a cup of tea , or an exhortation.
Why would she do this?
He thought about this question for a long time, until the proprietress did not appear in front of his eyes for a long time, he finally understood one thing in a daze, that is, Clara never told a lie——
She said she liked him very much.
She said it countless times—would telling a lie become true?
In any case, this is really superfluous emotion.
Sherlock couldn't help laughing at the time, but because of this sentence, Clara's face was completely outlined in his mind, no matter how big or small, he could clearly see Clara.
Then he suddenly understood why he had never been able to understand what Clara was doing, because Clara... first of all, she was an emotional person, not much worse than John Watson.
Many of her actions were based on changes in her feelings, which seemed illogical but impeccable, so he could not understand Clara before.
It's just that she is more reserved, and her feelings are hidden under lies.
Clara is good at laughing and telling those unrealistic lies, thinking that this can cover up the truth and her feelings, but obviously she failed. For some reason, no matter how many lies she told, there was one sentence that he could not understand. categorized as a lie.
"I love you, Sherlock."
Her eyebrows, eyes and lips, from hair to spine, are all saying this sentence.
In a trance, Sherlock found that he seemed to have learned how to understand other people's feelings.
Oh—don't say it's Clara's fault, it's Dr. John Watson's credit rather than hers.
Although he can only experience Clara's feelings at present.
The author has something to say:
Well, Clara can die and come back, hey... The male god is yours... QAQ
When it was finally done, I breathed a sigh of relief.
This piece was originally intended to be a side story after the end, but later I thought it would be better to put it in the front, so that Sherlock's feelings for Clara would not be so abrupt, so wait until the end and finish the second half of the chapter!
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