Baker Street Grocery Store [Comprehensive]

Just do it.

A few days later, Clara came by herself in a pickup truck. Yes, there was a Christmas tree in it. She hummed a little tune, thinking that the tree in her house must be the most beautiful tree, and the big pine tree in the opposite shop Clara glanced contemptuously several times.

"Mom," the little girl in the jewelry store asked timidly, "Why does the aunt in the grocery store look at us like that?"

The proprietress of the jewelry store said coldly: "Go crazy."

Clara naturally didn't know how she was being talked about, and she was still excited. She dragged the Christmas tree out of the car with difficulty, wiped off the ashes on her face and the dirt between her fingers, and then began to look at the beautiful Little Pine was worried, she dug this tree secretly from the woods in the suburbs in the middle of the night, and it was not easy to drag it home, so now she had to show off her muscles on the street?

No, no, no, absolutely not, this is too inconsistent with her image!

Clara thought for a while, took out her phone, and looked through the address book. There were quite a few options to choose from, but it was unlikely that anyone would be able to help her move the tree at this juncture when all the people were preparing for the holiday...

The passion that was finally summoned was like a basin of cold water being poured down at this moment, making her and the little pine tree shivering on Baker Street.

……All right.

Since she had been paying attention to Clara, the little girl in the jewelry store suddenly changed her face when she saw this scene: "Mom! Look! Auntie in the grocery store is amazing!"

When the proprietress of the jewelry store who was tending the Christmas tree turned her head, she was dumbfounded by the strange scene on the opposite street—is that woman a monster?What is that on her shoulder?Christmas tree?Then how to explain her usually weak look?Pretend?Oh, God!How easy it is to carry a Christmas tree into it!

Probably an illusion, Clara felt that the noisy street was silent for a moment, and she could still hear the scream of the little loli in the opposite shop: "Mom! Is that aunt a mutant!"

Girl, Marvel has hurt you a lot.

And—who is the name of the aunt?Does she look so old?

Clara complained, but her heart was bleeding for her image that was gone forever.

Planting the Christmas tree randomly in the pile of dirt in the store, she immediately ran out and drove the truck to the suburbs.I sincerely hope that after she returns this borrowed car, the people on the street can forget about the little farce just now, and she can still retain a good image!

It's better if the handsome guy you pick up doesn't say to her, "Hey buddy, can I see your muscles?"

Thinking of the handsome guy, Clara felt a subtle feeling of rejoicing in her heart. Fortunately, Mr. Holmes was not there. This handsome guy didn't treat her as a woman in the first place. If she saw the scene just now, I'm afraid her gender will completely become a male...

However, Clara didn't notice that there was a gentleman waiting for the bus on the opposite street. His long black windbreaker and curly hair were his most vivid business cards.

After watching the whole process of the proprietress carrying the Christmas tree into the house, Sherlock stared at the van that was almost fleeing in a panic. The only feeling she had was—as a mutant, maybe she couldn’t say it yet, but a transgender person is... well, it’s debatable.

Clara has become so mysterious that he has doubts about her gender.This lady boss is not simple, definitely not simple.

In the afternoon, when Clara returned to the store, she was holding a lot of strange lights and ornaments. She was wriggling with a large package of Christmas tree decorations. From a distance, it seemed that a Christmas tree was moving, and the picture was very interesting.

"Mom! Auntie in the grocery store is—" The little girl in the jewelry store opposite screamed again, and then said after a pause, "Uh, crazy?"

"Stay away from her." Mom gave a wise answer again.This kind of freak with a pretty face will always give people a very dangerous feeling. The best way is to watch from a distance to ensure that you will not be involved in this kind of person's world.

"But Mom..." The little girl raised her head, blinked her eyes, frowned, and said in confusion, "She looks like she needs help, why don't we help her?"

"Even though she looks like she needs help, she's actually thinking 'everyone get away from me', so let's not mess with her, baby, shall we?"

The little girl nodded with a vague understanding.

This is how most people treat freaks, neither to stop nor to blend in.As Sherlock had previously been shunned, Clara was honored to receive the same service.

Of course, Clara still doesn’t know all this, and is putting stars on the top of the small pine tree with great difficulty, and hanging red stockings on the door. Too harmonious, but it looks funny and cute.

After she hummed Christmas carols and happily finished her work, she suddenly found that there was no one around her, the sky had already darkened, the next day was Christmas, and all the shops were closed.Only the closed residential houses on the street exuded a long, gentle light... So, in the end, she couldn't find anyone to spend Christmas with her... She became a veritable empty-nester Clara.

Sitting in front of the Christmas tree, the house was silent.

Behind her, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps, approaching her slowly, her eyes froze, she immediately tensed up, pretending not to notice, when the footsteps behind her stopped, she silently counted a few Counting, then suddenly jumped aside, looked back, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"It is you……"

"Uh, yes," Attorney Winslow withdrew his hand, and wanted to hug her gently from behind, but at this moment he could only put it back in his pocket in embarrassment, "Sorry, I have been on a business trip before, and I received Louise's Only then did I know that you spent Christmas alone."

Clara had an epiphany: "So, it was Louise who asked you to come back with me for Christmas?"

"Although she meant it, I came here voluntarily." Lawyer Winslow said firmly, "I'd be happy to come with you."

It wasn't until today that Clara was moved by Winslow's pursuit, she felt good about it, and her expression eased. Just as she was about to speak to break the silence, she heard Winslow's lawyer continue to say——

"I know, you are actually willing to go home with Louise," he said with a look of righteousness, "but your relationship can't be exposed in front of her parents, right? Don't be sad, it's destiny A good relationship will also have hardships, and you will be happy in the end!"

Clara: "..." What a big bowl of chicken soup, but you will lose your Clara forever.

Looking at Winslow again, his eye sockets are a little moist. I don't know if he was "moved" by this love, or because he is angry because Xiaojiaohua, who has been chasing after him for so long, has a female sexual orientation.Clara reckoned that perhaps there was more of an element of emotion.

The atmosphere is very good, and the gentleness of lawyer Winslow can still play a comforting role when a certain Jiaohua is in a low mood.Winslow hurried in and out, while Clara sat barefoot in front of the Christmas tree. This scene was so warm that Clara, who had never enjoyed such happiness before, felt a little elated.

Winslow handed over a cup of tea with a smile, and she also took it dazedly, the teacup touched her lips, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Wait - knock on the door?Huh?Who is outside?Who closed the door again?When did the door close?

A series of questions brought Clara back to her senses, put the cup aside, and wanted to answer the door, but when she got up, her feet inevitably went numb, and she accidentally kicked over the cup of tea.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Winslow!" Clara quickly squatted down to tidy up, but such a squatting action inevitably made people dizzy, she staggered a little, and Winslow supported her.

"You'd better open the door," Winslow said helplessly, "I'll clean up the cups."

Clara smiled apologetically, walked to the front of the shop and opened the door.

She opened the safety locks one by one, muttering to herself why so many locks were locked, was it because of Winslow's extreme insecurity?Or for some other reason...

As soon as she opened the door, the cold air from outside forced in, which made her feet feel a little cold, and then her whole body was cold. She looked down at her pink and round toes, and couldn't help but fell into deep doubts.

"Clara?" The pleasant low voice brought her back to her thoughts.

Clara raised her head sharply, and happened to see Sherlock looking down at her, frowning slightly, and pursing his beautiful lips, as if he was curious or complaining, the long windbreaker was opened, unconsciously helping her to block Lots of cold wind.

God, Sherlock!

How to do this?

In a panic, Clara slammed the door shut.

Sherlock outside the door felt helplessness and mania from the bottom of his heart. In such a cold day, she actually closed the door?What does she want to do?

Clara's thinking is much simpler and rougher. Now she is wearing an ugly nightdress, with ugly toes exposed, and ugly hair. It's not necessarily a feeling of beauty, she forced herself to comfort herself like this... But that's not the point!Look inside the house—

She has a lawyer Winslow in her family now!

What if Sherlock, like his old neighbor Blake, thinks that she is a lady with a rough private life!

As a result, the favorability obtained by Lawyer Winslow's hard work returned to before liberation in a second.

Maybe the next chance to brush up favorability can only wait for next year's Christmas.

There was another knock on the door, and Sherlock's raised voice came through the door: "Clara, open the door! It's cold outside!"

"Oh, good!" Clara replied loudly, her brain was still running fast, how can this situation be reversed?let him go?How can it be!How rare!Sherlock is visiting her at night!That's Sherlock who looks like a dead fish under her teasing!Today is the holiday, sweethearts!

... You may not believe it, but today is indeed a holiday.

"Clara!" Sherlock urged again, adding, "I'm leaving!"

"No no no—" Clara immediately opened the door after hearing this.

Sherlock stopped and turned around again. Clara was still a little panicked, and looked at him very unreservedly. She almost wrote "Don't go" on her face, which was completely different from her usual calm teasing him.

He was about to say something, but he saw a tall man wearing an apron suddenly appearing behind Clara—that is, in her shop, and asked suspiciously, "Who is outside?"

Clara: "..."

Now this situation hit her as hard as carrying a Christmas tree to every family on the street, and inviting the whole street to watch.

The author has something to say: Winslow: I am the worst one [bye] [bye]