[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

"Yes. In Modly Place."

Although the subordinate was afraid of his moodiness, he still answered dutifully.

"With a wild man who doesn't know where he came from?" He sneered, the anger in his tone was undisguised and hard to hide.

"...It's the violinist who attended today."

In a way, the violinist hooks up your guy for what you pay him.

The subordinate chose to swallow these words in his stomach.

Arthur snorted coldly, "You go down first, after the banquet is over, I will personally bring the person back... No," he hesitated for a few seconds, then changed his words and said, "I'd better go tomorrow. She must be tired after going back so late, don't Disturb her rest."

"Yes."

***

The night at Modly Square is always extraordinarily lively.

It was the first time Annie saw such a bustling night.She was busy working and studying before, and occasionally passed by these squares in a hurry, looking tired, how could she be in the mood to pay attention to these scenery?After that, it's not like I haven't seen more lively nights, but those are full of hypocrisy and have nothing to do with her.

There are mostly young couples and children in the square, the laughter mixed with the singing of wandering artists, it is noisy and beautiful.

Isidor grabbed her hand to avoid being scattered by the crowd.

There was a hint of helplessness between his brows, which made him look even more melancholy and affectionate.

Annie looked back at him and couldn't help laughing: "Isidore, you will never starve to death with this face."

After hearing this, he just pampered her by straightening out the broken hair blown away by the night wind, "Then I have to thank Miss Anne for giving me a meal for the sake of this face."

"Let's talk about it when I can support myself." She waved her hand, tilted her head and said, "Speaking of which, I asked you for help because I thought you were good-looking."

At the beginning, she fled in a hurry, hurt her foot, and was penniless, and there were people chasing her everywhere.She had no choice but decided to seek help from Isidor who was passing by.

Isidor's dress has never looked like a good boy, with strange hair color, sparkling earrings, and punk-style clothing.

Annie thought he was a gangster from some London neighborhood.This also proves that Xiang Isidor is really the only choice in desperation.

Of course, being good-looking is not a necessary condition for seeking help, and good-looking people may be more terrifying and dangerous.Annie understood this early on.

What's more, she was not in the mood to pay attention to his appearance at that time, and Isidor was her only choice at that time.But she still likes to say it.

Because out of intuition, she thought that this person was trustworthy at first glance, even though it had nothing to do with appearance.It turns out that her decision was not wrong.

"Ah. Does this mean that I should thank God for giving me such a reliable face?" He raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"I don't believe in God."

As she spoke, she couldn't help looking away, her blushing face couldn't hide her embarrassment, and she hurriedly changed the subject, "Look! Over there, Isidor, there's a performance, let's go over there."

Isidor let her pull him to trot towards the other side of the square, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area.

Is it an illusion?Those invisible sights.

The square is crowded with young couples like them cuddling each other and whispering intimately; children holding fireworks sticks or balloons, moving through the crowd nimbly; elderly couples walking hand in hand on the square with crutches, stopping occasionally Look at the children running by; a young painter is painting on the spot, surrounded by various people, and occasionally a few small whispers erupt from it.

The night is low all around, and the stars are gentle.

A small corner on the other side of the square was packed with people.It's also a little quieter than other places.Before he entered, Isidor heard the sound of a violin.

He immediately recognized that it was "Serenade".He smiled. In fact, it was quite suitable for the occasion, but the level of the performers can only be said to be unsatisfactory.

Hmm... It's a lot worse than his incompetent little junior sister.

After a song was played, there was warm applause from all around. With a happy smile on Annie's face, she also applauded vigorously with everyone.

Forget it, those mispronunciation can be ignored... as long as she is happy.

Isidor looked at the woman next to her who exuded joy from the bottom of his heart, smiled sincerely, and even yelled "Encore" twice with the onlookers.

Annie stopped clapping her hands and looked at him with disgust, "What are you, a professional violinist, doing here to join in the fun?"

"Annie, is this considered professional discrimination?" He deliberately sighed and made a sad expression.

"I don't." After she finished speaking, she thought of something, rolled her eyes, and smiled slyly, "Great violinist, how about a song?"

She raised her chin and gestured.

so cute.He couldn't help bending his lips.

The front of them is the center of the circle.

The performer seemed to have heard their conversation, and he walked up to Isidor with high spirits, "Sir, would you like to play a song? This is the most romantic confession for your beautiful girlfriend."

The onlookers let out a burst of exclamation, and their eyes fell on him.I don't know who started the coaxing first, a bunch of people shouted in unison, "Let's have a song!"

Annie was also very interested in this, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Go ahead. I haven't heard your performance yet!"

"Of course, of course, my most beautiful girlfriend." He took the violin with a smile and glanced at her.

Annie blushed and did not deny their relationship.

Isidore didn't choose any showy songs, so he played the simplest etude.

After all, he is a violinist who became famous in his youth, and his level is right there.After finishing playing, the crowd burst into warm applause, voices shouting "Encore" one after another, and many even shouted "One more song."

"Don't play another song?"

The previous player took over the violin, his eyes full of appreciation and admiration.

Although it is the simplest piece of music, it can also be heard with profound skill.

Isidor shook his head and refused, took Annie's hand, and said with a smile: "After all, I would not choose this way to confess."

When Annie heard this, the blush that hadn't subsided climbed up again, and she didn't dare to look at the teasing eyes of others, she just looked down at the floor tiles under her feet, and tried to break her hand out of Isidor's hand, but was grabbed even tighter.

The performer smiled knowingly, "I wish you happiness."

"Thank you."

"Let's go. There seems to be a donut seller over there, shall we buy one?"

Regardless of the classical music lovers who seemed to have recognized him behind him, Isidor took Annie to avoid the crowd.

She sneaked a glance at Isidor's exquisite profile, then turned her gaze back guiltily, and stared straight ahead.

If, if... it keeps going like this, it seems to be fine.

***

Krista rested her forehead on her hand, watching the bidding in the arena coldly.The rich Arab businessman Sherlock had spoken to had already photographed three "birds".

The asking price was in ounces of gold, and the price surged minutes faster than the second hand on the dial.

Sherlock tapped lightly on the table.

[Tonight these "birds" will be sent to the buyer's home. ]

She was thinking about where the "bird" was placed.

Among the three ancient castles belonging to the Byrd family, only one is open to the public, one is used as the daily residence of the Byrd family, and the other is here.

The place open to the public is not in London, and it is obviously impossible to send it to the place where the buyer is staying overnight.On the contrary, the house of the Byrd family is more likely, and it is much safer for them to keep it under their noses.

But knowing it is actually useless.She can't save them.

If you act rashly, you will only startle the snake.

Bear with me a little longer.

She left four deep crescent marks on her palm.

She calmed down and replied to Sherlock unhurriedly: [Yes. ]

Until the end of the auction, the Bird family owner never appeared again.The male and female servants separated on both sides, silently sending the guests away.

Krista took Sherlock's hand and looked back thoughtfully.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked softly.

"No, I just think the moonlight is really good tonight."

Krista stared at the flowing scene outside the car window, and Sherlock felt a little strange with her calm demeanor.

But he only raised his eyebrows and didn't ask any more questions.

Krista wouldn't answer him.She is in a bad mood.The great detective keenly analyzed this point, without saying a word all the way.

Mycroft's driver drove them back to Baker Street.

After exiting the car door, Christa, who was only wearing an off-the-shoulder dress, flinched subconsciously.But she didn't respond to it.

Sherlock glanced at her, moved his fingers slightly, and opened the door of 221B. It was pitch black inside, and Mrs. Hudson had already fallen asleep.

"Let's go."

"Sherlock." There was silence all around, she stood under the deep night, and suddenly called his name softly.

He turned back.

The girl's face was bathed in the moonlight, and she tried her best to smile a little, "Can I... can I give you a hug?"

"...Okay." After a short silence, under the silent and desolate moonlight, he heard his answer.

She threw herself into his arms, and Sherlock, who was rarely so close to people, looked down at her soft hair with a little helplessness.

Does she... want comfort?Mr. Detective thought with some uncertainty.

The slender fingertips tightly grasped his sleeve, leaving deep finger marks on it.

"sorry Sorry……"

In the very beginning of fate, her existence may have been a mistake.The only two people who loved her died because of her, and she could only watch from the sidelines, not even qualified to live a good life for them.

And even now, she is still helpless in the face of the fate controlled by the bird breeder, just like before.

The death in her previous life made her finally escape from the cage, but it also prevented her from flying out of the cage forever.

Birds that have been kept in captivity for too long have long since lost the strength to spread their wings and fly out of the cage.

There was a slight weeping tone in her voice that you would miss if you didn't listen carefully.

Christa's extremely suppressed emotions finally collapsed, and the barrier set up by her will was full of cracks, and a single tear was enough to crush her.

She even subconsciously switched back to Chinese.

He can understand the most commonly used Chinese.

Of course that wouldn't be what he said.

He let his thoughts go blank for an extremely rare moment, and then felt the cloth on his chest wet.

He soon realized that it was tears.

……

She's... crying?

After a long time, no, he knew that in reality it was only 1 minute.

Christa raised her head from his arms, looked up at him, and for the first time clearly reflected his appearance in those eyes that were always clouded and inattentive.

At that moment, he saw thousands of hectares of stars shattered, and the brilliance that had traveled hundreds of millions of light years to reach it fell into the boundless darkness.Since then, faith has collapsed, civilization has been barren, and the galaxy has dried up.

Only ashes remain in the eyes.

The sad poetry that I had heard by chance one night when I was studying in Cambridge, but I just dismissed it, suddenly had a true portrayal of the world at this moment.

He suddenly heard the sound of his heart beating.

And he should have been indifferent.

The author has something to say: Fate is unpredictable from now on.

Climb up to fix a typo.

By the way, this is the last manuscript (watching the sky), and the next exams are basically consecutive, so I will try my best to update it in the next few days.But I will be back from the exam on July [-]th.

I hope that friends who like it will collect and comment more, otherwise I always feel that I am in a stand-alone ヾ(＾.^*).

Thank you all.

Small Theater 1:

Krista: I'm not crying.I'm just in a little bit of a bad mood.

Arthur: I'm not cuckolded! I'm the official match! Isidore is a mistress who meddles in other people's feelings. (speechless)

Everyone (with a clear expression): Yes, what you said is correct.How many packs of tissues do you want?

Krista & Arthur: ...

Small Theater 2:

Isidore: Why did I take the script of the miserable hero who was deceived?

Anne: No.Did you get it wrong?

Isidore: Then whose script is this?

Anne: It looks like it's a later scene, and we'll find out when people come.

Arthur: Heh! Do you think your script is better than the miserable hero?You are just the second male lead in a unit drama.