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

Christa didn't take Sherlock to the shopping mall, but walked into an old-fashioned building after turning around in an alley in the small town.

Six floors.

Krista rang the doorbell, and a young girl of eighteen or nineteen years old opened the door when she saw Krista.

"Yuebai??! Didn't you go abroad?"

She jokingly pushed away the girl's pounced body, "Come back for the New Year. Bring a friend here today to buy clothes."

This girl is her classmate in high school, and she is very popular in the class. Even people like Krista who don't like to deal with people too much have a good relationship with her.The girl's home had a store selling men's clothing by the commercial plaza, but it closed early at the end of the year, so Krista brought Sherlock directly to her house.

The girl blinked her eyes, only to see the man standing behind her, with an unhealthy pale complexion, tall and tall, wearing a short dark gray coat, with a sharp expression that is different from ordinary people.

"Boyfriend?" The girl subconsciously blurted out.

Christa: "..." The smile gradually froze.

"No, it's a friend." She revealed it lightly, without much interest in talking about it, "Is there any clothes that suit him?"

"Of course. Come in first." The girl greeted, "My parents are going to pick up my grandparents. There is no one at home, so you can just do whatever you want."

The girl poured tea for them, "Sit down for a while, I'll go and take out the clothes. It just so happens that some new ones have arrived in the past few days, and I haven't had time to bring them to the store."

After the girl walked into the room, Sherlock turned to Christa, "You said I was your first friend."

This may be the case in London, but here she has many friends, and the girl who jumped at her just now is extremely familiar. It is obvious that Christa has a very good relationship with her.

"Ah..." Her thinking was a little sluggish, it took a while to react to this sentence, and she suddenly laughed, "Sherlock, you are different."

Sherlock like this is as cute as a child who is worried about his friend being snatched away.

"You're different." She emphasized again carefully, and there were emotions that Sherlock couldn't see in her drooping eyes.

Sherlock wanted to continue to say something, but the girl had already walked out holding several sealed clothes.

"These are all, you can take a look."

.........

The selection of clothes was faster than Krista thought, probably due to Sherlock's excellent body proportions, Krista happily paid the bill, and the girl returned it to them for the sake of her high school classmates. [-]% off.

"There will be a class reunion in a few days. Do you bring your boyfriend? You are the only one in our class who is going to study abroad. No wonder you were much more relaxed than other classmates when you were in high school." The girl finally sighed , "There may be a time when we can meet again in the future. The opportunity is rare, Yuebai, you can't refuse perfunctorily."

"it is good."

This answer was clear and crisp, but it didn't come from Christa, but from Sherlock next to him.

Christa gave him a hard look, but the certain person didn't mean to take back the words.

"Then it's a deal." Seeing their eye contact, the girl made a final decision at a speed that could not be refused.

"Why would you agree to such a meaningless social activity for you?" After walking downstairs, Christa raised her eyebrows, not very happy with his self-assessment.

"She acted deliberately. She really wanted you to go to this party." Sherlock thought thoughtfully, "Your relationship will not be very close, and you are obviously resistant to her contact."

"She has a problem."

The detective had the last word.

"Detective, this is not London, which is full of weird cases." The girl frowned, "There is no need to be so conspiratorial. At most, she was entrusted to invite me to go."

She had been classmates in high school for three years, and she had always deliberately kept a distance from the people around her. The only person who was closer to her was that girl.She didn't have any malice towards herself, and wishing her to go was probably just a human relationship.

Sherlock didn't object or agree.

That girl specifically emphasized another point, her boyfriend.

Since that was the case, he knew what was going on.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, so let's go. By the way, there will be a fireworks show tonight." Krista turned her head, her eyes sparkling, "Sherlock, do you want to see it?"

The detective was silent for a moment, and nodded involuntarily without struggling with his thoughts.

To watch the fireworks, you still have to choose a place with higher ground, so Christa led the detective to the top floor of a six-story building without any pressure.

It is the teaching building of her high school.

The two of them climbed over the wall and the window, but they didn't go through the door and climbed up.

The fireworks are rising into the depths of the night. On the high and deep night, the extremely gorgeous fireworks exploded in vain, and the afterglow fell rapidly. Another firework rose and exploded into a flower that burned half of the night.

The sky is bright, and on the high platform, the voices of people are silent.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She squinted her eyes and asked, not noticing that the young man beside her had already looked away from the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, her eyes were sunk in the night, and she didn't know where to look.

"very beautiful."

So said the detective.

"When I was in high school, I liked coming here for evening self-study. You can hear the sound of the wind here." The girl closed her eyes and whispered softly.

The north wind whistling along with her words sent the girl's soft voice into his ears.

"Sherlock, what was your student days like?"

The detective recalled it carefully, and found that he rarely even went to school. Compared with the slow progress of the class, self-study is obviously more effective.He doesn't want to spend all his time in boring classes.

"When I was a student, I never sneaked out of class." The detective didn't change his face, he always skipped classes.

"Really?" Christa asked back, not believing it, "From this sentence, I probably know what kind of person you were when you were a student."

Arrogant and indifferent, genius-like paranoia, genius-like... loneliness.

Sherlock, on the other hand, is probably a person who enjoys solitude.

"Take me to your school if you have a chance when you get back to London." Krista let go of the complicated emotions in her heart, blinked, and said in an unserious and joking tone.

"...you will go there to study in the second half of the year, what can you see?" The detective seemed to be sure of her choice.

Christa couldn't help smiling, the school she finally chose was indeed Cambridge.

Sherlock's former alma mater.

It is also the place where the destiny of her father and mother in this life first met.

"Then we will be alumni from now on,... senior brother?" The girl tilted her head and smiled, behind her were countless fireworks bursting into thousands of streams of light, disappearing in the night, like shooting stars piercing the sky.

Sherlock stared at her with gloomy eyes. Someone knocked a hole in the palace of memory at some point, but Holmes didn't notice it. The sea flooded in, submerging many dusty old things left deep in the memory.

Standing in the middle of the palace, he heard his heart beating so clearly and violently for the first time.

Under his feet, the sea was raging, and the dreamlike waves and foam were hidden deep under the sea, waiting for an opportunity to completely submerge him.

The author has something to say: I will update steadily when I finish my work, I am too busy after school~