[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

When Ludwig woke up, it was the evening of another day, and it seemed that the length of her sleep had reached a new high.

She stretched out an arm to cover her pale face, and slowly brushed her eyes with her fingers.

She still feels tired.

It's been like this every day for the past two days, except for breakfast and dinner, I've been sleeping at other times... and I can't get enough sleep no matter how much I sleep.

Sherlock moved the armchair into the room, so he now curls up in the dark room and reads every day.

When he heard Ludwig wake up, he raised his head:

"hungry?"

"hungry."

Obviously, the only way for Miss Ludwig, who is still extremely weak, to be awake is starvation.

Ludwig nodded obediently, and habitually weighed his hands on his sides.

She didn't know at all that in just half a minute after she woke up and sat up, she had already triggered the first monitoring device - a very thin infrared light had passed through her body.

Sherlock put away the book.

His white shirt is lined with a dark green linen armchair, which has a retro old-time feel.

"There's dinner on the table."

Ludwig was slowly trying to get up from the bed with one hand.

Hearing this, her eyes lit up:

"You did it?"

"Old John sent it."

No matter how precious food is, it will be cheap because of the flood, he will not be so unwise.

Sherlock put down the book, clasped his hands under his chin, and watched his little girlfriend slowly get out of bed and slowly walk out of his bedroom along the wall.

She didn't cry out for pain, and he didn't help her up.

But he could see that she should be hurting all over her body now - this is unusual, even if some damaged muscles will spread pain after a short rest, it will not be reflected after treatment and rest Weak like this.

For two consecutive days, he tried to wake her up, but she couldn't wake up like her soul was drowning in a dream.

In addition to breathing, she is no different from a dead person during the day.

His little girlfriend is almost turning into a vampire in terms of her schedule and facial expressions.

……How is this going?

Ludwig curled up on the sofa with a dinner plate.

In order to prevent the extremely boring surveillance of the British government, the curtains on Baker Street have been kept tightly closed, and no sunlight can penetrate the window.

Sherlock pulled out his chair and sat across from her with a stack of files.

Ludwig didn't eat a lot, Sherlock glanced at the leftover food on the table, no matter how precious the delicacies were, they would become cheap because of the overflow, he couldn't lower his value to cook for her frequently.

— Well, at most he could make her breakfast tomorrow.

Just when Ludwig wiped his mouth with a paper towel and was about to go to sleep again, he heard the sound of Sherlock quickly turning the pages of the book, followed by the calm voice:

"Please tidy up the files by the fireplace."

Ludwig: "..."

He paused, and before she could speak, he added:

"Of course, if it's inconvenient, please."

Ludwig pressed his temple sleepily and leaned against the door:

"...Are you still my boyfriend?"

God knows she is so weak that she can't even lift her hands.

Other men may not be able to observe it, but this is a fact that Sherlock can deduce without eyes.

"Boy friend?"

Sherlock stared at the file.

His eyes are like inorganic gems, with an indescribable beauty:

"We're not engaged, so I'm your boyfriend so far."

He hasn't proposed yet, so they're not engaged, they're just getting married soon, and it can't be said that it's a fiancée-fiancé relationship.

— so far.

Lying on her back hindered her stomach from digesting food, and she couldn't always go to bed after eating - but Sherlock obviously didn't have the habit of explaining the meaning of his every move.

He just tapped on the table calmly.

Proposal.

……

The time went back to ten hours ago.

Mycroft and Sherlock sat face to face on the sofa.

"Don't tell me you haven't thought of the proposal at all, though I've guessed it."

"It's superfluous."

Sherlock frowned:

"Since you are destined to get married, why go back and propose?"

"On this point, I agree with you."

Mycroft nodded:

"But the problem is, her thoughts may not be the same as ours. If you don't propose, how do you know whether she will accept the marriage you offer her?"

"Oh, Mycroft, marriage was doomed the day we began this relationship."

Sherlock smiled indifferently:

"What she promised is 'forever', and her eternal companionship certainly includes marriage. What I am doing now is fulfilling her long-cherished wish."

"Oh, Sherlock."

Mycroft raised an eyebrow:

"Don't forget, the 'forever' she said has no subject, and she can add anyone's name before the 'forever'."

"But she later acquiesced to our relationship, which means 'forever'."

Sherlock took a sip of water slightly, with a pleasant tone:

"If she knew, she would be married to me in four days...she would gladly accept it."

"..."

Mycroft propped his forehead with one hand:

"...so where does your self-confidence come from?"

"reasoning."

Sherlock leaned back against the sofa.

White shirt, black suit... His slender figure showed a suffocating sex appeal in the half-light:

"First of all, she has no reason to reject me... because I have everything she wants."

She needs money and he has it.

She loves adventure, and he is the creator of thrills.

She worships knowledge, and his stockpile of knowledge is no less than that of Wikipedia, on which she relies heavily—she cannot do without Wikipedia, and she certainly cannot do without him.

She loves music, and it's obvious that his violin often makes her stop.

She has no resistance to beautiful men, such as Uehara Jiro, such as the coffee shop owner... and based on people's evaluation of him, he does not lack resources in this regard.

They could be a little more subtle.

If she wants to travel around the world, he has already measured the cities, deserts and grasslands with his feet in advance, which is enough to be her perfect guide.

……

He has everything she wants.

Perfect fit.

As long as she wants, everything about him is hers.

It will always be hers.

In the face of such a huge temptation, which woman would refuse?

People need motives to do things, crimes have motives, and murders have motives.

And she had no motive for rejecting him.

So refuse, impossible.

……

Mycroft was silent for a while.

Considering that this was his brother's first relationship, he decided to be less demanding... at least for a reason that seemed reasonable.

No matter how you look at it, Miss Ludwig really has no reason to refuse this marriage... isn't there?

"One has two, what's your second reason?"

"The second reason is parallel to the first reason. According to the survey data from the psychologists in your laboratory, in more than 90.00% of marriages, 70.00% of the factors that affect the woman's judgment come from the relationship between the couple. The degree of firmness..."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, interrupting him:

"I thought the data in my lab was completely sealed."

"Oh, that defense is vulnerable, and it took me three seconds to steal the data."

Sherlock waved his hand impatiently:

"Based on this data, she should also take her feelings for me into consideration."

……

If Mrs. Hudson was here, if Mrs. Hudson could use Chinese Internet style, she would definitely say: "Why do you need to steal information to know such an obvious answer?"

……

But Mrs. Hudson was not here.

I sincerely wish Holmes all the best.

……

"And if she really thinks about it, I have nothing to worry about."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes.

This made him look a bit lazy.

"Because—she loves me."

She loves him to the core.

...Oh, that's pretty obvious, there's no doubt about it.

During the time he thought his little girlfriend was dead, he gradually began to realize how cold and cruel some of the things he had done to her had been.

Then he realized something else.

He realized that she had to prepare for her studies, to prepare three meals for two, to wash the dishes for two, to handle the clothes for two, and to clean the living room that was made unsightly by his explosions from time to time.

In addition to this, he had to accompany him through those bloody crime scenes, because he tied her by his side on his own initiative and became his personal assistant.

In the end, he realized that his overly independent little girlfriend was only this year, and she hated cleaning the room extremely.

……

But why is she willing to do this for him?Why are you willing to endure so much for him?

Of course it's because...she loves him.

This is the conclusion he reached during that painful ordeal.

-

He had thought she didn't love him that much.

At least it's not like the way he loves her, watching the hormones get out of control and go deep into the bone marrow, but he can't do anything about it.

He was a blind man.

Only now can I see the truth.

--the truth?

If Ludwig, who was facing away from him at this moment, heard his reasoning, he would cover his face silently and keep the cruel truth in his heart forever.

——Hey, your family has a cat, would you ask your cat to mop the floor, cut the lawn and make quilts?Do you want your cat to wash the dishes after eating?

For this kind of creatures, calling them to do housework is useless, is it lucky not to starve to death?Self-care behavior is beyond their ability, ah!

……

Mycroft was silent longer this time.

Then he said:

"...let's not discuss the proposal, shall we?"

"I didn't want to discuss it in the first place - because it wasn't necessary."

Sherlock frowned slightly.

His gaze was determined, as if everything was under control—oh, no, she was always under his control, not counting some small mistakes.

"Because I suddenly remembered that there is one more thing, which is much more important than a marriage proposal."

Mycroft produced a large stack of fine-looking papers from a small black bag, sealing the rolls with sealing wax.

"For the bride's wedding dress, I provided Ludwig's photos, and asked brands from various countries to design more than 100 wedding dress styles based on her figure and temperament... I know you don't like Valentino, so I excluded this one .”

Valentino was the brand of the first skirt that Sherlock bought for Ludwig when he took Ludwig to Weiweijia for the first time to eat western food.

That very night, by special means, he made her his personal assistant.

It was obvious that she couldn't accept that restrained style at all, because Sherlock had never seen her wear it except for a short time that night she wore it.

...Miss Ludwig would never tell Mr. Holmes that she had only sold his first present to her and exchanged it for their year's money for cabbages.

Ah, Le Shiwei's ring money also came from there.

The tuition burden is also much lighter...if Sherlock doesn't change her application.

Gifts are such a wonderful thing.

……

"You'd better decide on one of them before evening, or put forward new ideas and requirements in time

Mycroft looked at his brother's face and smiled slightly:

"Otherwise the bride will run naked at the wedding."

……

The scene turns back to Baker Street in the evening.

Ludwig was sorting out the files by the fireplace, when he suddenly found a large stack of papers with exquisite and romantic colors and patterns among the layers of murder, disappearance, and explosion documents.

She turned around:

"Mr. Holmes, have you been involved in a wedding dress robbery?"

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on the analysis of the conclusion of the chemical reaction in his hand - even though he hadn't turned the page since his little girlfriend approached the fireplace.

"No, it's just a style reference."

"refer to?"

Ludwig frowned:

"Have any of your relations married? Or is Mrs. Heras planning to remarry your father again?"

"No, it's true that someone is getting married, but it's not Mom, it's..."

It's us.

Sherlock calmly looked at the document in his hand. From Ludwig's perspective, his image at the moment perfectly interpreted the saying "the man who works hard is the most beautiful".

But this man with outstanding language talent suddenly got stuck today.

Ludwig didn't care either, he just thought it was inconvenient for his aristocratic relatives to tell.

"Forget it, I don't know your relatives anyway."

"No, you are familiar with it."

Sherlock put down the file and put his fingers together under his chin... a position he only used when thinking quickly.

"Actually……"

In fact, you are going to marry me.

Just after three full days and one dark night.

……

Who is it?

Ludwig looked at him inexplicably:

"Is the name a mouthful?" Could his relatives be Turks?

"...a little bit."

Sherlock stared at the leftovers on the table, as if Ludwig's leftover bread contained some terrible secret.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said:

"My grandmother married my grandfather at 19, my great-grandmother married my great-grandfather at 15... What do you think about that?"

What does she think?

Why did you jump to this topic all of a sudden?

Is it because the bride who got married this time is too young?Then she can't comment directly.

"Marrying at 19? That's old-fashioned."

She put back the hundreds of dazzling and expensive designs in her hand indifferently, and said ambiguously:

"The customs of the times are not surprising. In the far east, there are brides who marry at the age of eight."

But this time, Sherlock accidentally insisted on getting a definite answer:

"So you agree?"

"Why do you think so? Of course I don't agree."

Ludwig glanced back at Sherlock, and said a little strangely:

"Of course, this is a personal opinion... Before the age of 30, I haven't lived enough, and the world hasn't seen it all yet, so getting married is too bad."

Sherlock: "..."

……30 years old?

She seemed to feel that her words were a bit exaggerated. After all, there are young couples who are getting married, and it is too unpleasant to say so.

So she added politely:

"I insist on not getting married before the age of 35. My views do not represent mainstream views, so there is no need to refer to them... If someone gets married, bless them for me, and they will still be happy."

Sherlock: "..."