[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Ludwig was going down the stairs, and when he heard Mrs. Heras's words, he was startled, and subconsciously wanted to see Sherlock, and then... tragically missed.

Sherlock grabbed her shoulders in time, saving her from rolling from the second floor to the first floor.

After Ludwig stood firm, he said lightly:

"Spiral bumps?"

"..."

Mrs. Herras said in surprise: "Don't you know? I thought young couples would be more interesting, and the location would not be limited to the bed, so I put a box in every corner of your room..."

Ludwig interrupted her immediately:

"I think what you are talking about must be fragrance, isn't it? Spiral box, fragrance with small particles... Add a little flavor to the boring study life, and also help to clear the brain."

Sherlock lowered his eyes: "But I don't smell the fragrance."

Ludwig didn't look back: "That's because I didn't use it."

Sherlock looked coolly at the girl walking in front of him:

"So, you're finally willing to talk to me?"

"..."

The last ellipsis is Mrs. Herras, who is already lying on the table, laughing silently.

But even though she was lying faceless on the table, she still showed an indescribable elegance - Sherlock was the same as her, even if he put his feet on the coffee table, he was elegant and decent.

"Oh, oh, oh."

Mrs. Herras trembled all over, obviously understanding the situation.

"Sherlock, you are too cute... No, it's too pitiful. I can see your current appearance, and I feel that my life has been completed."

Ludwig: ... Mrs. Herras is a real mother.

But this is not the time to discuss whether Mrs. Herras is the real mother, the problem is that there is a box of Spiral Bump Strawberry in every corner of their room!

If it wasn't for the interruption of too many things last night, if Sherlock hadn't let down his vigilance in his own home...he would have found out!

It's not that she is so conservative... It's just that, with Sherlock gone, who will save Britain?Who will save the world?Who will save her three views?

And, Sherlock Holmes and the spiral-bumped strawberry... would he use it?

Ludwig finished his coffee sloppily, picked up a muffin and ran away.

"I forgot something in the room."

… Hurry up and collect all the spirals in the room, throw them into the trash can, and completely destroy the corpse.

"I'll go directly to see my friends later, you don't have to wait for me to go out."

After the corpses and traces were destroyed... yes, she was finally going to see her fellow countrymen whom she had not seen for half a year, Mr. Serge Gainsbourg from France, and Le Shiwei from China.

house of cards.

Don't get me wrong, this is the name of a coffee shop, not a TV series filmed by the BBC.

Ludwig was taken aback when he first heard about this coffee house, but it is not surprising to think about it. The novel "House of Cards" was published by Michael Dobbs in 1989-this Westminster Stuart's baby-faced killer completely dispelled her idea of ​​entering politics.

When Ludwig arrived, Le Shiwei was already waiting there.

Wearing a Dupont cashmere coat, wearing a watch from Japan's Chisato Tsumori, and wearing a dark green painter's hat on his head—Le Shiwei has completely looked like a non-mainstream French middle-class young man.

but……

As a man, doesn't he really feel pressured to wear a watch like Jin Mori Chisato's, which is full of all kinds of small flowers and small diamonds?As a man, since she knew him, he has been obsessed with the green hat... Does he really not feel pressured?

32 likes for Le Shiwei's taste, thanking him for supporting her tallness over the years.

Ludwig was carrying a small dark green handbag, and he recognized his green hat from a long distance away.

She walked up to him and stopped.

Le Shiwei slowly raised his head and looked at her with a dignified and indifferent expression, just like an artist on the streets of France holding an oil paintbrush and dismissing the world.

"Who are you?"

Ludwig raised the corner of his mouth: "I'm your aunt."

He raised his chin with a disdainful expression: "You don't have a bird, how can you prove that you are my aunt?"

"prove?"

Ludwig coldly threw the bag on the wooden coffee table, and a blue paper daisy stuck beside the table trembled.

"You still don't kneel down for me!"

Le Shiwei's cold expression suddenly collapsed, and he said flatteringly:

"I'm wrong, Queen Mother, please forgive me, I invite you to drink small watermelon juice."

Ludwig let out a "hehe" and sat down:

"This proves that you have played the game with me eight years ago. Every time I play it, I feel that I have become a lower level... You are really leisurely."

"No, no, pas."

Le Shi slightly shook his middle finger:

"As a man who is going to lead the French people to take over Wall Street, every minute of my life is worth a thousand dollars."

"...Occupy Wall Street? Have you reviewed your logic?"

"..."

At this time, a beautiful waiter in a low-cut short skirt came over: "Madam, what would you like?"

Ludwig smiled: "A glass of warm water and a glass of mocha."

The waitress gave her a strange look: "A glass of mocha and...a glass of warm water?"

Ludwig nodded: "Yes, is it strange to ask for water?"

The waiter smiled at her:

"No, please wait a moment."

Le Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at her for a while, and suddenly said:

"You have an endocrine disorder? You only drink plain water before your period. This day is not right."

"Recently, too many things have caused chaos. I have a hunch that I will die of pain in two days."

Ludwig covered his face:

"You did it on purpose... I said, can you forget my menstrual period? Are we familiar? So much so that you count my days for ten years? You care so much about me, I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Of course we can't forget."

Le Shiwei held his cheeks in both hands, and winked at her very cutely:

"This is your biggest weakness that I have caught... If you dare to refuse to help me with logic studies, when you go to university, I will make a big-character poster of your menstrual period time and post it on the bulletin board of your university .”

... Who said she was shameless?There are mountain high mountain.

"Le Shiwei, where's your integrity?"

"My integrity? Sorry, it eloped with your integrity."

Le Shiwei waved his hand indifferently, looked at the beautiful and sexy back of the waitress, and praised:

"I really like the UK, it's so magnificent."

"Come on."

Ludwig looked at the departing waiter with disdain:

"French women's breasts are bigger than hers, and our average size is D."

Le Shiwei glanced at her calmly, and his eyes fell on her little sling:

"Averages don't represent exceptions... I remember when you were 15 and wore an A cup?"

"...That's better than a man with no breasts and no pectoral muscles."

If Ludwig would be frightened by Le Shiwei's lower limit, then he would not be Ludwig:

"A man who waits for me to order every time is not qualified to express his opinions on women's breasts... Do you think you still have the opportunity to touch women's breasts in this life? Forget it, you only have the opportunity to touch the chest muscles."

Le Shiwei: "...Why can't we just talk about this when we don't see each other for half a year? Can't we talk about some high-end things? For example, what to eat later?"

When it comes to food, he looks regretful:

"Now I miss the time when I was young and ignorant...I still spent money to eat western food and woolen wool. If I had known today, I should have spent all my money on stinky tofu when I was in Beijing, okay? "

"...Look at your prospects."

Ludwig looked contemptuously:

"Young man, you should learn from me. I don't want to eat stinky tofu. I just want to eat Master Kong's instant noodles."

"...You are really my goddess, the grade is beyond the comprehension of those who eat French food."

The waiter brought coffee and water to her:

"Miss, you ordered mocha and water."

Ludwig brought the Mocha to Le Shiwei:

"Sure enough, you are so ugly that no one cares about you."

As a precaution, they always speak French in public.

Le Shiwei takes it for granted:

"I'm used to it. The French all have the face of a political prisoner. They only flee when they fight. There are no generals except Napoleon... I really look down on this place. Think about our revolutionary history, think about our great Xi'an Roujiamo, that’s called blood boiling.”

Ludwig held his forehead:

"Please don't suddenly mention Xi'an Roujiamo in such a high-level discussion, thank you...By the way, you said last time, where did you live in Xi'an?"

Le Shi paused for a moment, and his tone became lighter:

"You stand on the Youzhou Terrace in Lishan Mountain, looking at the small blue tomb of Qin Shihuang, and even a straight line goes past, the point in the middle is my house, a white glass room, a large bunch of pomegranate flowers planted at the door, you can see it at a glance. I can recognize it."

But he soon became enthusiastic again:

"Have you finally decided to go back and have a look? Remember to go to my house to eat big plate chicken. My grandma is a Muslim. She opened a Leji noodle restaurant, which is very famous in a radius of ten miles. She is super nice, but Mandarin is not good... you in Ask Lejia how to get there, no one knows."

Ludwig took a sip of plain water and asked seemingly casually:

"Don't you want to go back and have a look?"

Le Shiwei's smile remained unchanged: "What's the need? I'm not Le Shiwei anymore."

Like every conversation that ends without a problem, they tacitly avoided this topic subconsciously at the beginning.

Ludwig continued:

"I don't like France either, so I never participated in French piano competitions in my previous life. After I won the prize in Russia, the teacher planned to let me practice for another two years and go directly to Poland to participate in the Chaucer competition... It was a devil's training. I had to play every day." Eight hours of piano, which is still the minimum standard."

"and after?"

"later?"

Ludwig took a sip of plain water with a calm expression:

"I didn't have time to participate, didn't I come here?"

Le Shi slightly showed a mouthful of white teeth:

"It's not sad. It's good if you didn't participate. It will save you practicing eight hours a day and not getting the prize in the end. If you didn't participate, at least you have a thought."

Ludwig: "..."

She resisted the urge to slap the past, and transferred her anger to ancient France:

"There is no culture and no history. The Romans are just familiar and barbaric. They copied other people's culture and came to a free revolution, thinking that they are awesome and advanced... even more shameless than Korean slaves."

"Korean slaves?"

"Don't you know? It is said that Koreans are descended from Mongolian slaves, but you can tell by their small eyes and high cheekbones that they were not born well."

"No, Jun Ji Hyun is so pretty."

"Where is it beautiful? Obviously, I like Fan. Ai Shima better? Even Hatano Yui is also very interesting. That's called no limit and pure. I like Hatano Yui the most."

"...Come on, let me interview you, Miss Li Weixi, as a woman, why are you so familiar with AV actresses?"

Ludwig rolled his eyes:

"As a man, don't you still cherish the island's GV male stars? Of course, this has something to do with your own sexual orientation."

"..."

Time went back to the other side of London when Ludwig had just set off.

The second Sherlock Holmes estate, Mr. Christopher Holmes' Super Mario game room.

Standing in front of his father's huge game screen, Sherlock hit the game switch.

On the screen, two lines of slender characters flashing fluorescent light slowly appeared.

GameOn.