[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

Everything in front of me seems to be far away from me,

Everything that disappeared is turning into reality.

- Goethe's "Faust"

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Wedding dinner, guests gathered.

As the bridegroom official of today's absolute protagonist, John Watson is already a little drunk. He sees everything in the world as if mixed with honey. Standing beside him is his new wife Mary. A few hours ago, the two Make a promise and agree to stay together in this life.

When a person enters the marriage hall by himself, he will urge the people around him to get married as soon as possible, which seems to be a kind of human instinct.

A wedding is actually a huge blind date party. Many single men and women will feel the affectionate atmosphere of the newlyweds, and they will turn into Romeo and Juliet one after another, looking for their own love stories.

John's slightly drunken eyes came to Sherlock, who was standing by the dessert stand, fascinated by the little cakes on it.

There have been several young and beautiful girls who came to Sherlock and invited him to be a dance partner, but each time they left alone, choosing the next suitable partner with a little regret.

Sherlock looked at the little cake with a very focused look, and he used that same look every time he looked at the corpse. John guessed that Sherlock might be thinking about what material the cake embryos of the little cake were made of.

John took Mary to her best friend, and walked up to Sherlock himself: "Aren't you going to dance?"

Sherlock shifted his gaze from the little cake to John: "No."

"Comeon, Sherlock, everybody's dancing."

"I'm not interested in this kind of boring activity where men and women hug each other."

"I should have known," John said helplessly, "then you are interested in these little cakes?"

"Yes, the small cakes at the wedding banquet are not made by the bakery that you and Mary often go to. The small cakes made by that bakery are completely white and light. It is obvious that they use margarine. Here The small cake is slightly yellowed, which is the color of natural cream. Generally speaking, natural cream is more difficult to shape than artificial cream, and its appearance is much more simple. However, the cakes at the wedding banquet are exquisitely carved, and the edges of the petals carved with flowers are clear. It wasn't made by the cake maker of that bakery, the cake maker's hands are very easy to shake, it's because of his alcoholism in his early years, he can't carve such flowers..."

For Sherlock, everything can be reasoned, maybe he really thinks reasoning about the little cake is much more interesting than dancing with others.

"Mrs. Hudson recommended a baker to Mary, and Mary ordered from her..."

Mary was chatting with her best friend, and the two saw the newlywed husband chatting happily with his former roommate from a distance, and the best friend's eyes were fixed on Sherlock.

Mary joked: "Why, are you interested in Sherlock?"

"No, I've heard that Sherlock Holmes has an unusual relationship with your husband."

"Oh, the two of them are roommates living together."

The best friend's eyes widened, and she pushed Mary out: "Come quickly, maybe Holmes is going to elope with your husband."

She swears that there must be something tricky between Watson and Holmes. Look at the way the two look at each other. They are not just roommates.

Mary was pushed over and happened to hear her own name. She asked curiously, "I seem to have heard my name. Are you talking about me?"

"Yes, I just said that Mrs. Hudson recommended a cake maker to you, and Sherlock thinks the small cakes are very good."

"We've just gotten to this point, but I'll correct you that I've never revealed that I think these little cakes are pretty good."

John nodded: "Yeah, you didn't make it clear, but you did think so, didn't you?"

Sherlock smiled, noting that Watson was in an exceptionally good mood tonight, of course, although in his belief the wedding was simply a celebration of all that is false, pompous, absurd, sentimental in this sickly morally corrupt world, But in the minds of the rest of the goldfish, the wedding is one big orgy.

"Although the ingredients of this little cake are considered healthy, Mary can't eat too much."

Mary was biting a small cake, her lips were covered with cream, when she heard Sherlock's words, her eyes showed doubts: "Why?"

"Probably because I'm afraid you'll get fat."

John didn't expect that as soon as he said this, Mary and Sherlock looked at him with caring eyes for young children.

"What's the matter, am I wrong? Well, I was only joking, Sherlock, why don't you let my wife eat the cupcakes?"

Sherlock looked at the newlyweds in front of him and said earnestly: "I am not forbidding her to eat, but I forbid her to eat too much, preferably not more than three. She has already eaten two before. John, Mary, I send I swore that I will definitely protect your safety, to be precise, the safety of the three of you."

"what?"

The newlyweds felt that Sherlock's words were very strange at first, but after realizing it, the shape of their mouths looked like a hot spring egg.

"What did you say?"

"You already know what I mean."

John and Mary did not expect that tonight would be a double happiness, they were excited and a little flustered, the news of their imminent parenthood was just thrown around, and it had become an established fact without any preparation, which made them caught off guard.

Sherlock took the custard cake from Mary's hand.

"You two look flustered?" Sherlock tilted his head.

"No, we didn't panic..."

It wasn't that he was flustered, it was just that John was taking a deep breath and Mary's eyes were distracted.

"Don't panic, you don't need to panic at all, after all, you have all practiced and have rich experience."

"What practice?"

"Now that you are really going to have a baby, you don't need to take care of me."

The practice that Sherlock said refers to the couple Watson and Mary used to worry about him, and if they use it on their own children over time, the children will definitely grow up vigorously.

John froze for a moment, then turned into a big smiling face, climbed up Sherlock's neck, and hugged Sherlock.

Sherlock also laughed. He seemed to be proud of his joke. He patted John on the shoulder and said, "You will be the best parents in the world."

The flickering lights shone on his face, Sherlock's smile froze, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly closed, as if he was finally willing to let go of his beloved treasure, he said, "Let's dance."

The singer has sung the most essential part of the whole song.

"Go dance, we've been together for so long that people will wonder what we're talking about."

"Yeah," John breathed a sigh of relief, and put his arm around Mary's waist beside him, "let's go dancing."

"So what do you do?" Mary asked, looking at Sherlock.

"It's impossible for the three of us to dance together."

"The three of you can't do everything together."

Sherlock watched Mary and John walk into the dance floor, the lights were flickering, the tacit understanding of the newlyweds in the dance has not yet been cultivated, both of them are unfamiliar, afraid of stepping on each other's feet, but the unfamiliar steps did not disturb the good of the two interest.

Sherlock remembered that when he taught John to dance, John always stepped on his instep and was disgusted by him for a long time. John could only keep apologizing, and Mrs. Hudson bumped into their dancing scene, which caused rumors to spread.

These memories will be classified by Sherlock into the files belonging to the "past". His brain is like a computer with precise operation. As long as these files are not opened, they will be buried deep in his mind, like throwing a stone. Into the lake, although there are stones, it will not hinder the rushing of the lake.

Many girls invited Sherlock to dance with them, but in the end they failed to impress the heart of this handsome man with curly hair. He stood there with his own barrier, separating the happy atmosphere of the wedding, as if he was an outsider.

Sherlock Holmes was bored when he was young. To understand boredom, he memorized the Oxford Dictionary. There is a word in it called "at a loss", which means being at a loss. He memorized the explanation of this word, but did not understand the specific meaning. But today he Figured it out, at John's - his best friend's - wedding party, he was feeling lost.

John was going to live with Mary, and everyone he knew was celebrating it, but he didn't belong here.

Sherlock turned around and wrapped himself in his long coat. The wind in London was very cool, and the high collar covered half of his face. The white breath he exhaled floated in the air, with happy music and loud crowd behind him.

Mrs. Hudson at the banquet noticed Sherlock's departure.

"What did Sherlock do?"

"Maybe the groom was not snatched away, so let's go alone," said Mary's best friend. She was happy that Mary kept the groom tonight, but she was worried that a third party would intervene. "Holmes has other relationships. A close friend?"

"Not at the moment, it seems to be only John," Mrs. Hudson recalled, "but he had a girlfriend before."

"He actually has a girlfriend, which girl can stand him?"

Mrs. Hudson was dissatisfied with what others said about Sherlock, so she couldn't help defending Sherlock: "Why can't Sherlock have a girlfriend? That little girl is pretty, has a good temper, and can make good desserts..."

Mrs. Hudson wanted to describe the appearance of the little girl, but found that the past was too long, and the face in her memory was blurred.

Sherlock, who left the dinner, had no idea that Mrs. Hudson was about to reveal all his past love history in order to defend him. He was walking alone on the road back to Baker Street. The fog was very heavy tonight, and the cold wind was like ice blades The same scrape, very few pedestrians on the road.

Sherlock returned to No. 221 and found a huge truck parked directly opposite, and the workers yelled and stuffed the things on the truck into the house.

This picture is like a lead, along which it leads out the documents belonging to the "past" in Sherlock's mind. He remembers a long time ago, before John moved here, and he was the only tenant on Baker Street. A sweet shop.