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

The truck blocked the sign on the opposite side, and Sherlock couldn't remember when the sign of the "Addams Family" dessert shop was taken down.

Well, he actually remembered it very clearly.

People can fool others, but they cannot fool themselves.

Mycroft emptied the shop when the winter was over, and he stood at the window watching when the sign was taken down.

Mycroft is also at No. 221. This is the most frequent winter he has been here. He looked at Sherlock's back with a hint of anxiety in his eyes: "I'd rather you rush over and lose your temper and kill the workers." Drive away, I don't want to see you like this."

This was the winter when Sherlock talked the least. His language switch seemed to be forced to stop, and he couldn't speak a word for a long time.

Sherlock's eyes kept falling on the opposite side. He always felt that there should be a girl standing there. She would make delicious desserts, come out to bask in the sun in the afternoon, and would wave happily when she saw him.

However, she is gone.

Sherlock is not a person who lives in memories and imaginations, those are all lies, he is accepting the fact that she is dead, and he can only accept the fact that she is dead, after all, he shot with his own hands.

Sherlock didn't hesitate when he shot, why should he hesitate?It is her mission to stop the unseal of the Book of the Dead. She has said it at least a hundred times. He is only helping her complete her mission. This is what he should do.

Then he was alone again in Baker Street.

Before there was no her, he had always lived alone, and the time spent alone was much longer than that of two people, but he was not used to it.In this room, no one said that he had to eat on time, and no one would say good morning to him. The ingredients in the small refrigerator gradually expired... It turns out that habit is such a terrible thing, and he is not used to living alone.

The last word on the signboard was also removed, and the bare wooden signboard was an eyesore no matter how you looked at it.

"Sherlock, Scotland Yard needs your help with a serious case."

The big case Mycroft was talking about was the loss of a confidential document. This case did not exist, but he really couldn't see Sherlock's will be so depressed, so he deliberately hid the document.

The place where Mycroft hid was definitely not found by ordinary people, so we had to turn to Sherlock for help.

The people under Mycroft were already frantic, for fear that the documents would be accidentally leaked and cause a violent storm in the world's political situation.But what is it about Sherlock, he doesn't even know who the current Prime Minister is.

He watched the sign takers get into the van as it drove off Baker Street.

"Sherlock, there must be a limit to sadness, and it's time for you to return to your normal life trajectory."

Sherlock drew the curtains and sat across from Mycroft.

Although he was sitting upright, he looked not in good spirits, his blue eyes were icy and had lost their former brilliance.

But thankfully, he's finally willing to talk.

Sherlock: "This is the trajectory of my normal life."

"It's not, Sherlock, you know very well that the trajectory of your normal life should be to go around looking for cases, not to stay in this house."

Speaking of which, the police detectives of Scotland Yard haven't seen Sherlock for a long time. They all said that after the freak had a girlfriend, he finally stopped staring at the murder suspect. Every time Lestrade heard such words, There will be a dark sigh in my heart.

This room seemed to have become a cage for Sherlock, and Wensty's breath became a seal, locking him up.

"Really?" Sherlock asked lightly.

"You should remember the letter that Winsty left you, is she happy to see you like this?"

Sherlock grinned, unable to pull out a smile, and snorted softly.

If she can't see him like this, she should come and tell him by herself, he won't listen to what others say.

Mycroft originally wanted to finish dinner with Sherlock before leaving, but he had to leave when he received a business phone call temporarily, so he could only ask Mrs. Hudson to keep an eye on Sherlock for dinner.

Before leaving, facing Sherlock who was in the light but his heart fell into the abyss, Mycroft left a meaningful sentence: "Sherlock, you have a way to forget all this, I know."

When the black car drove Mycroft away, he looked at the scenery of Baker Street from the car window. The dessert shop without the signboard looked really strange. The trees in front of the shop gave out a few new leaves. It's coming, but I don't know if Sherlock can come out to welcome the spring?

Sherlock quickly answered Mycroft's question with his own actions - he didn't have the heart to appreciate any beauty, he only had the case in mind.

"Oh, Anderson. It's obvious. A seven-year-old child with normal intelligence can tell at a glance that this person is not a murderer."

Fluent speech, mocking tone, and cold expression.

Sherlock is back.

Lestrade called to inform him that when Sherlock appeared at the gate of Scotland Yard again, Mycroft's face was full of shock. Down, hit the headlines, and the political debate: What surprised Mycroft so much?

Some people speculated that he was impeached, some speculated that he was going to be awarded an honorary title, and some speculated that he accidentally knew the royal family's terrible secret...

Those people would be very disappointed to know that the British government was so shocked only because his brother was finally willing to curse.

But who cares if they lose or not.

Mycroft showed up at Scotland Yard with his little black umbrella, and picked Sherlock home to visit the Holmes and his wife. The two of them were making irrelevant jokes the whole time, and he dared not mention "Winsty Adams" the name.

Mr. Holmes kept his promise, and made a wooden and rattan chair for Winsty, and put it together with the remaining four wooden and rattan chairs.

He said happily to Sherlock: "This is the wooden and rattan chair I made for Wensty."

Mycroft was startled when he heard the name, and looked at Sherlock's expression, but he didn't respond, and said, "You really have a heart to make a wooden and rattan chair for a date."

The old gentleman didn't quite understand what Sherlock meant, and wanted to ask where Wensty had gone, but he caught a glimpse of Mycroft's gesture and walked away silently.

What Mr. Holmes did not understand, Mycroft did.

Like "Redbeard", "Winsty" became an ordinary Wednesday in Sherlock's life.

Sherlock has a way of forgetting everything.

"Will my father suffer from Alzheimer's disease?" Making a wooden and rattan chair for Wednesday is not the behavior of a normal old man.

"Who knows?"

Mycroft was not in a hurry to refute Sherlock. He touched the wooden and rattan chair his father made for Wensty, and suddenly felt a sense of loss. Their parents were also looking forward to having an additional female member in the family.

His parents seem to like her a lot.

It was Wensty's first visit here, and the Holmes couple thought that there would be a grand wedding in the near future, but unfortunately everything has come to nothing now.

Mycroft glanced at Sherlock and smiled helplessly. Time will wash away memory, and everything will pass.

But is everything really over?

Not really, it was just a compromise made by Sherlock, who has always been disobedient, before spring came.

After Mycroft left, he read over and over the letter that Winsty had left, which contained her last words to him.

When he read her letter, he could imagine her expression when she spoke.

She wants him to keep the Book of the Dead;

The fire burned everything in the cave, but the book of the dead was not damaged at all. The six-pointed star on it and the eyes with fire reminded what kind of tragedy happened here.

This book was mixed into other books by Sherlock. The best way to keep it is to dispel its magic. There are no seals or spells. This is just an ordinary book that cannot be more ordinary.

Nobody goes looking for an ordinary book.

She wants him to do what he loves most;

So the goldfish of Scotland Yard have returned to the previous years, and the favorite of the freaks is still the murder suspect, which is reasonable and expected.

try to make a friend;

So he has John by his side. He is honest and upright as she said, and he can accompany him on adventures and praise his reasoning, but he can't make a moist and sweet peach pie.

The gears of time were turned back to the original position, and everything started again.

The dessert shop whose signboard was taken off is still there, but no one thinks it is any more obtrusive, and it will be fine if you get used to it.The sorrows and joys of human beings are not connected, and the little girl who made desserts will gradually disappear in their memories like other closed shops.

Everyone, including Mycroft, felt that Sherlock had returned to normal. John had never even heard of the name "Winsty". Isn't "Winsty" just Wednesday, but every Wednesday, Sherlock will play the violin all night. Standing in the night, he makes some melancholy of "for whom alone in the cold night" out of thin air.

Sherlock takes John with him almost everywhere, except that he will spend three days to a week in a small town called Broome every spring. footsteps.

He was going to Advent.

Morticia is a witch. Every spring, she would sit in a gazebo in Adams Manor, accompanied by a black crow, and use a crystal ball to summon the souls of the deceased members of the Adams family.

She chanted the spell, and the souls of the ancestors of the Adams family appeared in different crystal balls, and the different crystal balls were filled with various colors, except that the one representing Wensty did not see any movement.

So her grandmother, parents, younger brother, housekeeper and stuff all think she is not dead.

"It's such a pity, death is such a beautiful thing." Morticia said cheerfully, two lines of hot tears welled up in her eyes, even though they thought death was not terrible, they wanted their daughter to live in this place. The "evil" world will stay a little longer.

Sherlock stared at the transparent crystal ball and remained silent.

Every time he left Adams Manor, he would remember that when he left Adams Manor for the first time, he was sent down the mountain by a group of butterflies that would glow slightly in the dark.

That green sparrow-like figure jumped out of his mind again.

The blue butterflies are not uncommon. Every time he saw them, he would take a second look. John asked him what he was doing staring at the butterflies, and he said that he thought they were looking for him.

John finally had a chance to laugh at him: "Sherlock, do you think you're a flower? Loved by butterflies."

Sherlock shook his head. Unbeknownst to John, a group of butterflies once flew across London to find him.

However, later John realized that Sherlock was really loved by butterflies, and a little white butterfly followed him all the time.It appeared on a Christmas Eve, and that winter was so cold that one breath would freeze. The two of them finished a big case and walked out of Scotland Yard contentedly. It flew to Sherlock's shoulder and stopped.

"How can there be butterflies in such a cold?"

"John, the world is big and full of wonders."

Sherlock stretched out his hand, and the butterfly flew from his shoulder to his palm. Sherlock gently folded his hands together to block the winter chill.

It is inconceivable that this man who is not polite to his own brother should be so gentle to a butterfly.

"John, I think it is looking for me." Sherlock said.

The butterfly must have come to look for him. Since then, it has been staying in Baker Street. Sherlock even bought a few white roses on the window sill, so that it has a place to stay. When they were working on the case, it He also followed, and when they ate, he followed... Wherever Sherlock went, he followed.

"Since the butterfly likes you so much, you should raise butterflies in the future."

"I do have this plan. I will have a field of roses, which will attract all kinds of butterflies."

When he said this, he looked very determined, and John had reason to believe that he would really become a big butterfly family in the future.

But the dream of the future is based on having a future, and the appearance of Moriarty delayed Sherlock's plan for several years.

John described Moriarty as an out-and-out lunatic, and Sherlock said that Moriarty was not the first lunatic he had ever met.

"Are you going to be number one in this too?" John asked.

Winsty ended the previous lunatic's delusion with death, and he ended this lunatic's attempt with a leap.

But he didn't die, he still had a lot of things to do, he hadn't pulled out the dark net that Moriarty had ambushed in London, and he hadn't recovered his reputation, so how could he die so easily?

Except for John, many people in this world know that he is in suspended animation, but there is only a little white butterfly who accompanies him through the years of suspended animation.

A very strange thing happened in the lives of several flower shop owners. A poor family who looked at their last meal but didn’t finish their meal was willing to spend money to buy the most expensive white roses. follow him.

He will also chase away the children chasing the butterfly: "Go away, you stupid little goldfish, it is obvious that the butterfly is following me!"

Everyone who saw him on the street thought he was crazy.

The face of this "madman" is peaceful and serene. He holds a rose in his hand, and butterflies rest on his rose. In the busy street, it becomes a painting.

This kind of life lasted for two years, and Mycroft appeared in front of his eyes with an increasingly round belly: "You can go back, is the journey alone?"

He finally shaved off his beard, put on a new shirt, raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Lonely? What are you kidding?"

He has a little butterfly with him all the time!

Mycroft pursed his lips and smiled: "I didn't expect you to recover your reputation so quickly."

"It seems you underestimated me."

"I did underestimate you, and I didn't expect you to be so concerned about restoring your reputation."

"It seems that you not only underestimate me, but you don't understand me. Am I going to make myself notorious?"

"I thought you didn't care."

"I care," said Sherlock, "and even if I don't, someone else does."

"John? I almost forgot to tell you that he's getting married."

But in just two years, John has gone from bachelor to groom-to-be.

The day Sherlock saw him again, he was beaten black and blue, and kicked out of three restaurants.

When seeing John and his fiancée Mary leaving in a taxi, Sherlock thought, what if the little girl suddenly appeared in front of him and told him that she didn't die, but went to a place to hide.

He would not be angry like John, he would open his arms and hug her tightly.

The little white butterfly landed on his shoulder, it seemed to like this position very much.

Sherlock watched the taxi disappear at the end of the road, turned around slowly, looked down at the little butterfly on his shoulder, and said in his heart: "It would be great if you were blue!"

That way, he would think that she sent butterflies to find him again, and that there was still her breath left in this world.

But the butterfly is white, and it is so pure.

The price of saying what he said in his heart was that when he got up the next day, he didn't see the little white butterfly on the newly bought rose yesterday, it was not in the whole house, and it never flew back.

It understood what he said, and then left, why does the butterfly hold grudges so much?

John was getting married, and the butterflies had flown away, leaving him alone at 221 Baker Street.

The folders from the past were opened one by one, and that feeling of bewilderment emerged again.

Sherlock suddenly wanted to taste the little cake at John's wedding. He wanted to know how the little cake tasted?

But there also makes him feel at a loss, where he is an out of place outsider.

By the way, John said that the cake maker at the wedding was introduced by Mrs. Hudson. After Mrs. Hudson's taste was cultivated, she was very harsh on desserts. Since the cake maker recommended by her must be pretty decent, he You can get a phone number from Mrs. Hudson and have the baker make him an identical cake and send it to Baker Street.

Maybe it was because he was standing there too conspicuously, the porter took a careful look at him in the dense fog, and continued to carry the goods without saying a word.

He has been standing here for a while, and he has been carrying it since before he came, and he has not finished moving it until now. How many things have he brought here?

He remembered that when the previous boss moved in, he packed lightly, and a suitcase could hold all the luggage.

She didn't want to wait at all.

After the things were finally moved, the workers got into the truck with a yell. The man's yelling overwhelmed the soft thanksgiving, and the truck slowly left with the workers.

A new signboard was installed on the opposite shop, and as the car drove away, the words on the covered signboard were gradually revealed.

The first letter is S,

The second letter is O,

The third letter is M,

The fourth letter is E,

……

The car had left Baker Street, and all the letters on the signboard appeared.

Somewhereintime, somewhere in time

Sherlock's breath was suffocated, his heart was beating extremely fast, and the past was like waves rushing to the beach one after another.

All sounds are silent.

There is a new dessert shop opened opposite, the lights in the shop are on, and the two streets are separated by mist, that ray of light is like an outpost on the coast.

Obviously only a few steps away, but it looks like thousands of miles away.

Sherlock was afraid of crossing this distance, and he was afraid of seeing a strange face when he walked to the opposite side.

Lights went out.

There was no need for him to ask for confirmation, the people in the shop came out by themselves.

The waves are getting rougher.

She was wearing a red windbreaker, walking towards the opposite side like a flamboyant flame.

She was holding a food packaging box in her hand.

There were no cars coming and going, she crossed the road, walked through the night fog, and stopped when she was still a few steps away from him.

He saw her face clearly, a completely unfamiliar face.

"Is this Mr. Holmes?"

"I am." he replied.

"I just moved here and couldn't find a suitable place to live. I heard from Mrs. Hudson that you still have a vacant room. Could you rent it out to me?"

Her eyes were full of sincerity.

Sherlock lowered his head and smiled, and when he looked up again, his blue eyes were as bright as crystals.

"It's really easy to see through when you're lying."

She had a completely unfamiliar face, but with just one glance, he could fully recognize her, her posture when she walked, her tone of voice, and her extraordinarily sincere eyes when she was lying.

She was holding a peach pie in her hand the same way she had done when she first mentioned renting out his remaining vacant room.

The aroma of peach pierces the box and mixes with the night mist.

"Oh." Her tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Sure enough, he still saw through, he could always see through her.

The sea water rushed up completely.

As he expected, he reached out and hugged her.

The two ships sailing on the sea at night saw the lights on each other's decks in the thick fog, so they crossed the surging sea water and luckily met again.

The gap of time is filled in Sherlock's arms, the past has become clouds and smoke, and the future has not yet come, and the present moment is tightly held in his arms.

The story that was once interrupted on Baker Street continues to write a new chapter from here.

(End of text)

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