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

Wensti got up at night. She was very tired physically, but she was very clear-headed. She lay on the pillow and looked at the sleeping person beside her.

Sherlock was very obedient when he fell asleep, neither kicking the quilt nor snoring, purple blood vessels could be seen faintly on his pale neck, her eyes drifted to the part behind his ears, and when she saw the remaining spots of bright red, her heart felt Embarrassed for a while.

When she just came back, Sherlock said that he fell asleep with her, but she knew that he didn't sleep well, so he almost kept guarding her all night, occasionally dozing off, and carefully waking up. Make sure she's okay.

She finally couldn't see him go on like this, woke up in the middle of the night, and held his hand supporting his head.

"Sherlock, sleep peacefully, I won't run away."

Sherlock's indifferent gray-blue eyes were bloodshot, he lay down, held her hand, was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't believe it."

To him, her resurrection was more miraculous than a miracle, like a gift from the gods, if he didn't guard it carefully, this gift might be easily taken away.

A sigh floated in the dark night.

Wensti reached out and hugged his head in her arms, rubbing his curly hair soothingly: "Don't worry, I won't leave this time."

Sherlock didn't say that he believed it, but that her embrace was warm. He seemed to be back when he was lying in the cradle when he was a baby. At that time, he looked at a small ceiling and thought it was the whole world.His spirit was exhausted, and smelling the bath frankincense mixed with white roses and violets on her body, he finally couldn't bear the drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, he can now sleep peacefully.

Wensty turned over, and Sherlock put an arm around her waist, pulling him back into his arms.

"gentlemen?"

He didn't wake up, it was a subconscious action.

Wensty smiled slightly. The end of her sight was the night of Baker Street. She wondered if there were stars or the moon in the sky, and when did the evening rain stop... She felt very peaceful in her heart, like a sailboat sailing in a calm sea , the person she loves sleeps beside her, and she knows nothing can hurt him.

Day by day, both Sherlock and Wensty have become busy recently. It seems that Sherlock has received a big case, and he and John go out early and return late every day. If Wensty is not very busy, There was no time to think about it, otherwise she would really suspect that Sherlock and John were a good couple, the "Good British Food" show had come to an end, and Winsty had made it all the way to become one of the three candidates for the dessert category championship .

She is a popular contestant on the show, and another candidate has been displeased with her for a long time, and publicly revealed in an interview before the game: "The final result will always teach those who rely on their faces and gossip. An education lesson. "

His words were very strong, and he was obviously speaking for Wensty. These words brought a lot of heat to the show. When the interview microphone was passed in front of Wensty, Wensty answered with a smile : "He's right."

When many viewers thought she had given up, she answered again: "So I think I will win."

This confidence is not born out of thin air. In addition to the things she made can feed the curly cat at home, even Aziraphale came to cheer her up. The angel claimed that he had been in the mortal world for 6000 years. There were no more than ten people whose dessert skills surpassed Wensti's.

So what she said was not arrogance, but self-confidence.

The day of the finals was broadcast live globally. Before going out, Winsty left a ticket for Sherlock: "If your side ends early, come and watch my game."

She knew that he had encountered a particularly difficult and difficult case recently, and knew that he had no day, night or free time when he encountered a case, but she still held the small wish that he could come to the finals.

Sherlock stuffed the ticket into his coat pocket: "I'll definitely come."

Well, Winsty went out to the competition very happily. Since he said he would definitely come, he would definitely appear at the finals.

The finals are divided into three rounds according to the category. The dessert group is just in the last round. The contestants who have not competed have to sit in the viewing seats on the stage and wait.

Winsty sent a ticket to the finals to all the friends she made around her. She saw many people present. Mrs. Hudson and Mary kept holding up her posters, which made it hard for Mary to be full of enthusiasm despite her big belly. , her third uncle Crowley also attended with Aziraphale, Aziraphale waved to Wensty kindly, but Crowley looked impatient, when his eyes touched Wensty When they got together, Winston could read clearly from the shape of his mouth: Must win.

The British government (government) also specially sent her an encouraging message before the game, and hoped that she could send him a copy of the dessert made during the game after the game.

After a fierce competition, the winner of the staple food group has been duel, and the next competition is the drink group. Wensti looked for the audience, and she reserved the best seat for him, but that The place was empty.

There was not much suspense in the competition of the drink group. Feiler won the championship with a glass of "Empty Valley Orchid". When he was giving his acceptance speech, the camera specially showed Wensty. Weeping with joy, but they were disappointed by the result, Wensty looked distraught, with an official smile on his face.

After Ferrer finished his acceptance speech, there was a short advertisement, and the contestants in the dessert group made some adjustments and were about to start the competition.During the break between commercials, Mrs. Hudson helped the pregnant Mary to Wensty's side.

Mary: "Just now John sent a message to say that they have encountered a particularly difficult matter and may come later."

Wensti nodded. Although she felt a little disappointed, she wasn't the kind of person who would get angry if her boyfriend couldn't make it to the finals. What's more, Sherlock's case might be related to other people's lives.

The place reserved for Sherlock was still empty.

After the advertisement was played, the final round of the dessert group officially started. The final round adopted the method of "time-limited assignments". The host lifted the whiteboard and read: Fairy Tale.

The other two contestants breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this question. It seemed to be an easy question. Dessert is the food that best expresses fairy tales.

Unlike other contestants who showed their skills immediately after seeing the topic, Wensti stared at the topic for a long time. She was like a still painting. All the audience in the audience were secretly anxious, and the host had to remind her time is limited.

Wensti came to her senses and looked towards the auditorium. Countless pairs of eyes full of expectation focused on her, but the seat she had reserved was empty.

"We can now see that the No. [-] contestant, our favorite to win the championship, Winsty, has already started to move. She started to choose the ingredients. The first thing she chose was dark chocolate. Her methodical rhythm showed that she already had a perfect Good idea, let's take a look at the other two contestants..." The host walked around the three contestants and introduced their production progress.

What does the word fairy tale mean?

The explanation given in the dictionary is a literary genre.

The gentleman in her family probably thinks that only children with immature intelligence can read fairy tales.

However, Wen Sidi thinks that the more people who have experienced vicissitudes and tribulations, the more people who have seen the changes in the world have to believe that everything described in fairy tales exists in this world.

A big hourglass was placed on the stage, and when the sand in the hourglass ran out, the game would end. Time passed by, but Winsty was methodical, and she carefully created her own fairy tale.

Sherlock's position has been empty, and this situation has been maintained until the quicksand in the hourglass is exhausted, and the game is over.

Each contestant presents his work.

Host: "The work brought by contestant No. [-] is a tiramisu with a plate of cherry sauce on the side. What is your creative intention?"

"Speaking of fairy tales, all I can think of is sweetness. The Italian word for tiramisu is to take me away. This is a very fairytale name in itself. I chose the sweetest cherries in June to make this dessert. I hope It reminds everyone of fairy tales."

The camera gave a few close-up shots of the dessert made by the No. [-] contestant. The triangular-shaped tiramisu has a dense taste and is served with cherry sauce. It is easy to bring people back to the starry summer. After the judges took a few bites , rated this dessert, rinsed his mouth with water, and waited for the next dessert.

Host: "The second contestant's dessert is ingenious in shape. He made the dessert into the appearance of roses and birds. We can't help but wonder, what became his source of inspiration?"

Contestant No. [-] explained his dessert with a very proud attitude: "My source of inspiration is Wilde's fairy tale "The Nightingale and the Rose", so I made the dessert into the appearance of roses and birds. It is a story, but the feeling it brings is moving, and this kind of complex emotion is what I want to convey to every customer through my desserts."

Similarly, the camera also gave a few close-up shots of the dessert of No. [-] contestant. The rose and nightingale were carved so lifelike, as if a fairy tale written by Oscar Wilde was being staged. Several judges also tasted it and scored it.

It was Wensti's turn to present. She was the last contestant and the most popular among the three contestants. Many viewers had great expectations for her final work.

But when the plate was uncovered, many people sighed, and the number two contestant who had accused Wen Sidi sneered after seeing Wen Sidi's work.

The work she brought out was neither as elegant as the No. [-] contestant, nor as exquisite as the No. [-] contestant. What she put on her plate was a mess.

Host: "Judging from the expressions of the audience, it seems that contestant No. [-]'s work is not what they expected. Let's ask contestant No. [-] what is the idea?"

Winsty simply said: "This cake is dedicated to my family and my lover."

Her eyes stayed on that empty spot.

Wensti's dessert was delivered to the judges' table. Unlike the previous tasting of the works of No. [-] and No. [-] contestants, the judges were not very interested in her cake, and everyone only tasted a small bite.

Seeing this scene, contestant No. [-] muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, some people can't make it to the big stage."

But in the next second, he saw that the judges had finished dividing up the messy cake. The plate containing the cake was empty, and even the chocolate sauce on the plate was wiped clean. Not only did the judges eat up the cake , and showed a look of unsatisfactory expression.

A burst of anxiety ignited in contestant No. [-]'s heart. The moment he saw the judges' expressions, he knew that the result had come out, and the little girl he had always looked down upon would become the final champion.

But there was no happy expression on her face at all, but it couldn't be said that she was unhappy, it was just that her whole body seemed to be empty, and she was caught in her own thoughts.

Finally, the representatives of the judges stood up to announce the final result. The white-haired old man said emotionally: "After such a long period of fierce competition, I am very glad to see so many excellent dessert chefs emerging in this land. Craftsmanship wins wealth, respect and honor. I just tasted the works of the three contestants, and now I feel a lot of emotion. Desserts can not only bring us happiness, but also tell us stories.

Among them is a work that is divided into four layers with different tastes.The taste of the first taste is very strange, the bitterness of dark chocolate is mixed with the spicy taste of pepper, but after the stimulating taste, there is a burst of light fragrance of grass and flowers, which can make people return to the moment when flowers bloom in spring, and the sweetness of honey It makes the season step from spring to midsummer. Finally, the rich and mellow red wine fills the whole mouth like velvet. The four different tastes make us feel a real fairy tale. Its beginning is chaotic and dark, and every step of development They were all unexpected, and finally left a rich and mellow wine like old red wine.

Desserts that can tell stories became our final excellent work, which was the result of unanimous approval by several judges. "

"So the winner of the dessert category is..."

The on-site symphony orchestra played a grand and high-pitched movement, and when the music reached its apex, the champion's name came out: "Winsty!"

The champion's sequins were scattered on Winsty's body. Although she predicted that she would win before the game, she still couldn't hide her excitement when she actually received the trophy that symbolized honor.

Sherlock's place is still vacant.

He didn't make it to the finals.

When the host handed the microphone to Wensty to give her acceptance speech, a man covered in blood broke into the studio. His arrival caused a burst of exclamation from the surrounding audience. He rushed to the stage like a leopard, and the security guard hurried forward to block his steps.

Winsty recognized him, and raised the microphone and shouted to the security: "This is my friend, let him come up."

The security guard let go, and let the man walk up to the stage. When he saw Wensty, he held onto her sleeve tightly: "We're in an ambush... Sherlock...he...he's waiting for you... ..."

"John! John!"

Mary also saw clearly that the man covered in blood was her husband, and with Mrs. Hudson's support, she came forward and hugged John.

"what happened?"

"We sneaked into the criminal's lair, but the criminal said he wanted to play a game with Sherlock..."

Mary patted John on the back: "Stop talking about that now, where is Sherlock?"

John coughed and gave an address.

Mary: "There is no time now, Mrs. Hudson's car is parked at the door, Wensty, ask Mrs. Hudson to take you to see Sherlock, and I will take John to the hospital."

The game was interrupted by this sudden accident, Wensty dropped the microphone, got into Mrs. Hudson's sports car and went to the place John said, and the audience became a riot.

The angel and the devil looked at each other and decided to follow up to find out.

"And what about her acceptance speech?"

This is a global broadcast!

The man who was covered in blood just now and watched as he was dying sat up from the ground, got up and supported his wife beside him: "You can follow, and you may get more unexpected surprises than the acceptance speech."

The couple looked at each other and smiled, their eyes full of secrets that only the two of them could understand.

At the other end, a silver sports car was driving on the wide avenue.

Wensty's hands trembled slightly, she was restless, her whole body was standing on the edge of a cliff, and she would slip and fall if she was not careful.

Mrs. Hudson's driving skills are very good. She rushed to the place John mentioned in the fastest time. It was a gymnasium with Lestrade standing at the door.

"Inspector, where's Sherlock?"

Lestrade said nothing. He pointed to the stadium with one hand and lowered his head with the other hand.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Lestrade with special disgust: "Your acting skills are too bad!"

Lestrade raised his head, revealing his entire face, and the fake sadness just now was swept away.

"Really? I think I acted quite well."

When Wensti walked into the stadium, there was no one to accompany her, and it was pitch black. She used the flashlight of her mobile phone to search for signs of Sherlock.

He fell in the middle of the arena, unable to support himself anymore, Wensty ran over and hugged him.

There was a large smear of blood on his chest, staining his white shirt red.

His eyes were closed.

Winsty patted his face, awakening his consciousness: "Sherlock... Sherlock!"

Those gray-blue eyes opened, and there was a bleak smile on his lips: "You're here."

His breath was weak, and it was very difficult to say a word.

"Stop talking, I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'm sorry I didn't come to watch your game, did you win?"

"Win, win."

Winsty tried to put one of Sherlock's arms on her shoulders and lift him up, but his body was extremely heavy.

"I'll call Lestrade to help." There was a tremor in Winsty's voice.

"It's useless," Sherlock held her back, "I still have one wish that has not been fulfilled, can you fulfill it for me?"

"Don't say such dejected words, Sherlock, you'll be fine." Two lines of hot tears flowed down Winsty's face.

Sherlock coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of blood: "Can you fulfill my wish?"

"Yes, yes, if you get better, don't say a single wish, I will fulfill all your wishes for you..."

A gleam of light flashed from Sherlock's eyes.

"This is what you said."

"I said."

Tears blurred her eyes.

As soon as she finished speaking, the man who was still out of breath just now pressed a kiss on her forehead, patted the ashes on her body, and stood up from the ground.

Winsty was speechless at the sudden surprise.

Could this be a flashback?

It wasn't until Sherlock laughed that Winsty realized it was all a hoax, and she pushed him away in shame and annoyance.

But the person who stood up just now knelt down on one knee in front of her again.

"You just said that if I can get better, I can get my wish."

"Don't count, who told you to lie to me!"

Sherlock looked at her hand: "But you have already put on the ring."

A crystal clear diamond ring appeared on her hand at some unknown time.

This……

Sherlock took her hand and put it on his warm chest: "I used to think that marriage would affect my judgment, and I also thought that I would never get married, and then you appeared, a little butterfly easily It shook the pillar of my whole world. If marriage is a promise, then I promise you with my proud wisdom and reason, I will support you, care for you, protect you, respect you, and be proud of you."

In his eyes was the light of the stars of the whole universe.

"Although I seldom say this sentence, you should understand this very well, that is - I love you."

No, the stars in the entire universe added together are not as dazzling as in his eyes.

"Although you have already put on my ring with a special design on it, you can't take it off, but out of the etiquette you like, I still want to ask, are you willing to be the witness and reaper of my promise?"

As soon as he finished speaking, rose-colored fireworks were set off throughout the stadium, and a violin piece was flying all over the place, a melody she had never heard before, and Sherlock told her later that it was a piece he wrote especially for her song.

The movement played a fairy tale.

Just like the cake she made, the beginning was chaotic, every step was unexpected, but the ending was as expected.

Winsty sees life through Sherlock's starry eyes.

It was a miracle in itself that she could stand in front of him;

It was no less a miracle that he could swear by reason and wit.

Angels and demons sat unnoticed in corners of the gymnasium, admiring the spectacle on earth.

"Do you think I can really do things that make lovers get married?"

Crowley doesn't believe at all that he and Winsty will be signing a deal like this 50 years from now.

How kind is he?No, he's a demon.

The angel had already been moved to tears, and he sent the most sincere blessings to the lovers in his heart.

The film crew of "British Good Food" followed the show and recorded this romantic moment. Audiences all over the world witnessed this grand marriage proposal.

Mycroft in front of the TV was holding an umbrella with a happy smile on his lips. From then on, there was another person in the Holmes family that he worried about.

The people who cooperated with Sherlock in this play gathered in another corner and began to criticize whose acting skills were the worst.

Everything came to the end with the music, the fireworks were brilliant, and the years to come were long.

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Time travels.

In the annals of the witcher, the name of Sherlock Holmes is listed side by side with his wife Wensty Adams. The two of them have made outstanding contributions to the cause of exorcism, and they are the best combination of wisdom and magic.

As for the Book of the Dead, people in later generations have no idea what the Book of the Dead is. It only exists in stories like Aladdin's magic lamp.

John Watson's blog records some of their past experiences together. They used to investigate crimes together, participate in the World Food Competition together, and set up a "No Sherlock" tea party together... These have become topics that people talk about .

It is not known when Sherlock Holmes and Wensty Adams disappeared from people's sight.For several years, people have been going to 221 Baker Street to visit their traces, but the door there has always been closed. Some demon hunters who worship the two have tracked down the traces of the two through the spirit butterfly, and the spirit butterfly has always brought only one address: cloth The back hill of Lumu Town.

Many people traveled thousands of miles to arrive there, but what they saw was a dilapidated manor that seemed deserted, so the news that Sherlock Holmes and Winsty Adams were no longer alive spread like this.

Among the people looking for it, no one really walked through the dilapidated manor and waded through the muddy swamp, and naturally no one saw a flourishing white rose garden and a group of colorful butterflies after the barrenness.

"I always feel that Butterfly likes you very much."

Several butterflies flew around Winsty, and she also became a rose in the rose garden.

She is already old, and the corners of her eyes and brows have traces of time, but it does not hinder her lover's eyes, she is the most blooming rose, as long as she is there, the rest of the flowers will serve as her foil.

"Maybe I was once a butterfly too."

She was half joking, half truthful.

The gray-haired Sherlock who was with her glanced at her slowly, and for some reason, his wife always thought that she was once a butterfly.

That would be worth a dissertation on.

"Sir," 50 years have passed, and Winsty still retains this title, she suddenly remembered something, "I have seen you look old, and you have shut me out of this door .”

"How could I do this? If you can't prove it, you will make me a small cake tonight."

As he got older, Sherlock became more and more greedy for sweets like a child.

"Where's the evidence?"

"No evidence."

How should she produce evidence for the past story?

"Of course you can't prove it. This is just your imagination, or a dream of yours. All in all, all in all, today you are going to make my favorite little cake, and I can beat the eggs myself."

Sherlock walked happily into the kitchen.

Wensty looked at the sunset in the sky, like a candied egg, the yolk flowed out, and the entire sky turned orange.

In a daze, Wensti saw the young girl, galloping back from the other side of the road with desperate courage, and startled a group of butterflies flying...

That shadow was already hazy in her memory.

She has returned to a good life, forget it, forget it, it's no big deal.

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The author has something to say: the full text is over, and this story is over for me. In the remaining years, I actually believe that as long as the two of them can always trust and support each other, all difficulties can be overcome.

Next, it is customary to talk about feelings.In fact, the original intention of the story was that I wanted to write a story that went around and around. The original ending was indeed a tragedy. The old Sherlock saw the young Wensty. This was the original ending, because I think the tragic ending is particularly moving. , but later I wanted everyone to watch the story, and it was more for fun and joy, so I revised the ending. Now I think a happy ending is pretty good, as long as everyone likes it.

When writing the article, some cases were involved, including the adaptation cases based on the plot of the movie, the plot of the original "Sherlock Holmes" and real cases, as well as some cases that I scratched my head. If there are any logical mistakes I hope everyone will point it out.In fact, the biggest case in this article is whether Sherlock Holmes has unlocked the Book of the Dead. Everything revolves around this. Sherlock has changed from a detective to a suspect. This is the original source of inspiration that pushed me to write the story.

As for the heroine Wensti, because I like the Adams family so much, I think that in essence, the Adams family and Sherlock are all the same. .

Although I didn't go back to everyone's comments one by one, I read them all. I saw the little cutie who asked me to write about Maggie. Maybe I will start writing when I find a heroine with emotion. I will leave it before filling in the following the pit.I advertised "[Comprehensive British and American] Anna M Decided to Die". This is a Lily article. ] Those Years When I Was a Demon and Monster" This is a pure sugar and non-abuse campus love story, the hero is a little spider.

In short, this story ends here, see you in the next story.