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

The last stop of Winsty's shopping trip was an audio-visual disc store. This time she stopped picking and picking, and went straight to Quentin Tarantino's special area to buy his selected collection of discs.

Dr. Newman followed her, picking up a few discs from time to time to have a look, and then put them back on the shelf. Wensti took a small shopping basket to hold the discs, and he took them naturally and carried them on his wrist .

The small shopping basket is already full of discs.

"Does your family like this director very much?"

"Well, there's one I like in particular."

Quentin Tarantillo is the director who most suits the aesthetics of the hand. When the hand was watching "Darkness Before Dawn", when he saw the foot with the ring and the wine glass together, he was so excited that he ran around the room, and the rest The family thought it had some disease.

Thinking of this scene, Winsty couldn't help showing a smile on her face. Her eyes were drooping slightly, and she carefully selected the disc. Her curly and thick eyelashes were like a small feather fan, casting a shadow under her eyes.

Her profile fell into the eyes of Dr. Newman, which brought back memories of Dr. Newman five years ago. After he finished his work, he went to the flower market. The flowers in Broome were in full bloom and colorful. He saw it at a corner. I found a white rose that bloomed the best. Its branches and leaves have not been pruned, two-thirds of the branches are submerged in water, and the green leaves at the bottom are swaying in the water.

How can I think of that rose?

Dr. Newman couldn't understand either.

Winsty had already selected the disc, and when she turned her head, she saw that Dr. Newman was distracted, and she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

Winsty: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Once the thoughts are aroused, it is easy to scatter to other places. "Accidentally remembered the past. How about you? Do you like Tarantino?"

He changed the subject.

"I can't say I like it very much, but it's okay." Winsty replied.

Dr. Newman followed the topic: "Then what kind of movies do you like?"

"I like it..."

It is obviously a very simple question, but Wensty didn't know how to describe it for a while. She likes that kind of sweet and warm tragedy, especially the kind where the relationship between two people develops like a small bridge and flowing water, but in the middle they encounter a fork At the intersection, the originally interdependent rivers had to split into two waves. When they converged downstream, both sides brought their own sediment, green dragonflies, fish and shrimp along the way. .

After watching this type of film, Wensty felt the empty trance in her heart, just like a person in his twilight years, no matter how great the vigor is, it will be wiped out by time. Times have changed.

"Ok?"

Dr. Newman was waiting for Wensty's answer, but she didn't speak for a long time.

Wensty's words were stuck in her heart. She privately thought that she should not tell Dr. Newman this feeling. He was very kind, but Wensty just couldn't say it.

Her eyes accidentally glanced at a disc in the middle of the shelf, she reached out to pick it out, and showed it to Dr. Newman: "I like this kind."

Pale yellow like old paper, a miniature sketch of a woman.

Somewhere in time 1980

(Turn Back Time 70 Years)

With examples, Winsty didn't need to explain much.

Dr. Newman smiled: "I haven't seen this movie yet."

"Then you can take a look, but it doesn't have any ups and downs in the plot, maybe it's not to your liking."

Anyway, First and Paglis fell asleep while watching it. Compared to such a slow-paced romantic literary movie, they prefer to watch monsters fight each other.

"Do you think I'm vulgar if I don't like it?"

Wensti was slightly taken aback, and quickly denied: "Of course not. Everyone has their own aesthetic tastes. If they all like the same kind, then how boring it would be to make a movie."

Dr. Newman describes the pleasurable activity of going to the movies like a taste test.

"I just wanted to..." Dr. Newman's voice trailed off, and he turned a corner in the middle of his words. "Who do you usually go to the movies with in London?"

"No one, myself."

"Then when you come back, let's watch this movie together." Dr. Newman said with gentle eyes.

Winsty was stunned for a moment, put the disc back to its original position, and said, "Let's talk about it."

She escaped Dr. Newman's gaze, and the light in those emerald green eyes dimmed.

When she went back, Winsty wasn't as relaxed as when she came here. She could read the emotion in Dr. Newman's eyes, as soft as a glass of warm water. If it wasn't for her being sentimental, it was because he was looking forward to the next development.

In the closed and narrow space of the car, she felt that the flowing air was uncomfortable.

Since being transferred to this era, Wensty has never considered the relationship between a man and a woman. All her goals revolve around the name "Sherlock Holmes", after all, that is why she came to this era.

Finally reaching Baker Street, Wensty heaved a sigh of relief in her heart. She unloaded the things she bought from Dr. Newman's car, carrying all the big and small bags in her hands.

"Let me help you up there," said Dr. Newman.

"No need," Winsty rejected his offer, "it's only a few steps away, and these things are not heavy."

"really?"

"real."

Winsty smiled, a smile that was extraordinarily sincere.

If Sherlock was here, she would be able to tell at a glance that she was lying, she was just pretending to be relaxed, and the hand that was clearly holding the shopping bag was slightly flushed.

But Dr. Newman is no Sherlock Holmes.

"Thank you for today, goodbye."

Wensty said goodbye, and Dr. Newman stopped Wensty when she turned around. Wensty's hands were really sore: "Is there anything else?"

"I'm waiting for your answer."

Wensty thought for a few seconds, then smiled, politely and distantly: "I will definitely do your part of 'no beauty, no decay or destruction'."

Under the sun, she left a back view for Dr. Newman without any hesitation. She understood that Dr. Newman's words had a deep meaning, but she didn't understand the deep meaning, and only regarded him as a special customer.

Wensti knows that there must be a degree in getting along with people. No matter how special a customer is, she is still a customer. She tries her best to take care of his taste, but she doesn't care about his emotion.

When Wensty went upstairs, carrying so many bags, her steps were very difficult. Just halfway through the first floor, she saw Sherlock in dark green long pajamas appearing at the stairs.

He walked down with long legs and took the shopping bag in her hand.

"thank you, sir."

Sherlock walked in front of Westy, and Westi looked at his broad back and thought that there might be a pair of invisible little wings growing on it.

"You're welcome." After hearing Wensty close the door below, he took heavier steps than usual and judged that she must be carrying a heavy weight. "Not only did you go to the Louis department store, but you also went to see a doctor." ?”

"You're half right. I went to Lewis, but I didn't go to the doctor."

"You have the smell of medical alcohol with a concentration of 70.00% five."

Have it?

Winsty sniffed herself, she didn't smell any medical alcohol.

"Of course, although there is not much contamination, you must have been in contact with people who work in the medical field."

This is not wrong.

"A customer who is a doctor gave me a ride."

"You don't have to be so considerate to the old man, and you can lift the heavy objects for you without hurting his body."

"Sir, are you awake?"

Hearing what Sherlock said, he felt that the doctor who gave her a ride was already very old.

The two of them had reached the second floor, and Wensty took out the key to open the door, then turned sideways to let Sherlock go in first.

"How did you deduce that I wasn't awake?"

"No inference, just a random guess."

Sherlock puts what Winsty bought next to her suitcase.

Seeing Sherlock's eyebrows frowned, Wensty said, "It's irresponsible to one's own brain to speculate without any evidence. If that happens, it will only lead you astray."

She imitated his tone, finished the passage quickly, and then burst out laughing.

Sherlock looked at Wensty with a kind of concern for the wisdom of goldfish.

He said: "I'm very glad that you have this awareness, but you are still making guesses without evidence."

"No, no, sir, I'm just imitating your speech. The reason why I think you didn't sleep well is because your inference about the doctor was wrong."

"Wrong? So that doctor is a woman, a woman who wears men's perfume, and her personality will be more masculine..."

Wensty interrupted Sherlock's eloquent analysis: "It's not a matter of gender, that doctor is not an old man, he should be quite young."

"should?"

"It looks about your age."

Winsty didn't know how old Dr. Newman was, but he looked quite young.

Sherlock fell into deep thought. He sat on the sofa, propped his head on one hand, his pale blue eyes were out of focus.

Winsty didn't bother him, and silently opened the suitcase to put the things she bought just now. Next to her suitcase was Sherlock's black leather suitcase.

His trunk seemed a little bigger than when she left it.

Wensty found a dark blue packing box. She remembered that she didn't buy such a packing box. She unwrapped the white bow and found a small handwritten card inside:

But your long summer never fades,

Your beauty will not be lost,

Even death can't do it,

When you grow with time in immortal poetry.

The ink blue handwriting is delicate and elegant.

In addition to this card, there is also a row of clarinet lipsticks lying in the box.

Without her knowing, Dr. Newman mixed the box with her purchases.

Winsty sighed softly.

Sherlock tilted his head to look at her, and she resealed the box so it wasn't in the suitcase: it was a gift from Winsty, and it bothered her a lot.

"Just return the gifts you don't want to accept."

"It's definitely going to go back."

She closed her eyes slightly, hoping that after the gift was returned, Dr. Newman would not be obsessed with her.

Sherlock returned to his own thinking track again. He always thought that the doctor Wensty was talking about was already old, because besides the smell of medical alcohol, there was also an ancient men's perfume smell on Wensty's body.

Cedarwood, sandalwood, amber, musk, vetiver...Sherlock can even name the ingredients in the perfume, of course he doesn't smell it just by his nose, his grandfather also has a perfume like this, which has been discontinued It's been a long time, it's an antique perfume, and its target audience is older men with a certain amount of experience.

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The doctor's words also come from Shakespeare's No. 18 sonnet.

The author has something to say: Because Meiyu has not decided on a leading actor, I have too much information to read, because I still feel that I have to read a book to understand how Hollywood operates and how stars are created. Read it Film history and biographies, plus this article may be very long, so I decided to press it first and then write it.

After I finished writing this, I decided to finish the short Lily article I wrote before, and then write [Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I was a ghost, my original name was the Screaming Queen, cp is a chatty little spider, change my mind, campus sweet article, The story of the little witch and the boy will not be very long

Then write [Comprehensive British and American] During the years when I was a civil servant in heaven, CP was a very poor Doctor Strange, and it would not be very long

That's my mission for this year!

As for the male second, to be honest, everyone should really stop guessing him. His identity will be revealed soon, and there will be no love scenes. He is indeed not born in the 21st century (when I figured it out at the time I think it’s amazing, no one must have thought of it, so you can guess that I’m embarrassed!)

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