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

Fuster said that Winsty was playing the piano upstairs, and that piece of music was supposed to be dedicated to Debbie and Fuster. She didn't want to, and said to Sherlock: "Debbie defiled this piece of music."

But now she is especially willing to dedicate this piece to Morticia and Gomez, her parents who have the most touching love in the world.

The sound of her piano was overwhelmed by laughter, and Sherlock only heard the sound of the piano when he walked to the door of the piano room, separated by a wooden door, like a cork in a wine bottle blocking the aroma of the red wine.

Sherlock pushed the door open and went in, she played it so earnestly that she didn't notice it.He closed the door gently, shutting out the laughter, put his hands in his pockets, and listened to her play his favorite tune.

Wensty played emotionally, closed her eyes, her soul wandered along with the sound of the piano, and her slender and fair fingers, which usually knead dough, wandered between the black and white keys.

The piano was placed against the window sill, and the summer wind blew her hair back, and she could smell the plants and flowers in the courtyard.

The tune is still the same. Wensty has played it many times, but today's performance is particularly "exceptional". She usually plays according to the score and rhythm, but this afternoon she rebelled once and followed her own rhythm. Mood, put all the secrets in your heart at your fingertips.

Shylock agrees with reason, he uses music to sort out his thoughts, but he also admits that music is extremely emotional, it communicates with the soul, and it can convey what words cannot convey.

He quietly listened to Wensty play once, mixed in with her piano sound, and tried to read her emotions. After listening to the song, he opened his eyes, and the sunlight outside was a little dazzling.

Winsty didn't want to stop. Like a green leaf, she quietly fell from the branch at night, touched the cool water, and flowed down the stream.

As she bounced and bounced, she felt that the bench beside her was sunken, and the stream stopped flowing. She opened her eyes and saw...the stream that was flowing down smoothly turned into a dark and turbulent sea.

Sherlock joined in, and Winsty knew he played the violin very well, and just learned today that he also played the piano very well.

"Concentrate," Sherlock told her.

Winsty closed her eyes, but the rhythm of the tune under her fingertips changed. She originally played Secret, but after Sherlock joined, it changed to Hidden Secret.

Sherlock keenly noticed something was wrong, he opened his eyes, and the emotions of the people around him were not as calm as her surface.

Sherlock remembered his dream. In the monotonous world of black and white, only a group of blue butterflies were flying around him. Then they flew away and hid in the fog. The blue was diluted by the white fog. He started Look for.

The sound of the piano intensified, and the fingers of the two quickly moved across the piano.

Winsty sensed that a blue storm was about to swallow her.

The thicker the white mist before Sherlock's eyes, the more he wanted to see what happened.

After the song ended, Wensty and Sherlock opened their eyes at the same time. Wensty's chest heaved violently, as if he couldn't breathe, and Sherlock's forehead was also covered with thin beads of sweat.

The two completed a chase with each other, and the outcome was decided.

Sherlock looked at Wensty fixedly.

She couldn't say a word, her heart was tightly held by a big hand, she thought: I lost.But I also feel that this is a very normal thing.

"gentlemen……"

"You can ask directly." His tone was calm.

"Uh, you play the piano really well, did you learn it when you were young?"

"My parents paid great attention to the cultivation of music."

"Oh."

"anything else?"

"Anything else? Not anymore."

"You're easy to spot when you're lying."

"Uh, I really want to meet your parents," Wensty felt that his face must have turned into a ripe red pomegranate in summer, and said something out of nowhere, feeling something was wrong, and hurriedly explained, "I mainly I want to know what kind of parents are capable of raising such outstanding children as you and Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock nodded: "I have the opportunity to introduce you, what else?"

Wensty shook her head like a rattle: "No more, really no more."

Sherlock's brow furrowed. He had already told her that lying was easy to spot. The more sincere she was, the higher the degree of lying.

A knock on the door saved Wensty. If it hadn't been for the knock on the door, she would have drowned in the ocean, no matter what the secret was.

Winsty breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Pugsley walk in.

"what's up?"

"Luke let's go over and try on flower girl clothes."

"Flower girl?" Sherlock was sure he had heard correctly, Winsty and First seemed a little too old to be flower girls.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad want me and Winsty to be flower girls."

Even if Debbie and Foster hadn't gotten married, Wensty still couldn't escape the fate of being a flower girl. She sighed leisurely, and squinted at Sherlock beside her: "You don't have to hold back your laughter if you want to."

Sherlock's long face was covered with creases.

With a cold face, Winsty stepped on him, and followed Pugsley out.

Sherlock followed her with his hands in his pockets.

"Sir," Winsty turned around and said to him, "Luke seems to be a bit overwhelmed, so go and help Luke."

Sherlock felt Wensty's emotions in her black eyes at the moment, and she didn't want him to follow.

Reluctantly, he walked forward, stared into her eyes, saw his body line occupying her entire pupil, her world shook, and took a slight step back.

Pugsley behind him seems to understand something. He has never read love books, and his favorite stories have always been about dragons and knights, but he knows that when a man suddenly approaches a woman, the next action is a lingering kiss— —His father always does this to his mother.

Pugsley very consciously covered his eyes with his hands, and then spread his five fingers to reveal the gaps, but the good show he was looking forward to has never been staged.

Sherlock walked past Winsty, walked to Luke's side as she wished, and helped him.

Wensty had just experienced a whirlwind, and she stopped breathing the moment Sherlock approached.

"Winsty—" Pugsley called her name.

Winsty came back slowly: "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to try on flower girl clothes."

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, let's go."

Pugsley felt that Wensty had changed a lot when she came back this time. She was not as clever as before.

Pugsley sighed secretly in his heart: As the smartest person in the family, the pressure is really great.

Luke saw Sherlock who came to help and shook his head. He didn't need any help, he just liked working, and working made him extremely happy.

He pointed to Wensti upstairs: you go find her.

Sherlock insisted on taking the box in his hand: "Let me help you, your master doesn't want me to follow her."

Mechanical doubts appeared in Luke's eyes, and when he understood clearly, he patted Sherlock's shoulder, and every time he patted it, it seemed to throw Sherlock into the ground.

"Thank you."

Luke's consolation was too heavy, and some of him couldn't bear it.

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The moment Wensty saw the flower girl clothes, she was devastated. She had no experience as a flower girl, but she had never eaten pork and hadn't seen a pig running. Aren't the flower girl clothes she had seen all white? Pengsha, dress like a princess, what is this one handed to her?

Wensti held the one-piece silver fringed skirt in her hand, feeling complicated.

"Are you sure you want me to wear a flower girl's dress like this?" Winsty raised his eyebrows, whose flower girl's clothes look like this.

Morticia and Gomez nodded in unison: "We have already held a wedding, and it was a wonderful memory, but we don't want to have the same wedding again. Hey, the Adams family just pursues something different."

Makes sense.

"So what kind of wedding do you want to have that requires me to wear this dress?"

"Oh dear," Morticia came over and held Winsty's face, "Our wedding has nothing to do with what you wear, we just want to discover a different version of you."

Discover a different her?It's unnecessary, this is their wedding, not her transformation conference.

Winsty: "No need."

"We think it's very necessary, so go and try it on." Morticia stuffed the skirt into her hand, urging her to try it on quickly.

Wensty changed into this one-piece silver fringed skirt. Not to mention, the whole skirt fit her body just right, like her second skin, but this skirt was too fabric-saving and the hem was too tight. Short, just past the thighs, and a large piece of back skin was exposed.

After she changed her clothes, she remained silent.

Morticia urged her outside the door: "My little baby, are you alright?"

"All right."

When Mortisia saw her daughter in a fringed skirt, as she expected, Wensty was very suitable for this skirt, but her limbs were still a little stiff and timid.

Wensty had never worn such a sexy skirt. Her clothes were extremely comfortable, and they were often wide and wide, with no curves at all. Suddenly changing into a skirt like this made her uncomfortable for a while.

"Honey, I knew this dress would suit you, it's a masterpiece."

Winsty tried to pull down the skirt: "Is this really good?"

"Of course, it's simply wonderful."

Morticia took her to the mirror and asked her to look at the graceful girl in the mirror.

"Be confident in yourself, Wensty Adams, a woman's body is beautiful and inviolable, but if you want to show it, don't let it drown in your coat."

Morticia told Winsty: "It's only one day before my wedding with your father, don't get fat, you won't be able to wear this dress."

"Um……"

While eating dinner, Sherlock noticed that Winsty made more than usual, and she stuffed things into her mouth like a strong man.

"You eat a lot more than you usually do, and you didn't do very tiring work, such as helping Luke carry boxes, you just went to try on your flower girl clothes and it became like this, you think Make yourself fat so you can't wear a flower girl dress."

Just when Morticia passed by Wensty, upon hearing Sherlock's words, she took away the small cream cake in front of Wensty, and said, "I will supervise your diet and make sure you can wear yours. Flower girl clothes."

Morticia left with graceful steps.

Wensty glared at Sherlock: "It's all your fault."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-1120:38:57~2020-04-1310:29:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Nameless 2;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of lean; 1 bottle of Hua Tsai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!