[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street
Chapter 74 Looking for Butterflies 06
Winsty was doomed to wear a different kind of flower girl clothes. She carried a white rattan flower basket and walked behind Morticia, who was all dressed up, and scattered rose petals one by one.
Wensti focused on completing her work, and she could only avoid Sherlock's eyes by devoting herself wholeheartedly to the untechnical task of spreading flower petals.
The moment she walked in the door, she saw him. He was wearing a purple satin shirt, which was very different from usual. When he stood in the crowd, he was like an arrogant and indifferent violet, luxurious and hazy like smoke.
Winsty also knew that Sherlock had noticed her too, and the moment she walked in, their eyes briefly met, and then her soul felt lit by a match.
Winsty hastily pretended to be calm and avoided his gaze, like a prisoner in a battle who has already fled, but still maintains a useless decency.
Sherlock, who easily won, stared at the flower girl behind the bride. His eyes were unscrupulous, and he couldn't hold the bride, the groom, and another flower girl dressed as a dragon. There was no wedding, but it was a fire tree and silver flower. , no more nights.
She seemed to be surrounded by a brilliant firework, the firework rose to the sky, and when it fell, it wrapped her pale skin like snow, and her whole body was enveloped by a very warm pearly light.
The usual Wensty is also very good-looking, but it is only the beauty of the youngest daughter's house. The more I look at it now, the more I feel that the waves are rippling. She is a goddess transformed from a mountain spring, showing a shy and beautiful posture, which makes people feel unstoppable. feeling.
Sherlock sighed softly, he felt that something was disturbing his proud sanity, and he needed to get out of here.
The flower girls separated at both ends, the bride and groom began to take their oaths, everyone's eyes were focused on the wedding stage, and while no one was paying attention, Sherlock quietly retreated from the crowd with the unfinished wine just now.
The wind outside was very cool, just enough to blow away the beautiful thoughts in his mind.
Sherlock came under the camphor tree called "Gary". It was different from the dead branches and leaves that he saw at first. It grew extremely luxuriantly, with deep roots, at least a hundred years old.
Gary dropped a branch and landed in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at the top of the pavilion, grabbed the branch, and put the wine glass under the tree: "Thank you."
Winsty once told him: "I spent most of my time before I came to London in a big tree in my house."
Sherlock recalled the appearance of Wensty when he was young, and a green figure ran out of his mind. Although her facial features had been formed, her face was much jerky than today. The white rose hadn't grown yet, and she was a small person Sitting on this big tree.
He sat in her seat, and from what she could see: the wide sky and the distant town, she had been sitting here for 18 years, and Sherlock always felt that she should be waiting for something.
There was a burst of cheers in the house. The bride and groom had already exchanged their vows. At this moment, the landscape in the manor changed drastically. The vibrant flowers and plants all withered, and the leaves on Gary's body fell down. , It's back to being bald again, like a little old man who has lost all his hair, but this is Gary's favorite look, with a head full of green leaves and a bunch of bugs, it's so uncomfortable.
Sherlock reached out and caught a fallen leaf.
The plants of Adams Manor offered their gifts to their owners, and all the prosperity and splendor belonged to them, and they will surely be sweet and loving in the future.
Winsty stood aside, listening to Morticia and Gomez tell their love story, how they met for the first time, how they fell in love, and walked into the palace of marriage hand in hand.
She has heard these things many times, but she still applauds and cheers when she hears them again. She sees love in the eyes of Morticia and Gomez.
Not every child is able to attend their parents' wedding, so Winsty made a point of mentioning it at the wedding banquet before presenting her parents a wedding gift.
When the prelude to the song came out, Winsty heard a different kind of ensemble, faintly coming from outside the house. She couldn't tell which instrument was used, and it was very clear.
She searched for the purple figure in the crowd, but to no avail.
This clear voice accompanied her throughout the whole piece.
After the song ended, Wensti breathed a sigh of relief. She gave her favorite song to the best love in her eyes, and then quietly withdrew from the crowd.
Sure enough, Winsty found the missing purple figure on the tree, and she asked Gary to send her up.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
Sherlock looked at the girl beside her, her eyes were beautiful and kind, and she was best at telling lies with these eyes.
"Then why are you here?"
"Of course I came to see you."
"Why did you come to see me?"
"Let's see why you came out and see if something happened."
"Nothing happened," Sherlock said, averting her eyes. "Are you cold?"
The night wind was very cool, and the dress Wensti was wearing really saved fabric, and a large area of her skin was exposed to the night wind.
"well enough."
Sherlock curled his lips into a smile.
"Okay okay, I do feel a little cold."
Although he didn't speak, Winsty could clearly hear what he said—it's easy to find out that you're lying.
"Go get an extra dress," said Sherlock, keeping his head down at the ground.
The people around me didn't move at all.
"If you don't add more clothes, tomorrow you will be dizzy, your nose will be blocked, you will not be able to sneeze, and your eyes will be watery."
He described the signs of Wensty's cold, but she remained silent.
Sherlock finally looked up, and Winsty was staring at him, motionless.
She said: "I always feel that you are very strange today."
"Where is it strange?" When the word "strange" was mentioned, Sherlock also felt that he was indeed very strange today.
He subjectively wanted Wensty to stay away from him, but if she wanted to get closer, he didn't feel disgusted at all, on the contrary, he was very happy.
What's so strange about Sherlock?
Winsty tilted her head unconsciously thinking, she thought he was weird, but she couldn't say anything about his strange behavior, it was only subjective guessing without conclusive evidence.
Sherlock's eyes moved from her body to the distant town, giving him the illusion of being in heaven overlooking the world at a high altitude.
Sherlock: "Have you figured it out yet?"
"You make me think again."
"If it was a murder, by the time you figure out what's so strange about the murderer, he'd have already run away."
This is not a murder case, how can Sherlock get involved in the murder case?
Winsty looked at him, insisting on seeing something different from him.
The lights of distant towns are printed in Sherlock's eyes, like a bright fire hidden in the deep blue sea.
"Yeah, I got it."
Unexpectedly, he said slowly, "You...can you notice?"
Sherlock's inaudible words turned into surprise in Winsty's ears, and he seemed to be saying, "Only you can find out what's strange about me?" This was irony, ridicule, and contempt.
"Of course," Wensty actually had no idea, she guessed wildly, "Why don't you look at me?"
Anyway, it's already been said, so it's better to say it more bluntly.
"I'm so good-looking today, isn't it strange that you don't even look at me?"
Sherlock was silent.
The period of his silence was long enough for Winsty to wonder.
No way, he doesn’t think there is nothing at all, does he think that I am too narcissistic, like the beautiful boy in Greek mythology who drowned because of his beauty?
Or he thinks it's normal at all, and it shouldn't be. Parents say they are very beautiful, and Pugsley thinks so too... Oh, yes, they are relatives, and such words should not be believed.
"Sir, even if you don't like it, according to the etiquette of a gentleman, you should praise a well-dressed lady."
Sherlock stared at her with his deep eyes: "Go and add another dress."
Winsty: "..."
She was stunned, and Sherlock had already responded. He patted the branch and asked Gary to extend the branch and send him into the room.
He had been in Adams Manor for less than a week, and his relationship with Gary had become so good.
Only Winsty was left in the tree.She was messing around in the wind by herself, even if it didn't look good, he just said it directly, and she wouldn't kick him off the tree, why did she leave her here alone?
That's literally worse than being dizzy, having a blocked nose, not being able to sneeze, and having a tear in one eye.
Winsty sighed, and just wanted Gary to send her back, when Sherlock was already back, holding a coat in his hand.
He put his coat over her.
Winsty took a deep breath and looked at him blankly.
"We're going back to Baker Street after our wedding. I don't want to take a sick number with me when I leave, and I don't want to be infected by a sick number."
Even though Sherlock said that, Winsty felt very warm. She smiled, her eyes were bent into a crescent, and there were some sequins on the lying silkworms, which was charming and moving.
"I have something to tell you."
"You're really weird tonight," Winsty said, "Usually, you'd say everything directly, and you'd say a bunch of things, just like a wooden barn."
Sherlock's gaze was fixed on Wensty's face like moonlight.
"I may not be so important to Mycroft Holmes as you think."
Sherlock could imagine the fat man's reaction if he heard this sentence, he would definitely say: Brother, what you said really broke my heart.
Winsty couldn't understand why he suddenly heard the name Mycroft: "So?"
"Are you going back to Baker Street?"
"Of course, it's none of your brother's business if I go back to Baker Street."
Winsty replied without thinking, with a sincere tone and sincere eyes.
Sherlock: "..."
Sherlock lowered his head calmly.
"Sir, I have something to tell you too."
"What is it?"
He didn't anticipate what she was going to say like he usually did, which was so weird.
Wensti lightly touched the corner of his clothes: "This is actually a wedding dress that my father prepared." I don't know how it fell on him.
"Your cousin gave it to me," said Sherlock.
"so."
In fact, there is one more thing she didn't tell Sherlock, Morticia originally planned to wear a fringed skirt to get married.
The author has something to say: Let me spoil the spoiler first, there is no abuse ahead, don’t be so scared
感谢在2020-04-1420:24:01~2020-04-1519:45:13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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of water suits; IZZY_WXY;) 2 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
Wensti focused on completing her work, and she could only avoid Sherlock's eyes by devoting herself wholeheartedly to the untechnical task of spreading flower petals.
The moment she walked in the door, she saw him. He was wearing a purple satin shirt, which was very different from usual. When he stood in the crowd, he was like an arrogant and indifferent violet, luxurious and hazy like smoke.
Winsty also knew that Sherlock had noticed her too, and the moment she walked in, their eyes briefly met, and then her soul felt lit by a match.
Winsty hastily pretended to be calm and avoided his gaze, like a prisoner in a battle who has already fled, but still maintains a useless decency.
Sherlock, who easily won, stared at the flower girl behind the bride. His eyes were unscrupulous, and he couldn't hold the bride, the groom, and another flower girl dressed as a dragon. There was no wedding, but it was a fire tree and silver flower. , no more nights.
She seemed to be surrounded by a brilliant firework, the firework rose to the sky, and when it fell, it wrapped her pale skin like snow, and her whole body was enveloped by a very warm pearly light.
The usual Wensty is also very good-looking, but it is only the beauty of the youngest daughter's house. The more I look at it now, the more I feel that the waves are rippling. She is a goddess transformed from a mountain spring, showing a shy and beautiful posture, which makes people feel unstoppable. feeling.
Sherlock sighed softly, he felt that something was disturbing his proud sanity, and he needed to get out of here.
The flower girls separated at both ends, the bride and groom began to take their oaths, everyone's eyes were focused on the wedding stage, and while no one was paying attention, Sherlock quietly retreated from the crowd with the unfinished wine just now.
The wind outside was very cool, just enough to blow away the beautiful thoughts in his mind.
Sherlock came under the camphor tree called "Gary". It was different from the dead branches and leaves that he saw at first. It grew extremely luxuriantly, with deep roots, at least a hundred years old.
Gary dropped a branch and landed in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock looked at the top of the pavilion, grabbed the branch, and put the wine glass under the tree: "Thank you."
Winsty once told him: "I spent most of my time before I came to London in a big tree in my house."
Sherlock recalled the appearance of Wensty when he was young, and a green figure ran out of his mind. Although her facial features had been formed, her face was much jerky than today. The white rose hadn't grown yet, and she was a small person Sitting on this big tree.
He sat in her seat, and from what she could see: the wide sky and the distant town, she had been sitting here for 18 years, and Sherlock always felt that she should be waiting for something.
There was a burst of cheers in the house. The bride and groom had already exchanged their vows. At this moment, the landscape in the manor changed drastically. The vibrant flowers and plants all withered, and the leaves on Gary's body fell down. , It's back to being bald again, like a little old man who has lost all his hair, but this is Gary's favorite look, with a head full of green leaves and a bunch of bugs, it's so uncomfortable.
Sherlock reached out and caught a fallen leaf.
The plants of Adams Manor offered their gifts to their owners, and all the prosperity and splendor belonged to them, and they will surely be sweet and loving in the future.
Winsty stood aside, listening to Morticia and Gomez tell their love story, how they met for the first time, how they fell in love, and walked into the palace of marriage hand in hand.
She has heard these things many times, but she still applauds and cheers when she hears them again. She sees love in the eyes of Morticia and Gomez.
Not every child is able to attend their parents' wedding, so Winsty made a point of mentioning it at the wedding banquet before presenting her parents a wedding gift.
When the prelude to the song came out, Winsty heard a different kind of ensemble, faintly coming from outside the house. She couldn't tell which instrument was used, and it was very clear.
She searched for the purple figure in the crowd, but to no avail.
This clear voice accompanied her throughout the whole piece.
After the song ended, Wensti breathed a sigh of relief. She gave her favorite song to the best love in her eyes, and then quietly withdrew from the crowd.
Sure enough, Winsty found the missing purple figure on the tree, and she asked Gary to send her up.
"Sir, what are you doing here?"
Sherlock looked at the girl beside her, her eyes were beautiful and kind, and she was best at telling lies with these eyes.
"Then why are you here?"
"Of course I came to see you."
"Why did you come to see me?"
"Let's see why you came out and see if something happened."
"Nothing happened," Sherlock said, averting her eyes. "Are you cold?"
The night wind was very cool, and the dress Wensti was wearing really saved fabric, and a large area of her skin was exposed to the night wind.
"well enough."
Sherlock curled his lips into a smile.
"Okay okay, I do feel a little cold."
Although he didn't speak, Winsty could clearly hear what he said—it's easy to find out that you're lying.
"Go get an extra dress," said Sherlock, keeping his head down at the ground.
The people around me didn't move at all.
"If you don't add more clothes, tomorrow you will be dizzy, your nose will be blocked, you will not be able to sneeze, and your eyes will be watery."
He described the signs of Wensty's cold, but she remained silent.
Sherlock finally looked up, and Winsty was staring at him, motionless.
She said: "I always feel that you are very strange today."
"Where is it strange?" When the word "strange" was mentioned, Sherlock also felt that he was indeed very strange today.
He subjectively wanted Wensty to stay away from him, but if she wanted to get closer, he didn't feel disgusted at all, on the contrary, he was very happy.
What's so strange about Sherlock?
Winsty tilted her head unconsciously thinking, she thought he was weird, but she couldn't say anything about his strange behavior, it was only subjective guessing without conclusive evidence.
Sherlock's eyes moved from her body to the distant town, giving him the illusion of being in heaven overlooking the world at a high altitude.
Sherlock: "Have you figured it out yet?"
"You make me think again."
"If it was a murder, by the time you figure out what's so strange about the murderer, he'd have already run away."
This is not a murder case, how can Sherlock get involved in the murder case?
Winsty looked at him, insisting on seeing something different from him.
The lights of distant towns are printed in Sherlock's eyes, like a bright fire hidden in the deep blue sea.
"Yeah, I got it."
Unexpectedly, he said slowly, "You...can you notice?"
Sherlock's inaudible words turned into surprise in Winsty's ears, and he seemed to be saying, "Only you can find out what's strange about me?" This was irony, ridicule, and contempt.
"Of course," Wensty actually had no idea, she guessed wildly, "Why don't you look at me?"
Anyway, it's already been said, so it's better to say it more bluntly.
"I'm so good-looking today, isn't it strange that you don't even look at me?"
Sherlock was silent.
The period of his silence was long enough for Winsty to wonder.
No way, he doesn’t think there is nothing at all, does he think that I am too narcissistic, like the beautiful boy in Greek mythology who drowned because of his beauty?
Or he thinks it's normal at all, and it shouldn't be. Parents say they are very beautiful, and Pugsley thinks so too... Oh, yes, they are relatives, and such words should not be believed.
"Sir, even if you don't like it, according to the etiquette of a gentleman, you should praise a well-dressed lady."
Sherlock stared at her with his deep eyes: "Go and add another dress."
Winsty: "..."
She was stunned, and Sherlock had already responded. He patted the branch and asked Gary to extend the branch and send him into the room.
He had been in Adams Manor for less than a week, and his relationship with Gary had become so good.
Only Winsty was left in the tree.She was messing around in the wind by herself, even if it didn't look good, he just said it directly, and she wouldn't kick him off the tree, why did she leave her here alone?
That's literally worse than being dizzy, having a blocked nose, not being able to sneeze, and having a tear in one eye.
Winsty sighed, and just wanted Gary to send her back, when Sherlock was already back, holding a coat in his hand.
He put his coat over her.
Winsty took a deep breath and looked at him blankly.
"We're going back to Baker Street after our wedding. I don't want to take a sick number with me when I leave, and I don't want to be infected by a sick number."
Even though Sherlock said that, Winsty felt very warm. She smiled, her eyes were bent into a crescent, and there were some sequins on the lying silkworms, which was charming and moving.
"I have something to tell you."
"You're really weird tonight," Winsty said, "Usually, you'd say everything directly, and you'd say a bunch of things, just like a wooden barn."
Sherlock's gaze was fixed on Wensty's face like moonlight.
"I may not be so important to Mycroft Holmes as you think."
Sherlock could imagine the fat man's reaction if he heard this sentence, he would definitely say: Brother, what you said really broke my heart.
Winsty couldn't understand why he suddenly heard the name Mycroft: "So?"
"Are you going back to Baker Street?"
"Of course, it's none of your brother's business if I go back to Baker Street."
Winsty replied without thinking, with a sincere tone and sincere eyes.
Sherlock: "..."
Sherlock lowered his head calmly.
"Sir, I have something to tell you too."
"What is it?"
He didn't anticipate what she was going to say like he usually did, which was so weird.
Wensti lightly touched the corner of his clothes: "This is actually a wedding dress that my father prepared." I don't know how it fell on him.
"Your cousin gave it to me," said Sherlock.
"so."
In fact, there is one more thing she didn't tell Sherlock, Morticia originally planned to wear a fringed skirt to get married.
The author has something to say: Let me spoil the spoiler first, there is no abuse ahead, don’t be so scared
感谢在2020-04-1420:24:01~2020-04-1519:45:13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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of water suits; IZZY_WXY;) 2 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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