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

"I agreed to that." Sherlock's voice lingered in the empty intersection.

There is a bottomless sea in his eyes.

Winsty drifted in a small boat in the sea, even a small wave would capsize her boat.

"what's up?"

She didn't remember what she had asked Sherlock to promise her?

Sherlock took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and the sea of ​​pages stayed on the "no beauty does not wither or destroy", which was not within his knowledge, and he started to read this poem after hearing Dr. Newman search.

He closed the page and opened the folder in the phone.

Then Winsty heard her own voice clearly.

"I really adore your brother."

"I really adore your brother, Sherlock."

This... Wensty's face showed embarrassment. This was the nonsense she told Mycroft in order to stay by Sherlock's side. She didn't expect him to send the recording to Sherlock.

Winsty wanted to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

She originally wanted to tell Sherlock that this was her joke, so that he didn't have to take it seriously.

But now that the joke has been fulfilled, she can't go against her true thoughts.

She sighed.

When a wave came over, her boat capsized.

"You sigh, your eyes are erratic, your hands are opened and then clenched into fists," Sherlock took her wrist, and put your fingers on her pulse, "Your heart beats faster, and your heart is very restless. Compared with excitement, use It would be more plausible to call this change the secret being revealed."

She couldn't even struggle.

"I'm moving out of 221 tomorrow."

This was the first thought that popped into Wensty's mind. She had heard from Mrs. Hudson what an unapproachable man Sherlock was.

He once said to a girl: "If you appear within five steps of me again, you will become the person I hate most."

He is inhumanly calm and restrained in his emotions.

Knowing this, Wensti tried her best to hide it all the time, for fear that the emotion in her eyes would reveal her thoughts.

However, the hazy fog on the sea surface has dissipated. Now that she voluntarily moves away from No. 221, she may be able to stop the loss in time. Otherwise, the end result is that he refuses her thousands of miles away, but only prevents the book of the dead from being opened. The burden is still on her shoulders, how can I ensure that he does not touch the Book of the Dead?

What a hassle.

Winsty forced a smile: "But can I see you every day?"

It's enough to visit him every day, not just for the Book of the Dead, but also to see if he skipped lunch to keep his brain awake, and read at night for new interests...

Her voice was thin, like the continuous drizzle in spring, with some uncertain earnestness in the wind.

Sherlock frowned, as if he was about to say no in the next second.

"I don't understand," he said, "is it the custom in your family that partners must separate before entering into the rites of marriage?"

When they were in Adams Manor, Motisia and Gomez, who were divorced and remarried, separated for a short period of time. This may be a family custom of the Adams family.

Then, is he going to read poems under Winsty's window... It's good to know that she likes Shakespeare's sonnets.

"We don't have this custom in our family."

Winsted asked, why did it suddenly involve their family customs again.

"Then why did you move out of No. 221" and came to see him every day, judging from the murders Sherlock had seen, didn't two people in love want to be with each other all the time?As long as a little thought is not on the other party, there is a great possibility that it will become the cause of murder.

"because……"

Wait a minute, Winsty reread the memory in his mind, Sherlock said he agreed, this "agreed" is very subtle.

There was tenderness in his eyes.

"Because I only said that I admire you and don't want to be with you, so I don't understand what you mean by agreeing?"

Winsty had the courage to fight against the stormy waves, and suddenly became playful.

Sherlock: "..."

From the change in her eyes, he knew that what she just said was made up temporarily.

"Promise means that I know what you want, and I am willing to make a corresponding promise."

Winsty knowingly asked, "What kind of promise?"

"Even though there is no legal protection for entering into a relationship with you as a pre-marital partner, I am willing to make a commitment."

"It means you want to be with me? But as I said before, I just admire you, and I don't want to be with you."

Wensti smiled with her eyes. In the dark night, she looked extremely bright, and she was no longer flustered at all, and she clearly became confident.

"you're lying."

Sherlock's hand was still holding onto Wensty's wrist, and under her fingertips was her clear pulse, she couldn't fool him.

Sherlock is always confident and determined.

"All right, all right, even if I'm willing to be with you, it's not like this. Sir, can your behavior just now be regarded as a confession?"

"Of course." Sherlock replied, confession is to express his heart, and he expressed his heart just now.

"Just...how can you confess like this..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's not wrong, it's just... Oh, at least give me a flower when you confess."

Although sending flowers is not mandatory for confession, Wensty still longs to receive flowers from someone she likes, which is a sense of ritual for her.

However, perhaps to Sherlock, this is the boring etiquette of ordinary goldfish.

Forget it, she shouldn't push her boundaries.

At least he wanted to stay by Sherlock's side all the time, but now he got a confession and was eager to receive flowers.Even Satan would accuse her of being too greedy.

"It's okay, you can hail another taxi, let's go back."

Sherlock's grip on Wensty's wrist loosened and slipped into his windbreaker.

Winsty's smile froze.

A pure white rose without a trace of variegation, wrapped in a piece of transparent cellophane, was held in his hand.

"I don't have any knowledge about this in my memory palace, so I don't know that I have to send flowers for my confession, but when Lestrade and I passed by the flower shop, we saw white roses. This is your favorite flower. I bought it as a gift. for you."

When he was in Broome, Winsty was picking flower specimens for Mrs. Hudson. Her eyes stayed on a white rose for a while, and he knew that she preferred white roses.

Following Lestrade into the flower shop, he came across white roses in the bouquet by chance. The flowers were clean, the green stems were straight, with some thorns, and he paid for it without thinking too much.

Now, it is a coincidence.

Winsty was like a still picture, and he put the flowers in her hands.

The white rose was held in her hand, and he kept putting it on his chest, but it was not damaged in any way. She held the rose, and held the tenderness of the whole galaxy.

It was only after returning to Baker Street that Winsty realized that Sherlock didn't just prepare one white rose, he packed all the white roses from the entire florist into the house.

When Wensty reached the stairs, she smelled a strong fragrance of flowers. When she opened the door, the whole living room became a white rose garden.

The lights in the room hadn't been turned on yet, clusters of white roses illuminated the room brightly, and the ceiling seemed to be shining a fluorescent light.

"Don't turn on the light." Winsty stopped Sherlock.

She didn't want to turn on the light, the moment was so beautiful and romantic, someone should slap her at this moment, she would believe it was a dream.

Sherlock began to calculate the concentration of floral fragrance in the room from the moment he stepped into the door, and concluded that if they spent a night with so many flowers in such a confined space, they would feel slightly dizzy tomorrow.

He walked over, opened the window a little, put his hands in his pockets, stood with his back to the window, looked at Wensty who was immersed in it, and thought of his dream, the place where the butterflies flew and the place where the mist cleared. Everywhere is this little girl.

Wensty, who was spinning around in the flowers, stopped, and she realized belatedly that this was their first night together, and they had been together not long ago.

Therefore, the tall and slender figure standing among the flowers is already her boyfriend.

There was some small excitement in her heart, and an indescribable sense of strangeness surrounded her.

At this time, I suddenly thought of Satan and her devil third uncle. They had to be so kind to their family that all the successes fell on her shoulders.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Sherlock's lips, very faint, but not hidden by the darkness.

"Sir, did you bring all the white roses from the whole flower shop?"

She stood not far from him, white roses wrapped around the two of them, like suet jade.

Sherlock didn't deny it.

When Lestrade saw that Sherlock had ordered so many white roses, his eyes widened and he asked, "Are you going to propose today?"

"Can't you give white roses without proposing?"

Lestrade was quiet, holding the bouquet for his wife, feeling a little uncomfortable, he was not as romantic as Sherlock.

Seeing bouquets of roses being sent upstairs non-stop, Mrs. Hudson covered her chest in relief, and when she saw Sherlock, she praised him: "Sherlock, you really impress me."

Winsty looked at the room full of roses, with a hot stream in his eyes.

"Thank you."

She walked up to Sherlock, saw the blue in his eyes, and opened her hands.

Winsty: "Can you give me a hug?"

In fact, this sentence should not have been brought up by Wensty, but the two of them have just started dating, and it is the first time for the two of them to fall in love. They still don't know how to express their love, and they have never tried common behaviors between couples. .

Although Sherlock is a genius in other aspects, when it comes to love, he is a beginner just like Winsty.

Sherlock was taken aback, he had never taken the initiative to hug a girl.

His hands moved stiffly, and Wensty had already put her arms around his waist, her head just touching his chest.

She listened to his heartbeat through the fabric of the clothes.

After a delay of three seconds, Sherlock's hand finally rested on Wensty's back, thus completing their first hug as a couple.

Winsty looked up at him.

Sherlock knew that Winsty was thin, but he didn't expect her to be so thin, so small that his trench coat could even cover her.

"Good night, sir."

Winsty stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.