[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Sherlock, who finally remembered what Lydia might have seen, had already dug out the long-term memories from the trash can, and things got connected.

No wonder he saw Lydia’s carriage passing by the club that day, no wonder the dessert for dinner that was late on Baker Street that day was Mrs. Smith’s specialty orange cake, no wonder Lydia’s hand...

"Lydia, your right hand..."

Sherlock picked up Lydia's right hand and began to examine it. There was no scar on the long white hand, but Sherlock still looked carefully inch by inch.

Reluctantly, from the fingers to the palm, Sherlock checked both sides, and Lydia's right hand was indeed intact.

And Lydia let Sherlock move, she can't remember the bloody mirror and the fragmented self in the mirror.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Because of me, you hurt your right hand?"

Sherlock remembered that the ball was just a few days after seeing Lydia's bandaged right hand, and Lydia's hand had returned to normal at the ball.

According to common sense, the wound on Lydia's hand should not be serious.

However, out of intuition or other reasons, Sherlock always felt that this injury could not be a minor injury, and the layers of dressing and the extent of the dressing indicated that the wound on his right hand was not small.

"Sherlock, what do you think if I really hurt myself because you went to see other women? When you didn't like me..."

Lydia grabbed Sherlock's hand holding her right hand with her backhand, and asked her in a flat tone.

Sherlock looked at Lydia, who seemed to be casual, but actually looked at him vigilantly, and moved himself in front of her to let her see himself clearly.

"How did it hurt? You can't do this next time. If you are really angry, how about you punish me like just now? And I said when I proposed, I can change it, Lydia, I'm just not good at it, but I can To learn, to change!"

Lydia looked at Sherlock who was close in front of her, and felt that the person in front of her said that she was not good at sweet words, but she was better at impressing her than anyone else.

Lydia, whose eyes were already flushed, had a nasal voice, but pitifully, she deliberately pushed Sherlock away with her temper.

"I never said that I want you to learn from others, nor do I have to change you. You are Sherlock. I like the way you are."

Hearing Lydia's twisted confession, Sherlock was happy but also heartbroken because of Lydia's teary eyes.

He thought that he didn't deliberately change, as long as he saw Lydia, his heart would soften. As for learning how to get along with lovers, that's what he should understand.

Sherlock, who has a more sense of responsibility, feels that his blood is burning unscientifically. At the same time, he feels the need to correct Lydia's misunderstanding of himself.

"Lydia, I found that I can always like you more, and, who said I didn't like you at that time?"

"You said it yourself!"

Lydia sniffed, pointing shamelessly at Sherlock's high nose, which was close at hand.

"That's when I didn't know that I liked you!"

Sherlock blinked faster, with a negligible embarrassment.

"Sherlock, I love you!"

Lydia looked at this unreasonable man who broke into her heart, and confessed when she disagreed.

Now Sherlock, whose heart was soft again in a mess, pursed his lips. He has initially possessed the skill of love talk, but he is still unfamiliar with the word "love".

Before Lydia saw his inexperience, Sherlock hugged Lydia tightly with a heartbeat.

"I love you, Lydia!"

Lydia couldn't see that Sherlock was flattered in front of her. She smiled in Sherlock's arms, and rubbed her hands with peace of mind, then nestled meekly in his arms.

Sherlock stroked the hair of his lover in his arms contentedly.

He feels that words can't express his feelings now, he doesn't know how to speak again, but he just wants to hug Lydia, and by the way, when can he marry Lydia and let her be his own Sherlock Holmes Madam, let her feel at ease, not sad or worried, as long as she is happy is enough.

Sure enough, it was right to urge Mycroft, and I was going to write a letter to my weak brother after I had to separate from Lydia. If I didn't help Lydia settle the matter of the title, I was procrastinating. His hind legs.

The cunning Sherlock decided to tell his mother about this matter, and the only incumbent Mrs. Holmes would put pressure on it. Mycroft didn't dare to do nothing if he thought about it.

The elder brother who was going to be tricked by his younger brother over there was happily eating the cake, but for no reason, his back turned cold, and when he looked back, he found that the windows and doors were closed, so he turned back to continue his dessert time.

Not wanting the impending tragedy of Mycroft, Sherlock frowned because of the person in his arms.

Lydia only felt that her heart was soaked in warm water, warm, light and extraordinarily relaxed.

The two of them who were snuggling together quietly leaned against each other so quietly, their hearts were very close.

..............................

The days of Sherlock were so sweet to Lydia that even the shadows of old days seemed dimmed by the sun.

In the days that followed, as Sherlock suggested, as soon as she opened her eyes, Sherlock would come to find Lydia, and take Lydia with her no matter what she did.

The euphemistic name is to cultivate tacit understanding.

But in fact, who doesn't know that Sherlock is getting along with his assistant, it's obviously Xiao Biesheng's stickiness of being newly married.

John, who also comes to report every morning and leaves after dark, of course has no position to laugh at Sherlock's stickiness, after all, he is also clinging to Mary and walking around.

It was still Sherlock who commissioned this time—Mr. Darcy couldn't help asking about the results of Sherlock's investigation, and the detective and the real assistant John remembered their serious mission.

That was when the unbearable Mr. Darcy finally blocked the detective he was looking for. One night after Sherlock left early and returned late for several days, at the gate of Darcy's manor house.

Seen by the benefactor who paid to leave the house with a serious face, John was a little embarrassed to be caught for being lazy.

Our great detective, on the other hand, is much calmer. He doesn't seem to feel the dry atmosphere between the three gentlemen.

"In fact, the investigation has been going on, how about tomorrow to make things clear."

After Sherlock said it so calmly, the cold-faced Mr. Darcy softened a little.

"Then trouble Mr. Holmes. I will make time tomorrow."

"Please look forward to it."

Sherlock still had the calm appearance of an expert, but John on the other hand felt embarrassed for Sherlock.

Mr. Darcy nodded, and walked away quickly, as if his purpose was to ask the detective about the progress of the investigation.

It's definitely not because two people of the same age who can't understand the smooth proposal come to find fault.

Absolutely did not feel jealous after hearing that the two had a sweet relationship with their fiancée, even though he hadn't seen Miss Elizabeth for several days...

Seeing Mr. Darcy leave with the same expression as usual, John breathed a sigh of relief.

Sherlock rubbed his chin and had his own analysis. Looking at the ignorant John, he couldn't help sighing. He was still unhappy that such a simple John would marry before him!

So, John, who was jealous of the two peers, watched Sherlock without knowing anything and left without saying a word.

"Sherlock, you were just inquiring around in a carriage in Derbyshire. I saw you clinging to Lydia in the past two days. You actually told Mr. Darcy that you would know what happened to Darcy Manor some time ago tomorrow. What's going on?"

John ran a few steps quickly to keep up with Sherlock.

"John, it's true that I'm with Lydia, but that doesn't mean the investigation hasn't continued."

As Sherlock said, he kept walking, and at the same time, he still had the thought of pointing to his head to show off his IQ.

"I really think that as long as Lydia isn't with you, you're going to be an annoying Sherlock again!"

John was dazzled by this familiar ostentation, feeling nostalgic and complaining.

"John, you are different. As long as you are not around Miss Mary, you will not be annoying."

Sherlock replied, went into his room, and shut the door of John who didn't understand.

Unable to understand the meaning of Sherlock's words, John looked at the door panel, frowned and thought for a while, and finally gave up understanding Sherlock's idea of ​​always making sharp turns.

As a typical love brain, John shrugged and went back to his room to rest, only thinking about what to talk to Mary about tomorrow.

If the relationship between Sherlock and Lydia can be called running-in, then the relationship between John and Mary can be called teaching.

In the name of teaching Mary medical knowledge, John and Mary were very happy to be alone, rather reluctant to leave.

..............................

The next day, Sherlock and John had a rare breakfast at Darcy Manor.

Under the surprised eyes of Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and even the housekeeper and maid, John coughed in embarrassment. He felt that without Mary, his appetite for breakfast would not be very good.

As for Sherlock, his paralyzed face, which is exactly the same as that of Mr. Darcy, has no possibility of healing without Lydia, so his emotions cannot be seen.

But Miss Darcy, who was like a small animal, felt that Detective Holmes was not in a good mood, and she mourned for Lydia at the same time.How could she fall in love with such a man who has the same facial paralysis as her brother but is not as good looking as her brother?

Miss Darcy, who was thinking about asking Lydia next time, also ate breakfast absent-mindedly.

Mr. Darcy's mood was even more complicated. While he was worried about the situation in the manor some time ago, he speculated whether the situation Holmes found was as he guessed.

At the same time, Mr. Darcy glanced at his sister secretly. Joanna, who was always in a good mood because she found a new friend, didn't notice her brother's worried look.

The four of them had different ideas, and after the breakfast where no one was paying attention, Sherlock said a word, as if this breakfast was for this sentence.

"There will be a gift in the afternoon. I hope Mr. Darcy will send someone to collect it properly. How to deal with it depends on your decision."

Mr. Darcy frowned when he heard this cryptic expression. He felt that he might have guessed it right, and looked worriedly at his sister who didn't realize it.

"Well, I hope that Mr. Holmes will explain the cause and effect to me in detail."

"Of course, see you in the afternoon then."

Sherlock just left John with a face of why Mr. Darcy could understand me, who followed Sherlock's investigation but didn't understand the expression.

As for where they went, of course it was not to complete the investigation, but to go straight to the rose garden. Giving up breakfast time was already the biggest concession for the two men in love.

Missed today's breakfast, Sherlock didn't want to miss other time with his fiancée.

If you don't understand, don't think about it. Big heart. A real assistant. When John saw that he was going to Rose Manor, Mary was the only one left in his heart.

..............................

Before lunch that day, Sherlock asked Lydia for a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Mr. Darcy on Lydia's desk.

Sherlock wrote this letter in front of Lydia very calmly.

The letter was short, simple and cryptic, and Lydia didn't care, but changed her attitude after glancing at it inadvertently.

"Sherlock, do you welcome me to join today's reveal time?"

"I'm certainly welcome, but Mr. Darcy must be asked first."

Sherlock answered casually, suddenly noticed something, and looked up at Lydia.

"Lydia knows more than I thought."

Sherlock, who thought that Lydia was also investigating something, gently teased Lydia. This investigation was nothing more boring for Sherlock, so he didn't take it seriously.

Soon, Sherlock found that Lydia's expression was wrong, it was a tense expression that Lydia rarely showed on her face.

Lydia didn't put on a mask because Sherlock might see through her, she answered Sherlock with her real self.

"Has anything happened at Darcy Park in relation to Mr. Wickham?"

"It's rare for you to be curious, but Lydia, do you know what happened at Darcy Manor some time ago?"

Sherlock could tell the difference between Lydia facing himself and other people. He approached this Lydia who said that he touched her and was so tolerant of himself that he had to treat her differently, and rubbed her breasts for her. Face, let her not be so tense.

Interrupted by Sherlock, Lydia frowned, and angrily opened Sherlock's hand stuck to her face.

"You mean that Darcy's Manor suddenly stopped accepting visits from outsiders and invited a doctor?"

"You're right, that's how it looks on the outside, but something went wrong in Darcy's Manor. Not many people know about it, but it might be inconvenient to tell you that it's Mr. Darcy's family business."

Sherlock saw that Lydia didn't know about it, so he couldn't directly disclose the private affairs of Mr. Darcy's family, so he could only explain briefly and vaguely.

"It turns out that Mr. Wickham is the culprit."

"So Mr Wickham is now in Derbyshire?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows and didn't tell Sherlock. In fact, she knew it. What she was more concerned about was that this person was still around her.

"Yes, of course he is."

Sherlock answered easily. He just looked at Lydia with a relaxed face like that. He felt that Lydia was so cute who didn't hide himself or ask him. Although he knew that Lydia had her own secret, why did she feel that Lydia So cute.

Sherlock doesn't know, this is the legendary beauty in the eye of the beholder!