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Watson looked at Mary helplessly, and felt that he wanted to quickly pull his fiancée back.Mrs. Hudson was so excited that she wanted to tell him every embarrassing thing he had during these days.

In particular, he spoke vividly.

Watson stroked his forehead helplessly.It was just because of hunger that he ate voles once when he solved the case with Holmes in the wilderness.Even in Mrs. Hudson's mouth, it is almost described as a little pitiful.

"You don't know, John was so pitiful at that time, he was about to cry when he saw the meat, but he still had to eat it." Mrs. Hudson held Mary's hand and spoke with great joy.

Annie looked at Watson, who wanted to cry but had no tears, and felt a little sympathetic.However, seeing how seriously Mary listened, I guess Watson wouldn't care about it, would he?

Watson: ...

Holmes sat quietly aside, only occasionally responding with a slight nod when Mrs. Hudson mentioned it.

"I think Watson should tell the story of how he and Mary met." Holmes straightened his collar and sat up straight.

Mrs. Hudson stared blankly at Holmes.Obviously, he didn't expect that the person who had been silent for so long would speak up.

Mary smiled and looked at Watson: "I have to ask Watson about this."

At this time, those who can help Watson and stop Mrs. Hudson from continuing to speak are all his saviors.Watson nodded happily: "Of course, Sherlock."

Holmes wiped his mouth and beckoned to the waiter.

"Hi." The waiter came over.

Holmes nodded: "Red wine."

The waiter was taken aback: "Which bottle do you want?"

Watson and Anne looked at each other, and they both turned to look at Holmes in unison, with some doubts in their eyes.

Holmes didn't even lift his head, but said, "Find a job with a good age, and bring it over."

"It's still the first time I drink the wine bought by Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson said in surprise.

Little Rebecca raised her head and blinked at Mrs. Hudson with her big eyes.Obviously, she was a little puzzled by her excitement.

Mrs. Hudson rubbed Rebecca's little head, and said with a smile: "This is a very rare thing, Grandma Hudson should have a good taste."

Holmes didn't seem to care about everyone's astonishment.He just took the glass of red wine poured by the waiter, picked it up, and drank it neatly.

"Sherlock." Annie said in a very low voice, and patted the back of his hand lightly.

Holmes turned to look at her with a smile in his eyes.Under the table, he grabbed Anne's hand with his backhand and patted it lightly.

Watson took the red wine in a daze, paused for a while before reacting and said, "Thank you, Sherlock."

Mary looked at Holmes meaningfully, and then turned her eyes to her fiancé.

After a while, he said with a sweet smile, "Since Sherlock has invited red wine. John, you have to tell him a good story about what happened to us."

Mary reached out and took Watson's hand gently.Between the fingers of the two, there are rings of the same style.Under the light, the diamond reflects light and shines brightly.

Watson paused before nodding: "Of course."

……

A meal can be regarded as a feast for the guests and host.

Before parting, Mrs. Hudson was already reluctant to part with Mary.She held Mary's hand and kept telling her: "You are a good girl, John's petty temper or something, I hope you can be more patient."

Although Mrs. Hudson is only the landlord of Watson and Holmes.However, after so many years, she has already regarded the two of them as her family.

Mary obviously thought of this too, and nodded with a smile.

Holmes and Watson stood on the street, beside the stopped carriage.They stood side by side, looking at the women in the room who were still reluctantly saying goodbye.

"How long are they going to talk?" Holmes asked as if he couldn't bear it.

Annie poked her head out of the car and joked with a smile: "That's not necessarily true. I think Mrs. Hudson really likes Mary."

Little Rebecca, who was in her arms, laughed along in a ignorant manner.

Holmes turned his head, and helplessly pressed Annie's head back.

"Stay in the car. It's windy outside. Don't come out and wait," said Holmes.

Watson looked at Holmes and Annie, and couldn't help feeling a little warm in his heart.In his eyes, there was a smile like this.

Holmes had just pushed Annie back, and when he turned around, he saw Watson smiling.

"Don't laugh so strangely," said Holmes. "You will frighten Mary."

Watson looked at the familiar friend beside him.Holmes seemed to be a little uncomfortable standing there.The subordinates tidied up their clothes with a bit of concealment.

Watson smiled: "Thank you."

There is no beginning or end to this.

"What?" Holmes turned his head and looked at Watson.

Watson paused, and then repeated: "Thank you."

Holmes did not speak, and no words were needed at this time.

He turned his head away and did not look at Watson any more.

Two men, standing like that.In the car behind and in the house in front of them are the most important people in their lives.

After a long silence, Holmes finally said, "I don't care how you and Mary met."

Watson nodded: "I know."

Holmes coughed uncomfortably: "But she likes you very much. I can see that."

Watson smiled and lowered his eyes: "I know."

Holmes blinked and moved his lips.After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "You will be happy, my friend. You should trust my reasoning."

Watson turned his head and looked at Holmes.The detective, still looking ahead, did not turn his head to look at himself.

He suddenly felt as if he had come to Baker Street and knew Holmes.He started his legendary detective career, just like yesterday.

For the first time, Watson discovered that during the days when Sherlock and Annie stayed together on Baker Street, his old friend had changed a lot.

However, he had seen it often before, so he didn't notice much.

If it weren't for today, if I unconsciously think of the past days, I'm afraid I wouldn't realize how much change and significance these days have had for the two of them.

"I know." Watson paused every word, with a smile and melancholy in his words.

Holmes' gaze diverged slightly.He wanted to turn his head away to see Watson's expression, but his neck was stiff and he didn't turn around.

On the contrary, he just looked at Mary not far away in a normal way.

The lips curled up slightly.If you don't observe carefully, you can't even see it.That is, the smile that belongs to him alone.There is no bared grin like ordinary people, and even the slightest bit of teeth are not exposed.

However, only those who are familiar with him know how happy Holmes is at the moment.

……

"John just moved out." Mrs. Hudson said with some melancholy.

Several workers passed by her, carrying Watson's writing desk in their hands.

Little Rebecca hugged Mrs. Hudson's leg, and put her warm little hand on Mrs. Hudson's hand.It's like trying to do my best to warm Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson smiled and looked down into Rebecca's big eyes.She knelt down and picked up the little girl.

"It's okay. John is already engaged. It's a matter of course to prepare for the future residence." Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Besides, his wedding will have to wait for a while."

She carried little Rebecca to her room.Looking at the invitations on the table, he was lost in thought for a moment: "John, you even sent them to me early on purpose."

The invitations were beautifully done.In fact, Watson's ability earned him a lot of money.Early on, his income was enough to pay a good rent.

The same goes for Holmes.

However, they all said nothing.It was like, they were still the two empty-handed young men before.Each still remained in Baker Street, paying the rent together.

"You are John's best man." Anne came over and leaned on Holmes' shoulder with a smile.

She gently pulled out the invitation card from Holmes' fingers: "He will be happy, don't worry about it."

Holmes turned his head and kissed Annie's hair lightly: "I'm not worried."

Annie shook her head with a smile, and scratched Holmes' nose: "Just tell me... You've been standing here for so long, aren't you worried, are you in a trance?"

She blinked her eyes and moved closer: "I see you, after getting the invitation, you have a strange expression!"

Holmes was a little guilty of being said to be the center of the matter. He straightened his back unconsciously, and tried to retort: ​​"No, I just feel that time is a little tight. We need to deal with Moriarty before Watson's wedding. "

"Of course." Annie nodded, "What do you need me to do for you?"

Holmes stood up suddenly, rubbed his hands under a table a few times, and pulled out an envelope.

Annie was a little helpless: "When did you hide there?"

Holmes smiled, and took a sheet of paper from the envelope.In front of Annie, gently tore it open.

Surprisingly, there is a mezzanine inside.

With the removal of the outer package, the contents inside also revealed their true colors.

A fragment of an oil painting.It was the painting from the theft in Portulier.

There was also a piece of paper fluttering out from inside and fell to the ground.

Impressively written on it:

"My dear Mr. Holmes, consider this one a present. After all, Mr. Watson's wedding is imminent.

I am also very much looking forward to our future meeting.

Moriarty"