Standing in front of 221B again,
Anne felt a little uneasy.
The entrance and stairs of this apartment were still as narrow and dim, but here..,
Lived the brightest person in the world.
Anne looked at the closed door on the second floor and couldn't help but smile.
"You should tell him." A voice suddenly came from behind her.
Anne turned around and saw Mrs. Hudson standing at the bedroom door on the first floor, smiling at her.
Anne, who had been seen through, felt her cheeks burn slightly,
She lowered her head,
She was a little embarrassed.
Mrs. Hudson walked over,
She put her arm around her shoulder affectionately and said encouragingly, "Believe me..,
My dear. You should tell him..,
Now. "
Anne knew that Mrs. Hudson could see her feelings for Shylock. Dr. Watson probably knew too, except for the person with zero EQ..,
Even the simple Georgiana could see it.
"... thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Anne's cheeks were still a little red,
"But..,
You know..,
We're not suitable. You'll go back eventually... "
The reason why Anne had been hesitating..,
In Mrs. Hudson's eyes, was not a hindrance at all.
"You're too silly, child." Mrs. Hudson frowned,
Her face was full of disapproval,
"It's the stupidest thing to worry about something that hasn't come yet. Go and express your feelings to him,
You'll be the most compatible couple. Believe me, my eyes are never wrong. "
They were a perfect match for each other …
Anne smiled at Mrs. Hudson's certainty. Why didn't they match at all in her opinion?
She expressed her opinion. Shylock was too outstanding, and she... she was too ordinary. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't keep up with him.
"How can you have such a terrible idea, Anne?!" Mrs. Hudson stared at her in disbelief, "You're the most gentle and beautiful girl I've ever seen, and Shylock is arrogant, conceited, willful, and bad-tempered. Without you, I'm really worried that he'll be alone for the rest of his life. Think, my dear, who could bear to live with him? "
Mrs. Hudson shook her head as she spoke, as if she could already see Shylock's lonely and miserable life …
Anne was amused by Mrs. Hudson's exaggerated words. She shook her head and said, "You know it's not like that, Mrs. Hudson. You love Shylock. It was the same for Dr. Watson. He loves you too. "
Mrs. Hudson took Anne's hand and looked at her with a smile. "He loves you too, Anne. It was just that he didn't know. So I need you to tell him. He may have the smartest brain in the world, but he doesn't use it emotionally. He has always been helping others, Anne. Although he doesn't want to admit it, he needs your help now. Help him find his love … "
Anne felt that she had been bewitched. Mrs. Hudson was definitely the best psychological counselor. Until she walked up the stairs and pushed open the door of the living room on the second floor, Anne's mind was still echoing what Mrs. Hudson had just said.
Tell him, tell him, Anne …
He loves you too, it was just that he didn't know …
When the door opened, Anne saw Shylock sitting elegantly on the sofa with his legs crossed in a slim-fit suit. He seemed to be waiting for someone.
Was he waiting for her?
It was rare that the curtains of the window were open, and the rising sunlight passed through the window and shone on the carpet behind him.
Annie was a few steps away from Chen Xi and looked at him silently.
Shylock was holding a violin in his hand and seemed to be tuning it. Seeing her appear at the door, he was a little surprised for a moment, but he just raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Anne, I'm glad to see you are still alive."
What a unique greeting.
Mrs. Hudson's voice rang in Anne's mind: You should tell him. Go now …
"Shylock." Anne swallowed with some difficulty and felt that her whole body was floating. She said slowly, "I know I'm not beautiful enough …"
"You are beautiful."
Huh?
Miss Anne De Boer finally summoned the courage to confess, but the first sentence of her confession was interrupted.
She looked at Shylock in a daze. He was still using his slender fingers in place of a bow to pluck the violin strings, and the thin strings made intermittent monotonous notes.
Shylock's expression was too calm, and Anne suspected that she was hallucinating.
But as soon as she paused, she didn't know how to continue the rest of her words. Her dry throat was almost dry.
Shylock took time to look at her.
"You are beautiful." He said lightly, "If anyone denies this to you, then you should stay away from this person, because obviously he doesn't even have the most basic aesthetic."
He spoke very quickly. Although it sounded like he was praising her, it was with his usual arrogance and indifference.
However, at least Anne could be sure that she wasn't hallucinating. He really said that sentence — not only did he say it, but he also said it twice.
Anne's heart beat a little faster, and her cheeks were a little hot. She stared at the person opposite her in a daze. He was holding a soft white cloth in his hand and was carefully wiping the bow.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and they didn't feel awkward.
Shylock finally finished wiping the violin. His big hand with distinct joints picked up the bow and elegantly swung it in the air. Then, it landed on the strings, and a beautiful melody flowed out.
This was the first time Anne saw him play the violin.
Although it was only a short piece, Anne could tell that it was Mendelssohn's E minor.
"And —"
Huh? Did he speak again? Anne, who was stunned, had completely forgotten the topic of their conversation.
Yes, Shylock did speak again. He stopped playing the violin and turned to stare into her eyes.
What he said was, "You have a pair of light green eyes —"
Anne felt that she seemed to see him smile. His thin lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile.
"— Just like me."
Now, even his voice had a hint of a smile.
But, Mr. Holmes, are you praising me or yourself?
Anne didn't say anything. Looking at the smile on his face, she also smiled softly.
Shylock didn't say anything, but his fingers unconsciously tightened on the strings.
He saw that in the slightly messy living room, the sunlight was gentle and warm. She was standing a few steps away, and her sickly and fragile cheeks were facing the morning light. Her skin was so fair that it was almost transparent, without any blemishes. Even the tiny hairs on her face looked fragile and cute.
She always seemed to be so quiet. The only thing that didn't make him feel annoyed and bored was silence.
Anne felt his gaze. Her face was a little hot from his stare, but her heart was soft.
"Shylock," she said softly again, "I …"
But Anne still couldn't finish her sentence.
Before Anne could react, she saw Shylock's smile suddenly disappear. He pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "They're here."
Who?
Anne turned around.
Behind her, the door was pushed open, and Mcauliffe and Watson walked in one after another.
-
For Anne, everything seemed a little sudden.
Because she never thought that it would be today.
When Watson saw her, there seemed to be guilt and sympathy in his eyes.
Mcauliffe's lips curled up in understanding. He politely and distantly greeted her and didn't say anything else.
Seeing that Mcauliffe had come, Shylock didn't get up from the sofa. He just took something out of his pocket and threw it at him.
Then Anne saw it clearly. It was that time gem.
Ever since she left the time gem with Shylock a few days ago, Anne hadn't thought about it. Perhaps she subconsciously resisted thinking about it because it concerned Shylock's departure.
Now, this gem appeared in front of her eyes again. The light it emitted was stronger than any time Anne had seen it before. It was so glaring that she almost couldn't look straight at it.
The moment Shylock took out the time gem, Anne's heart trembled violently.
Did this mean that they were leaving soon? …
Anne realized that Shylock wasn't sitting on the sofa waiting for her. He was waiting for Mcauliffe and Watson.
She looked at Shylock blankly. He happened to be looking at her, but it was only a brief and indifferent look.
Shylock had just turned his gaze away when he suddenly turned back to her face. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked straight in front of her. His tall figure completely blocked her from view.
Because of the heavy sadness in her heart, Anne's reaction was half a beat slower than usual. Before she could figure out what he was going to do, the person in front of her suddenly raised his hand and naturally placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
Anne looked up at him in confusion.
Shylock lowered his eyelids and said condescendingly, "You don't look good. Are you going to act up again?"
Anne, "…"
She swore that she must have seen Dr. Watson holding back a smile on his face.
Anne helplessly removed Shylock's hand from her forehead. When her hand touched his, her heart trembled slightly.
His fingers were slightly cold. It was different from his usual stiff expression. His skin was smooth and very comfortable to touch.
Anne stiffly let go of his fingers and gently shook her head. She tried to smile at him and said, "I'm fine. I won't act up. Don't worry."
Shylock didn't say anything. After Anne finished speaking, she averted her gaze and didn't look at him anymore. However, she could feel his gaze lingering on the top of her head.
After a moment, Shylock came to a certain conclusion. "You're angry." But why? The detective furrowed his handsome brows inquiringly.
Anne sighed. She was indeed a little angry, or more accurately, disappointed. But if she didn't say it out loud, the man in front of her would never be able to guess the reason, even if he had the smartest brain in England.
Anne looked up again and looked at him sternly. "Shylock, if I didn't come today, were you not going to tell me about this at all?"
Even if you were to leave one day, you wouldn't say goodbye. Anne sighed and tried to say calmly, "I thought we were friends."
Shylock looked at her strangely. "Are you talking about the time gem?"
Of course. Wasn't that important? Anne looked at him accusingly.
Shylock looked at her and suddenly smiled happily. He walked away briskly and sat back on the sofa.
"Strange woman." He crossed his legs elegantly and proudly. "You can't bear to part with me. You don't want me to leave, but you want to leave London. "He snorted and turned away from her." You're contradicting yourself. "
She couldn't bear to part with him, and she didn't want him to leave. However, when he said it so bluntly, Anne's face, which had just calmed down, instantly blushed again.
And that awkward person, who deliberately turned his head away like a child throwing a tantrum, said such ambiguous words. Did he understand what it meant?
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