Next..,
Anne didn't see Shylock for three days in a row.
Of course, Shylock and Watson were helping Scotland Yard solve a case,
They couldn't stay in the apartment at 221B all the time. But that wasn't the main reason — the main reason was Anne. She spent less time in the apartment than the two detectives who were busy solving cases.
Every day, she would go out after breakfast early in the morning and come back in the evening,
Sometimes she couldn't even make it for dinner.
Mrs. Hudson was very worried,
Although Anne told her,
She wanted to familiarize herself with the current London as soon as possible.
Watson looked at Shylock, who was sitting on the sofa with a calm face and thinking about the case. The doctor believed that it wasn't his illusion,
The two of them were at odds.
As for the reason..,
Dr. Watson didn't want to bother to guess at all — because he definitely wouldn't be able to guess.
He sat in the armchair opposite Shylock and asked directly, "Do you know what Anne has been doing recently?"
Shylock, who was holding his chin with his palms together, turned to look at him. "When did you start calling her Anne?"
Watson cried out in disbelief, "God,
Shylock! Is that the point? Annie suddenly left home, and she's sad. Don't you think you should comfort her? "
Shylock looked at her calmly. "I comforted her."
"When?" The two of them spent most of their time together,
Watson couldn't remember when the person opposite him had done such a thing.
Shylock said calmly, "Every night."
Watson immediately widened his eyes in surprise.
What did he just hear? Every night..,
What did that mean? No..,
Stop! It must not be what he thought.
He finally remembered that the person sitting opposite him was Sherlock Holmes,
It couldn't be inferred by common sense.
Watson asked carefully again, "How did you comfort her?"
Oh, why did he feel that he was a little wretched like this?
Shylock said, "I played the violin for her."
Watson reacted for a moment.
Only then did he remember.
One night, he vaguely heard someone playing the piano in the living room. It was not a dream.
This method of consolation was really ingenious.
"But how do you know that she heard it?" After all, one was on the first floor, and the other was on the second floor.
Watson saw that Shylock actually curled his lips into a slight smile and said, "She heard it."
At this moment, looking at Shylock like this, Watson actually felt a little warm.
"So, you know what Anne has been doing these days?" Watson asked the same question.
Shylock said, "Of course I know."
Watson sat upright and still, waiting for the omniscient Mr. Holmes to answer.
Shylock's face turned cold, and his relaxed smile disappeared.
"She's looking for a job," Shylock said.
Watson was stunned for a moment.
Of course, if a person wanted to live in a city, they definitely needed to work to earn money. There was no doubt about that. But the person they were talking about now was Anne. That noble lady who should live in a luxurious and comfortable mansion, wearing a beautiful dress, and always had a group of servants at home.
Watson was already very uneasy when he saw Anne living in the small bedroom on the first floor.
Admittedly, Mrs. Hudson had decorated it very warmly and comfortably, but compared to the Hôtel de Boer they had visited before, Watson believed that this bedroom was probably even more shabby than the servants' room in Deboer's house.
The doctor was a little speechless. He even felt a little guilty. He knew that Mrs. Hudson felt the same way. In any case, Anne did come here accidentally because of their appearance, losing her family and her originally wealthy and peaceful life.
"I think," Shylock said thoughtfully again, "she might move out of Baker Street."
"What?" Watson stood up from the armchair in surprise and was stunned for a while before he hurriedly said, "you can't let her do that, Shylock, you have to talk to her. God, she's only 18 years old, that's too dangerous! "
Shylock seemed to be stunned for a moment. Then he frowned.
He had never really paid attention to Anne's age.
18 years old, so … young?
"Shylock!" Watson said again, interrupting his thoughts.
"Okay, that's enough," Shylock said impatiently, "let's not waste time on her. She'll figure it out herself. "
Although he said so, Watson saw that Shylock slightly turned his head to look out the window, and he was absent-minded, which was rare.
"Figure out what?" Watson caught the key word in his last sentence.
Shylock snorted with dissatisfaction, "women are childish and boring, they like to make all the simple things extremely complicated and contradictory."
Dr. Watson almost couldn't help but laugh, "I didn't know you understood women's psychology so well now."
Sherlock raised his head and glanced at him. His handsome side profile was cold and arrogant. "'Sherlock can see through everything in an instant'. Have you forgotten? That's what you wrote on your blog. If you need a reminder, then I can tell you that my observation and deduction skills are gender-neutral. "
"Oh," Watson responded indifferently, "but it seems like your violin doesn't work very well."
Shylock pursed his lips, looked at him coldly, and didn't say anything.
Well, the rare experience of being able to beat Sherlock Holmes made Dr. Watson feel a little good, but as a good roommate, Watson still gave a kind reminder.
"Instead of the violin, maybe it's more useful for you to talk to her. Trust me, she needs you very much now. "
Shylock pursed his lips even tighter.
But she was avoiding him.
.
Anne was indeed avoiding Shylock.
She fell asleep listening to his violin every night, but she didn't want to see him …
No, how could she not want to see him?
Very much.
But she restrained herself.
It was like a competition with herself. When her ears subconsciously started to catch any subtle sounds that might be coming from upstairs, she forced herself to leave Baker Street.
She wandered aimlessly on the unfamiliar streets. One afternoon, she accidentally walked to the dessert shop they had been to last time.
Just like that, she stood on the opposite side of the road and quietly watched for the entire afternoon. It wasn't until dusk approached and night fell that the streetlights in the city lit up.
Annie watched as different people walked in and out of the shop. Men, women, the elderly, and children. Everyone seemed to be very happy.
Then she suddenly realized that she was punishing herself.
Anne didn't allow herself to think about what Shylock meant that day. Maybe it was really like what Mrs. Hudson said, Shylock liked her, but he didn't know.
… Or, he already knew.
But Anne couldn't think about it.
She wanted to be with him so much.
But how could she?
It was like … if she was with him with a clear conscience, it was like … a kind of "betrayal". It was like she had accepted all of this, accepted that she would stay here forever and leave her family …
She couldn't do that.
Anne knew very well that if she continued to stay in Baker Street, she would compromise one day, and soon.
So she wanted to move out.
But the premise was that she had to have a job to pay the extra rent and support herself.
It wasn't easy.
Although she had lived two lives, Anne had never worked and never worried about making a living. At this time, she sadly realized that she had almost no survival skills.
Darcy once said sternly that a qualified lady should at least be proficient in painting, music, singing, dancing, and modern languages.
During the most exaggerated period in Rosings, Lady Catherine hired five tutors for Anne at the same time.
She grew up to be a qualified 19th-century noble lady, but now, this couldn't buy her bread and rent.
Even if she took a step back and put this aside, she didn't even have any documents to prove her identity …
Anne unfolded the map in her hand and looked at it. When she went out in the morning, Mrs. Hudson suddenly gave her a map of London and gave her 50 pounds. She told her that there was a very good restaurant in Northumberland Street and that if she was hungry, she could go there to fill her stomach.
Anne took the map and slowly walked over.
She recognized Northumberland Street. It was only about five minutes away from Baker Street.
Stopping in front of the restaurant, Anne immediately saw the recruitment notice posted at the most conspicuous position of the door.
Opening the door and walking in, Anne picked a seat by the window and sat down. She ordered the single set meal that Mrs. Hudson highly recommended.
When the waiter put the food on the table, Anne finally asked with some apprehension, "Are you looking for a waitress here?"
…
When Anne walked out of the restaurant, there was a light smile on her face.
Then she suddenly thought that if Darcy knew that she would one day become a waitress in a restaurant, what kind of expression would he show?
However, Carolyn would definitely show a look of shock on her face, and would even mock her with disdain.
No matter what, it was always good to be self-reliant.
.
It wasn't too late when she returned to Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson wasn't there. Maybe she went out to buy ingredients for tonight.
The second floor was also quiet. Anne stood at the entrance and stared at the narrow and dim stairs in a daze.
Until the door on the second floor suddenly opened with a soft sound, and a tall and thin figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
Anne froze for a moment. He stood with his back to the light, and his face was hidden in the shadows, so she couldn't see his expression.
"Are you going out?"
Anne looked at the well-ironed suit on him and asked softly.
But the tall and slender figure turned back and walked back into the living room.
Anne: "…"
Looking at the open door on the second floor, Anne paused for a few seconds before she looked away and walked back to her bedroom.
After a few steps, she heard a grumpy and dissatisfied voice from the second floor. "Mrs. Hudson, my tea!"
No one responded.
Anne paused, hesitated for a moment, sighed, turned around, and walked up the stairs.
In the living room on the second floor, Shylock was sitting on the sofa in his usual posture, reading a book in his hand. He looked elegant and noble, as if the person who shouted a moment ago wasn't him at all.
When Anne walked in, he didn't even look up.
The sky was getting dark, and from the glass window behind him, she could see the dark red sunset outside. It was like a flame had lit half the sky red.
Anne looked at him silently and turned to walk into the kitchen. A certain someone slowly raised his head from behind the book and quietly stared at her back.
His handsome eyebrows furrowed. Shylock was certain that she had lost three pounds in just a few days.
Anne didn't notice the burning gaze. She was thinking that maybe she should take the opportunity to tell him that she had found a job and was moving out of Baker Street. This way, wouldn't it be considered rude if she didn't say goodbye on the day she left?
As she thought about it, she reached for the fridge door.
Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind. "Don't move!" It sounded anxious and worried.
Huh?
Anne turned around in confusion.
Before she could steady herself, she felt a dark shadow looming over her. An arm brushed against the side of her face and pressed against the fridge door behind her. She was trapped in a familiar embrace.
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