Before Christmas,
Anne's cold finally recovered, and she finally moved back to Baker Street.
The city had already begun to fill with a festive atmosphere. The colorful lights decorated the already bustling night scene even more beautifully and colorful,
Christmas songs played on a loop in the shops. There were also the people who were happily shopping for Christmas gifts on the streets..
When Anne returned home from work every day, she would always stand on the side of the street for a while, silently looking at those happy smiling faces.
Then she would stomp her feet that were numb from the cold,
She told herself,
She was quite happy now.
For example,
She was very good with Shylock now.
Although in the eyes of others, she and Shylock had long been a couple,
But like all people who sometimes worry about gains and losses in love,
Anne always had a lot of uncertainty in her heart.
Now, it was like she had finally stamped a mark on him — "Pa!"! This man is mine!
She was extremely sure and extremely happy.
Many times, when she stood on the side of the street and silently watched the joy on the faces of others,
She would be pulled away by a tall and thin man in a long black trench coat who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
After so long,
Anne still found it strange every time she looked up at him,
He always ran outside,
He would often stay up late when he encountered a case that interested him,
Why was his skin still so fair and tender?
And that big hand with well-defined joints that was holding her.
Yes, it looked good everywhere.
Looking at him,
Her heart became happier little by little.
Cheerful Christmas songs rang in every shop they passed.
This was the first Christmas she had spent with Shylock. She shouldn't think about those unhappy things.
In fact,
Anne really didn't have much time to be sad about the spring and autumn,
She had to accompany Mrs. Hudson to shop, decorate the living room and the Christmas tree, and prepare Christmas ingredients.
Anne could feel that Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson were trying every means to distract her, so that she wouldn't miss her family more on such a reunion holiday.
However, Anne didn't know if Mr. Holmes's frequent, non-stop, and tireless... kisses was also a way to distract her?
If that was the case, then she had to admit that this method was really successful.
As a result, whenever Anne saw Shylock, her legs would go soft, her face would blush, and her heart would race. She would also have difficulty breathing.
The winter snow that had been brewing for several days finally fell on Christmas Day. It made this festival even more white and romantic.
Anne was standing in the corner of the living room on the second floor with a decorative ball and a bell in her hand. She was finishing the final decorations for the Christmas tree.
Shylock sat on the sofa, adjusting the strings of his violin. Occasionally, he would lift his eyelids and glance in Anne's direction.
Today, she was wearing a red Christmas sweater decorated with a few lively and cute Christmas deer. The bright red color made her skin look even more white and clear. She was holding a few golden ornamental balls in her hand. She stretched her arm and tiptoed to hang them on the Christmas tree one by one.
Oh, Shortie.
Anne finished her work quietly and seriously, completely unaware that she was despised again. And a certain "tall and strong" detective had no intention of getting up to help at all after despising her height.
Anne was decorating the Christmas tree when Mrs. Hudson came upstairs with tea and snacks.
Shylock saw that their landlady was also wearing a Christmas sweater today, but it was orange with a fat and stupid Santa Claus on it.
In the end, when Dr. Watson, wearing a dark blue Christmas sweater, appeared with a glass of wine, Mr. Holmes looked down at the black suit he was wearing as usual.
How childish. He saw through their trick at a glance.
"Obviously, you have also prepared one for me," he said coldly and firmly.
Anne didn't deny it. She just pretended to be surprised and looked at him. "Are you going to wear it?"
The detective's handsome eyebrows furrowed in disdain. "Why would I wear such a silly outfit?"
As expected.
"People who don't wear it don't have one." Anne's light green eyes curved into crescents as she told him softly.
Such a beautiful smile.
Shylock didn't say anything. He just pursed his lips and stared at her with his beautiful gray-green eyes without saying a word.
Anne immediately read the content in his eyes. He didn't have to wear it. But he had to wear it!
Shylock's somewhat childish expression of grievance and weakness was something that no one could resist.
Anne knew that he was doing it on purpose. He knew very well what to do to soften her heart.
Just as she was about to surrender, footsteps suddenly sounded from the stairs. Dr. Watson was already smiling and saying, "Detective Lestrade."
The detective, who was "homeless" because of an argument with his wife, was also invited to 221B's Christmas Eve.
Anne wanted to take the opportunity to turn around and walk away. Just as she moved half a step, she happened to look back.
Shylock just happened to be standing there calmly, waiting for her line of sight.
So, she couldn't leave.
Anne stood back in front of Shylock helplessly. She gently tugged at his finger and said softly, "You have one too. I'll give it to you later, okay?"
Sigh! Originally, she had discussed with Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson that Shylock would only give it to him if he agreed to wear the Christmas sweater together. Everyone wanted to see it. Anne also wanted to see it.
The elegant and noble Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was always in a suit, wearing a soft and cute Christmas sweater. Just thinking about it made her look forward to it.
In the end, she still couldn't hold her ground.
A certain someone's tightly pursed lips loosened, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his deep and beautiful eyes.
"No," announced Mr. Holmes in a cheerful voice. Obviously, you've just told me that it's in my bedroom now. "
It was still snowing outside. His tall figure stood in front of the window, and behind him was the melting snow. His expression was arrogant and proud, and he looked too good.
Shylock was wearing a black shirt today. As usual, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his curvy neck and a small piece of his collarbone.
Annie swallowed her saliva.
What ground? As long as he was happy.
The light in Mr. Holmes's eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. He suddenly took a step forward, and his tall figure pressed against Anne's ear.
"If you can't help it, I don't mind you kissing me now. After all, it's Christmas today. "
His cool and pleasant voice and warm breath swept over her earlobe.
Anne trembled, and her face instantly turned red.
Shylock thought she would run away. He knew that she was easily shy, probably because of the conservative Eastern soul in her body. Anne rarely acted overly affectionately with him in front of others, even if it was Watson and Mrs. Hudson, who were already very familiar with each other.
However, to Shylock's surprise, Anne stood still.
She just blushed and stayed quiet for a few seconds, then looked up at him and said softly, "Okay."
The beautiful Christmas lights in the living room reflected in her eyes, like a clear lake reflecting the stars.
Anne tiptoed. She had wanted to kiss his cheek, but she had misjudged the height difference between them, and her soft lips landed on his neck.
Shylock's sexy and prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and he looked at her in surprise.
It was rare to see such an expression on his face.
Anne chuckled and said, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes."
.
On the first Christmas of the 21st century, in the living room of 221B Baker Street, there was a silent fire, friends and lovers accompanying each other, and beautiful violin music.
Anne was very happy.
Everyone was very happy.
Dr. Watson also won 50 pounds from Lestrade and Shylock — because he and his girlfriend had a stable relationship this Christmas.
This was the doctor's first and probably only time he won against Shylock.
It was a perfect Christmas.
Mrs. Hudson drank some wine and had gone downstairs to sleep.
Anne waited until after midnight before she went downstairs. In fact, she was not sleepy, but Shylock asked her to leave, and only Watson and Detective Lestrade were left. The three men began to talk about the recent cases in Scotland Yard, so Anne went back to her room obediently.
This first snow seemed to be going on for the entire night. Under the silent night sky, the bright street lights illuminated the white falling from the void.
Anne leaned in front of the window and looked for a long time.
Mom, Darcy, is it snowing where you are?
...
When she finally lay on the bed and was about to sleep, the door lock clicked, and the old wooden door was pushed open. A tall and thin figure walked in.
Anne recognized who it was, but she was a little confused — did she not lock the door?
But Shylock had already walked over with his long legs. When he stood in front of the bed, Anne smelled the faint smell of alcohol on him.
Anne lifted the quilt, knelt on the bed, and reached out to touch his cheek.
"Are you drunk, Shylock?"
When she left, he, Watson, and Detective Lestrade were indeed drinking.
After a while, Anne got a slightly stiff answer, "No."
Shylock's voice was a little impatient and awkward.
Did she not see it?
Anne turned the light on the table a little brighter, looked at his face strangely, and found that the tips of his ears were a little red.
Uh, is he... shy?
Anne seemed to have seen something from the corner of her eyes. She was slightly stunned, and then she smiled softly.
Shylock lowered his eyes and glanced at her.
Well, now I see it.
Annie stretched out her arm and stroked his curly hair, as if she was stroking a big cat that was rarely obedient.
"You look so good in this sweater."
Anne also chose a red sweater for Shylock, but the pattern on it was not the same elk as hers, but a Christmas tree.
Anne did not expect that he would really wear it.
"Have you seen enough?" Mr. Holmes asked in a bad tone. If she had seen enough, he would immediately take off this silly sweater.
Shylock suspected that Mrs. Hudson must have added something strange to the "Christmas special" they just drank, otherwise, he would not have done such a stupid thing. This was very likely. After all, their landlord used to run a drug gang.
Anne was not frightened by his cold voice at all.
She took her phone from the bedside table. Her original phone was confiscated by Shylock, and "rich" Mr. Holmes bought her a new one.
Anne looked at him with shining eyes. "Can I take a picture as a memento?"
Before he could speak, Anne said first, "You can't refuse. You can't say that this is a boring, stupid, and meaningless behavior. "
Shylock raised his eyebrows and looked at her coldly. Although he really did not refute, his sharp eyes had already fully expressed his inner thoughts.
Unfortunately, he was not wearing his usual shirt and suit, but a cute Christmas sweater. With such an arrogant and indifferent expression, it was a big contrast.
So cute!
Anne tried hard to hold back her laughter, in case Mr. Holmes turned around and left in anger.
She said softly, "I want to take a picture with you — a picture of us wearing the same clothes."
Silence.
Anne said, "It's Christmas today."
Still no words.
Anne wrinkled her nose slightly, and there was a rare coquettish pout. "Is it really not okay? We don't seem to have taken a picture together. Today, Janet showed me a picture of her and John... "
After a long while.
"Just one picture." A low and not very gentle voice sounded.
"Okay." Anne relaxed her eyebrows and smiled even more softly.
"You're not allowed to show it to John and Mcauliffe."
"Okay."
After thinking about it, he added, "Not even Mrs. Hudson."
The smile on Anne's face widened silently. "Okay, I'll just look at it alone."
Outside the window, the straight falling snowflakes were blown askew by the cold winter wind, but the coldness could not penetrate the warm apartment at all.
The whole world was like a warm Christmas card, and they lived in it.
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