Anne did not attend Shylock's funeral.
Watson and Mrs. Hudson were extremely sad,
Anne knew that Watson was secretly hoping for a miracle — this was what Shylock was best at, creating miracles.
But when Anne calmly told the doctor that Shylock was not dead,
He would come back.
Watson was so sad that he could hardly look at her.
All the major newspapers devoted an entire page to Shylock. The big headline read: Fake Genius Commits Suicide.
Even those who didn't want to read it could casually pass by a newspaper stop,
They could also catch a glimpse of the eye-catching headline.
Watson moved out of Baker Street.
He witnessed Shylock's death with his own eyes,
The immense grief almost crushed this loyal and resolute assistant.
Anne did not leave,
She continued to live in Shylock's bedroom. Watson and Mrs. Hudson were very worried about her, although Anne told them several times,
She was really fine.
Perhaps it was because she appeared too calm,
Even her work in the restaurant was not affected at all. In the end, even Angelo tactfully said that he could give her paid leave.
In order to reassure everyone,
Anne had to accept Angelo's kindness.
But obviously, this was a bad suggestion. Staying alone in the apartment 221B did not make her feel better.
Anne went to the roof of Bartz Hospital.
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, the weather was gloomy,
The air was humid,
It was very much like the day Shylock left.
That day,
He was standing right there.
And said to her, I
love
you,
Anne.
This was the most beautiful love sentence in the world.
But why didn't he wait,
Should I let her finish her sentence?
The wind on the roof blew her hair into a mess,
Anne suddenly smiled. Was he afraid that if she said it, he would not be willing to leave?
If he really could not bear to leave, then come back soon..
In fact, Watson and Mrs. Hudson really did not have to worry about her. She would be fine. The one who was worrying was Shylock. Although she missed him, at least she had Watson and Mrs. Hudson to accompany her.
But what about Shylock?
Was he even lonelier?
Anne looked up and let the warmth in her eyes cool down.
The thick clouds in the distance were slowly blown away by the wind, and the sun shone down from the sky, shining brightly like gold.
…
After Watson moved away, Mcauliffe came to Baker Street to see Anne.
The gentleman from the Government of Great Britain sat on Shylock's sofa, his black umbrella leaning against the sofa's armrest. He sat in the living room for a long time with his hands clasped together under his chin.
This was the first time that Anne had noticed Mcauliffe's little trick, which was the same as Shylock's.
She secretly guessed that Mr. Holmes usually restrained himself and deliberately did not expose these details in front of Shylock, lest his brother discover his brother complex.
Anne made a pot of tea, and the two of them drank it quietly. Neither of them spoke until Mcauliffe picked up his umbrella and went downstairs to leave.
When he left, Mcauliffe left something on the table.
It was a document bag.
Anne opened it. Inside was a series of very complete documents, birth certificate, passport, bank statement, insurance number … and even a driver's license.
Anne was stunned for a moment, then smiled silently. It seemed that she would have to learn how to drive on her schedule.
.
Dr. Watson's blog stopped, but Anne's blog resumed updating.
It had nothing to do with Dr. Fitz's suggestion. Anne only had a slim hope that Shylock would see it.
Most importantly, Anne's first blog told him that she was fine and had no insomnia.
Because of the violin music he had recorded.
Anne didn't even know when Shylock had recorded it. That day, when she returned to Baker Street and pushed open the bedroom door, the gift he left behind was on the bed.
After that, Anne suddenly understood something. It turned out that it wasn't Shylock's violin music that cured her insomnia, but him.
The rest of the things were mostly trivial daily activities.
She told him that the Chinese restaurant at the end of Baker Street had changed chefs. Many of the dishes were no longer the same, but the soup was delicious.
Like before, she told him about the interesting guests she met at the restaurant.
Sometimes, it was just one sentence:
Dr. Watson found a new job at the clinic.
Or …
She actually burned the dishes when she was cooking at night.
But there were some things that Anne would never mention:
For example, Dr. Watson found a new job at the clinic, but he moved out of Baker Street. She only wrote one sentence because that was all the information she knew. After Watson moved away, they rarely contacted each other. It was probably because they could see through each other's sadness, but they still had to force a smile to prevent each other from worrying.
She burned the dishes because when she opened the refrigerator door, she suddenly remembered that he liked to keep strange things in the refrigerator. There was one time when he was so anxious that he was afraid of scaring her … He was lost in thought …
..
Many times, Mrs. Hudson forgot that there were two fewer tenants in 221B and made two more breakfasts.
Every day before she got off work, Anne would still habitually look up at the table by the window at the door, as if there would still be a familiar figure sitting there, waiting to take her home.
Sometimes, when she was walking on the road, she would suddenly reach out her hand, looking for a source of heat, but there was nothing beside her. There was no hand to catch her, nor was there his coat pocket.
One day, she met a homeless man playing the violin at a junction. He didn't play as well as Shylock, but she still stood by the side and listened for the entire afternoon. When she left, she gave him all the money she had.
..
These were things that she couldn't tell him.
August 3rd, 2012, five months and 14 days after Shylock left, at three o 'clock in the morning, Anne lay awake on the bed, her face buried deep in the pillow. It had been too long, so long that … the scent that belonged to him in this house was so faint …
In the quiet and cold night, the melodious violin music echoed in the bedroom. In the dark purple night, the crescent moon was white, but it was unusually eye-catching. This frosty white color made people feel the chill of the moon.
On this day, Anne finally couldn't hold it in anymore. She turned on her computer, logged into her blog, and typed a sentence.
I
miss
You (I miss you very much).
The next day, when the sun rose, the collapsed emotions in her blood were cleaned up one by one under the sunlight. Anne deleted that sentence word by word …
At the end of August, 2012, Anne received an offer from the CSM School of the University of the Arts in London. Her outstanding oil paintings also helped her win a full scholarship. For the next three years, she would be studying oil painting and sculpture in this ancient art school.
Anne really wanted to tell this news to Shylock face to face, instead of only announcing it on the cold blog page.
Mrs. Hudson insisted on having a party to celebrate for her. Half a year after Shylock left, all the friends they met in London gathered together for the first time. Watson and Inspector Lestrade were both there.
Anne called Jasmine, but she refused. Anne guessed that the female medical examiner, who probably wouldn't lie, was worried that she couldn't keep the secret in front of everyone.
Everyone appeared to be very happy, although they all tacitly tried to avoid something.
Anne took a lot of photos. After the party, she posted them one by one on her blog.
That night, she received a lot of congratulations from her friends in the comments. In addition to Watson, Inspector Lestrade, Jasmine, her colleagues from the restaurant, and even Donovan and Anderson left their footprints.
Oh, and there was also Mr. Government of Great Britain.
Anne then realized that everyone was reading her blog.
Looking at the comments one by one, Anne noticed that there was an unfamiliar account with a string of garbled numbers. It was inconspicuous among the many comments. But Anne was hit by this comment at a glance.
“I
am
proud
of
you！ (I'm proud of you) "
Anne's heart trembled violently. She reached out and covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.
It's him! Anne was very sure that it must be Shylock!
He really saw it …
That night, Annie sat in front of her desk and stared at the words on her computer screen for the entire night.
.
In mid-September, school started.
Anne never thought that Mcauliffe would insist on sending her to school in person. Even Mr. Government of Great Britain probably never thought that they would get along like this one day.
The car stopped at the entrance of the school. Anne pushed the door open and got out, thanking him sincerely.
Mcauliffe smiled calmly and said, "You're welcome. You should know that I'm just being honest. "
Yes, she knew.
After hesitating for a while, Anne still didn't take the initiative to ask him about Shylock.
But Mcauliffe said indifferently, "I think that two years is enough for him to accomplish everything."
Anne looked up.
Mcauliffe glanced at her. He thought that Anne would be a little angry and dissatisfied with him. After all, she told him everything in the beginning in hopes that he would do something to change the ending. But now that the truth was in front of her, Shylock still had to leave, but she accepted it so calmly and calmly.
Even Mcauliffe couldn't help but be puzzled.
After hearing Mr. Holmes' question, Anne was stunned for a moment, then she smiled gently.
"You've already done your best, haven't you?" What was there to be angry and disappointed about?
Anne believed that even if there was a glimmer of hope, Shylock would definitely not choose to disappear and leave. He couldn't bear to part with her, just like she couldn't bear to part with him.
If she had to say that she was disappointed, it would be with herself.
Mcauliffe moved the long black umbrella in his hand, but didn't say anything.
He and Shylock were conceited enough to come up with several plans to crush Moriarty's conspiracy, but their ultimate goal was not only Moriarty himself, but also his entire criminal network in Europe.
And the only person who could completely destroy Moriarty's criminal empire was Shylock.
So no matter how carefully they changed the process, the final result was still the same.
But Shylock didn't tell Anne this, and neither did Mcauliffe. It wouldn't do her any good to know that Shylock was in a foreign country in Europe, fighting against a huge criminal organization alone.
"Well," Mcauliffe had an elegant and indifferent smile on his face, "I wish you a good time in school, Miss Anne De Boer."
…
Anne's long-awaited university life finally began, which somewhat distracted some of her pervasive emotions.
Angelo promised Anne that she could continue to work in the restaurant every weekend.
Anne didn't choose to live on campus, but still lived on Baker Street. Although she always thought of Shylock in that bedroom, Anne soon found that in a quiet night, in an environment without him at all, time would be unbearably slow.
The first semester of her studies was considered easy and leisurely for Anne. After all, as a noble lady in the 19th century, the things she needed to learn every day were much more than what they were learning now.
About a year after Shylock left, Watson fell in love again. The other party was a part-time nurse in his clinic, and her name was Mary.
The doctor brought Mary to Baker Street once, and they had a meal together. Since then, Anne found that Watson had reconnected with her and Mrs. Hudson, and would visit Baker Street two or three times a month.
Perhaps it was the power of love, Anne thought. This beautiful lady named Mary slowly healed the doctor's trauma of losing his best friend.
But that wasn't entirely the case. Anne didn't know that the day before the doctor brought Mary to Baker Street, he had already come alone. But Anne didn't notice.
What was she doing at that time?
The doctor was so sad that he didn't even want to recall.
Shylock's departure shocked and pained Watson. He was worried about Anne, but he didn't even know how to comfort himself. Those heavy emotions made him breathless. So he moved out of Baker Street.
From the beginning, Anne was too calm. Day by day, she still didn't show any abnormalities. In the end, everyone believed that she was really fine. Watson also believed it.
Only when he saw Anne's never-ending blog did the doctor vaguely realize that maybe she wasn't as calm as she appeared to be.
However, it wasn't until that day when he followed Mary's advice and came to Baker Street and saw that scene that Watson really understood something.
It was in the afternoon. Since the party to congratulate Anne on getting into college, Watson hadn't been to Baker Street for half a year.
He took the subway for 20 minutes, then crossed the street and walked to the apartment door.
The golden door number of 221B and Mr. Chatterjee's sandwich shop downstairs hadn't changed at all. Watson didn't understand how Anne had to endure this every day — the greatest and most noble person had died, but the world hadn't changed at all. This was probably why he moved out of Baker Street in the first place.
When he opened the door, there was the familiar entrance and narrow stairs. The door of the living room on the second floor was open, and there was no sound in the apartment.
Silence was the easiest way to stimulate the memories hidden deep in the mind. Watson stood alone downstairs for a long time before he could lift his feet and go upstairs.
Standing at the door of the living room, the doctor, who had always been calm and reserved, almost screamed when he suddenly saw the familiar figure sitting on the sofa.
But immediately, Watson saw clearly that the person sitting on the sofa wasn't Shylock, but Anne.
She was wrapped in Shylock's black coat, the collar of which was turned up to cover her slender neck, and the funny deer-hunting hat on her head. She was nestled motionlessly on the sofa with her hands clasped together and resting on her chin. Even the posture of her legs was exactly the same as Shylock's …
The lights in the living room weren't turned on, and the twilight light shone in through the glass window behind Anne. The shadow cast by the brim of the hat covered the expression on her face.
For a moment, Watson felt as if his throat was full of sandpaper, and even a slight breath made his throat hurt.
The doctor didn't disturb the person on the sofa, and quietly left with red eyes, just like how he came in.
Anne didn't notice Watson's appearance and departure, so naturally, she didn't know the strong feelings of guilt that suddenly rose in the doctor's heart.
Waiting was indeed a despairing thing sometimes, but as long as she thought that in a corner she didn't know, there was a person working hard for their reunion one day, the suspense became warm.
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