Watson and Mary's wedding was scheduled for May.
Just as Anne had said,
Watson would definitely forgive Shylock. Not only that, Mr. Holmes was also invited to be the best man at the wedding.
Everyone knew that,
Watson's best man would definitely be Shylock. There was no doubt about that,
They were each other's most important partners and friends. But as the person involved, Mr. Holmes was extremely surprised.
Anne looked at him in amusement. "What's so strange about that? Just think about it. If you were the one who got married first..,
Wouldn't you ask John to be your best man? "
She just wanted to make an analogy to show that they were each other's best friends. But when she said that, Anne realized what she had said.
Shylock getting married..
Although their relationship had always been very stable, Anne had never considered the issue of marriage. Never.
Shylock getting married... Even Anne thought that it was impossible.
Sure enough..,
The man sitting on the sofa heard this,
He subconsciously replied, "Why should I get married..."
But he didn't finish his sentence because when he raised his head, he suddenly saw Anne sitting quietly opposite him. The detective, who had always been quick-witted, was stuck in his shell. Shylock didn't feel that he had said anything wrong,
But he suddenly couldn't continue, especially when he saw Anne's tolerant and understanding gaze.
There was no need to finish,
Anne obviously knew what he wanted to express.
She smiled and stood up,
Kissed his cheek, and went downstairs to school without being affected in the slightest.
The living room fell silent.
Shylock sat on the sofa, his hands clasped together, his fingertips slowly sliding down the tip of his nose,
Finally, it stopped at his chin.
A contemplative action.
Shylock looked like he was in a daze,
But when Mrs. Hudson's figure appeared at the door,
He then turned his gaze away.
"You know, you will regret it one day, Shylock."
Mrs. Hudson walked into the living room with tea and snacks.
"I never regret it," Mr. Holmes said expressionlessly.
"Wait until the day Anne leaves you, then think about what you just said," Mrs. Hudson put the tea set on the small round table next to the sofa and said while pouring tea.
Shylock raised his head and frowned. "Anne won't leave me."
Mrs. Hudson looked at him with a kind and tolerant gaze and did not say anything.
The living room fell silent again.
"What you just said is baseless. Anne would never leave me." Mr. Holmes reiterated his point of view again.
Mrs. Hudson thoughtfully brought the tea to Shylock's hand and turned to sit on the sofa opposite him. "Well, Anne is a good girl, and she loves you very much. Have you never thought of proposing to her? "
Propose? Shylock's teacup stopped in front of his mouth, and then he shook his head decisively. "No."
"Why? Don't you love her? "Mrs. Hudson asked in surprise.
Shylock took a sip of tea calmly and said indifferently, "I don't see how this has anything to do with whether I propose or not."
"Marriage might not be the best proof of love, but if you find the right person, the person who will be with you for the rest of your life, it will make you willing to make the most solemn commitment. Women sometimes need this. You really should think about it, Shylock. My best friend, Margaret, was in love with her first boyfriend. She waited for the boy for three years, but he never did anything. In the end, Margaret could only bear the pain and leave him. "
Mr. Holmes thought seriously for three seconds and then shook his head. "No. I don't need it. I didn't need it, and neither did Annie. We're very good now. "
Mrs. Hudson was still reminiscing. "She was sad for a long time and cried all day. But we all agree that if a man doesn't even plan to get married, he really isn't worthy of a woman's love. "
Shylock stood up from the sofa impatiently.
"Fortunately, she soon met another lover, and they walked down the aisle after three months of dating."
Mrs. Hudson's story had a perfect ending.
Mr. Holmes, on the other hand, played the violin in front of the window in annoyance all morning.
At noon, Anne called to say that she couldn't come back for lunch with him and had to eat with her classmates.
Shylock held his phone and sat on the sofa without saying a word. He looked like he wanted to throw a tantrum, but Anne wasn't there and she couldn't see him.
In the end, Mr. Holmes could only take a deep breath. His white cheeks puffed up unhappily, and then he helplessly exhaled.
After sitting on the sofa for a while, Shylock suddenly realized that he couldn't remember how he spent his time alone in 221B before Anne appeared.
Of course, Watson hadn't moved away from Baker Street at that time. But Watson didn't stay in the apartment all day, especially considering the frequency of the doctor's love life. He didn't need to go out too much.
But "can't remember" was just an exaggeration. After all, he was Sherlock Holmes. His luxurious memory palace could hold anything, and he wouldn't forget his life alone.
To be precise, he was just not used to it.
Even though he and Anne had just been separated for two years, for Shylock — no, for the two of them, this separation was only spatial. As long as this spatial distance disappeared, they could immediately be the same as before.
Shylock sat for a long time in annoyance. Time passed so slowly that it was unbearable. He suddenly stood up from the sofa and walked downstairs.
He came to Anne's art studio.
After Shylock came back, as long as Anne was in the apartment, she would spend most of her time with him. She didn't have many opportunities to come to the art studio.
It didn't take much effort for Shylock to guess that in the past two years, Anne had spent a lot of time in this art studio. He vaguely knew what she did here, but when he saw the rows and rows of oil paintings at the end of the room, the detective, who was always cold and indifferent, was stunned.
The people in those paintings were all him.
Some were half-body portraits, some were full-body portraits, some were standing, some were sitting, some were side faces, some were smiling, some were expressionless indifference, some were his back … Some were in suits, some were in lazy pajamas …
Shylock saw that there were even some scenes of them in the 19th century.
…
She said that she missed him too much. This wasn't an empty sentence. She had deeply imprinted all these thoughts in her paintbrush and paint …
.
A wedding needed a best man and, of course, a bridesmaid. When Mary invited her, Anne happily agreed.
It was the weekend, but Anne, who was the bridesmaid, still woke up early.
Just as she moved, an arm pressed down on her waist and pulled her back. He said shamelessly, "Don't get up. Sleep with me!"
Anne fell back onto the pillow. Mr. Holmes, who was sleeping next to her, still had his eyes closed. His curly hair was a little messy from his sleep.
Anne couldn't refuse him at all, but she really had to go out today.
Anne smiled and touched his messy curly hair. "Sleep for a while. I'm going to accompany Mary to pick out a wedding dress today."
Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at her with a sense of scrutiny and contemplation.
Anne's beautiful eyes curved gently. "What's wrong?"
Sherlock sat up from the bed and ran his hands through his hair. He said calmly, "It's nothing. It just so happens that I also have something very important to think about. "
Something very important?
Anne naturally thought that it was some complicated case and didn't ask much. After packing up, she took a taxi to the place she had agreed on with Mary.
It was Anne's first time being a bridesmaid, and of course, it was also her first time in a wedding dress shop. She only felt that the pure white veils were very beautiful and gorgeous.
It was a happy and romantic thing to begin with, so Annie was also full of joy. She had a quiet and patient personality, so she accompanied Mary to try one shop after another, showing no signs of impatience at all. Mary was really liking her more and more.
Anne's taste was first-class. In the end, Mary simply gave up her brain and listened to her completely.
Anne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The most important thing is that you like it."
Mary immediately took the opportunity to complain. "Do you know how many kinds of cakes I've tried this month? Oh, and champagne. Every dish on the wedding day has to be tasted and chosen one by one. The seats for the wedding banquet also have to be arranged. There's also the church, the photographer, the wedding band … I've completely fallen into a phobia of choice now! "
Anne said lightly with a smile, "But you're still very happy."
Mary's wrinkled brows immediately relaxed, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. It was a smile that only a truly happy woman would have.
She said, "Yes, I'm still very happy."
Annie thought that this was probably what it was like to be married to love.
After shopping for the whole morning, they finally chose a champagne color. Anne and Mary both liked it at first glance. It was simple and elegant, with a small tail that wasn't exaggerated, three layers of romantic and light tulle, and the waist was decorated with gold embroidery. The embroidery was decorated with handmade beads, which added a bit of elegance and nobility.
"You're really beautiful, Mary!" Anne looked at the bride standing in front of the dressing mirror and praised sincerely.
After choosing the wedding dress, it was time to choose the bridesmaid's dress. The most important thing was not to steal the limelight. According to the requirements of the wedding day, Anne quickly chose a simple long dress without any decorations.
After choosing everything, Mary didn't leave immediately. She pulled Anne and stopped in front of a white dress.
Anne looked at her in confusion. "What? Do you like this one more? "
"No." Mary looked at her and smiled. "You want to try this one."
Anne was even more confused. "Aren't bridesmaids supposed to wear purple?" Besides, this was obviously a wedding dress.
Mary directly called the shop assistant over and accurately told Anne's size. Then she took the wedding dress from the shop assistant and handed it to Anne.
"I saw this wedding dress the moment I entered the store. It really suits you, Anne. You must try it. "
In fact, Anne had seen this white dress a long time ago. It was a very unique Jarocha dress in Mexican culture, elegant and lively. However, because it didn't suit Mary, Anne only glanced at it briefly. She didn't expect Mary to notice it.
Anne gently touched the wedding dress in her hand. The material was also the Gret jacquard mesh that she liked very much. The folds of the dress were plump and beautiful. The design of the light V-neck showed a little sex appeal, but it wasn't too exaggerated.
Anne was a little hesitant.
It was just a try …
In fact, Shylock wasn't the only reason why Anne hadn't thought about getting married. It was also her own factor. She was only 21 years old this year. Even if the other party wasn't Shylock, Anne had never thought of getting married so early.
However, that was probably the magic of the wedding dress. When a seven-year-old girl saw the beautiful wedding dress hanging in the window, she would start to look forward to growing up quickly, meeting her lover, and marrying him in the most beautiful white dress.
Therefore, Anne felt that it was normal for her heart to beat a little when she put on this wedding dress.
She stood in the fitting room and stroked her chest. She took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the fitting room.
.
Shylock was thinking about his "very important matter" when he received a text message from Mary. It was only a short address.
"Molisa Wedding Dress Shop, come quickly."
Mr. Holmes quickly got up from the sofa and strode down the stairs. He didn't even have time to put on his black coat.
Mary's timing was very accurate. When Shylock got out of the taxi, Anne had just walked into the fitting room with the wedding dress.
Shylock walked into the shop and glanced at the row of wedding dresses indifferently. He was wearing a fitting black suit, standing there tall and straight. A young and beautiful shop assistant came to greet him warmly.
"Sir, are you looking for a wedding dress?"
"No, thank you," Shylock said coldly. He had already seen Mary standing not far away.
He strode over and asked, "Where is Anne?" His sharp eyes scanned the person in front of him from head to toe. "Don't tell me this is just a stupid prank."
Mary smiled meaningfully and pointed at the fitting room in front of them. "Anne is inside. Wait a few minutes. Trust me, there's a surprise."
She then ignored Shylock's sharp gaze and said to the shop assistant, "Okay, we can go and pay the bill."
Not long after Mary and the shop assistant turned and left, the door of the fitting room opened. A white figure walked out. Shylock turned his head and was stunned.
Mr. Holmes had only been shocked once in his life, and that was when Watson asked him to be his best man.
This was the second time.
And this shock and amazement was even stronger than the first time. It was even more … impossible to recover for a long time.
Mr. Holmes probably never thought that one day, his huge memory palace would actually go out of control. The doors of the palace all opened on their own accord, and the images floating out were all about the same person.
She stood on the stairs of Netherfield Garden and said, "Hello, Mr. Holmes."
Like a small animal with nowhere to run, she asked him softly, "If I tell you everything, can you help me keep it a secret?"
She stood under the starry night sky and said with a gentle smile, "I can go back to London with you and Mr. Watson."
She said matter-of-factly, "… Not all detectives are as good as Mr. Holmes. He's unique."
She looked into his eyes and said softly, "Shylock, I don't like you at all."
She stood in the soft sunlight and hugged him tightly. "I love you too, Shylock …"
…
She called him gently, Shylock.
She called him happily, Shylock.
She called him worriedly, Shylock.
She smiled and said to him, "… I'll always forgive you, no matter when, no matter what."
No matter when, no matter what.
…
Anne didn't expect to see Shylock when she opened the door. She was stunned for a moment before she understood what was going on. Mary …
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was also a little embarrassed.
"Uh, I just … You know, Mary felt that it was very suitable for me … so, I …" Anne spoke haltingly, and her voice became lower and lower.
Shylock still didn't respond.
He stood a few steps away from Anne and stared at her without blinking.
She was wearing a white wedding dress and fair skin. Only her blonde hair hung softly on her neck.
After another minute, Anne saw him pursing his lips, his Adam's apple moving up and down. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.
Anne took a few steps closer. "Shylock?"
Regardless of the turmoil in his heart, Mr. Holmes perfectly maintained his cold face, but there were still some emotions in his deep eyes that he hadn't had time to sort out.
It was as if an unsolved case had been opened up in front of him again. He had already seen what was hidden behind the layers of fog, but he wasn't in a hurry to open it.
"Mm," Shylock answered faintly. "If you're done trying, you can go change. I think John and Mary have been waiting for a long time." He then glanced in the direction of the door.
Anne was a bit surprised. Was Watson here too? However, she didn't pay too much attention to it. All her attention was on Shylock.
Noticing that she wanted to say something, Shylock looked up at her and asked, "What?"
Annie thought for a moment and said, "It's nothing. I'm really just trying it on. Don't think too much. "
Shylock's expression didn't change at all. "What's there to think about?"
… Well, she was the one who was thinking too much. How could she forget that the man in front of her was as sensitive as he was in solving cases and reasoning?
Anne shook her head and smiled, then she turned and walked into the fitting room.
.
In front of the glass window outside the shop, Watson and his wife had witnessed the entire process.
Dr. Watson was a bit frustrated and expected. He said, "I knew it wouldn't work."
This man was Sherlock Holmes. Just think of how he described marriage to Mrs. Hudson. It would leave anyone speechless.
Mary smiled confidently. "He'll do it."
Watson looked at his fiancée in confusion.
Mary smiled faintly and repeated with great certainty, "He'll do it."
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