May came,
The sunlight was gentle and warm,
The breeze was blowing,
As far as the eye could see, it was full of spring.
Anne soon discovered that as Watson and Mary's wedding date approached, Shylock became more and more nervous.
One day..,
Anne even found that a whole row of webpages opened on his computer were all "Best Man's Speeches", "Classic and Humorous Best Man's Speeches", "The Best Best Man's Wedding Speech in History"..
Anne looked at Mr. Holmes, who was sitting in front of the computer in a suit and leather shoes with curly hair,
How could he be so cute?!
She couldn't help but touch his hair. Anne said, "Don't be nervous, Shylock. You will definitely do a good job. Because you want John and Mary to have a perfect wedding. "
Her weak voice had a soothing power.
Shylock raised his eyelids,
He glanced at her right hand from the corner of his eye. "Yes,
Of course I will do a good job. I just need a little cooperation from you. "
"Huh?" Anne looked at him in confusion.
Sherlock said without batting an eyelid, "Have you rehearsed our dance?"
Anne thought he was talking about the best man and bridesmaid dancing together at the wedding. She took two steps back and said with a smile, "Do you want to check it,
Teacher Holmes? "
“Yes，Why
Shylock took one last look at the computer screen,
Fortunately, she didn't find the things hidden under the webpage that he was really looking for.
Mr. Holmes stood up from his chair,
He turned on the player.
A gentle violin song sounded in the living room.
Shylock's palm was facing up and he reached out to Anne.
Anne smiled,
She gently placed her hand on his.
The waltz was known as the "Queen of the Dance". The dance steps were slow and elegant, and every light rotation and undulation was gentle and moving.
And Anne's waltz..,
Was taught step by step by Shylock.
Shylock not only knew how to dance,
He also danced quite well,
This really surprised Anne a little. Teacher Holmes expressed that he was very satisfied with Anne, this intelligent and studious disciple. The two of them had a natural tacit understanding, and their cooperation was getting better and better.
"Isn't this the song you gave to John and Mary? You know that they are going to dance this dance on the wedding day, not us. Why do we keep practicing with this song? "Anne asked.
Between Watson and Sherlock as partners and roommates, Dr. Watson had always been considered the more romantic, and that was indeed the case. Sherlock's extraordinary rationality and calmness made it difficult for people to associate him with the word "romantic".
If he showed some "abnormalities" on rare occasions, it was only because of his true nature. For example, he was willing to wear a Christmas sweater even if he didn't like it just to make Annie happy; or he played the violin for her on a snowy day. For example, he composed a violin song for Watson and his wife as a wedding gift.
There were very few people that he cared about, but once he cared about them, he would do it wholeheartedly. It wasn't that he didn't have human emotions. He was just stingy and hid these emotions, only giving them to those he thought were important. Therefore, these emotions were even more precious, heavy, and hot.
"Well," facing Anne's question, Mr. Holmes tilted his head and quickly found a reasonable and sufficient reason. "Only by practicing on the spot can I know where I need to improve."
Anne easily accepted this reason.
The living room was quiet, and only the beautiful and moving music filled every inch of the air.
How nice! Anne smiled gently. Every moment he was by her side.
The last note slowly dissipated. Although the two of them stopped, they still maintained their dancing posture. Shylock looked down at her, and his expression was even a little tense. He asked in a deep voice, "So, tell me now, do you like this song?"
Annie gently pulled her hand out of his palm and wrapped it around his neck instead. Her eyes were full of smiles as she looked at him. "Of course, Shylock. Of course I like it. It's beautiful."
Mr. Holmes finally couldn't control his expression — he didn't need to. A warm and bright smile slowly bloomed on his fair and handsome face.
...
Before Watson and Mary's wedding night, Shylock prepared a perfect and comprehensive plan for Watson.
Anne stood in front of the kitchen bench and watched Mr. Holmes excitedly calculate the optimal amount of alcohol for him and Watson.
The wedding night that Shylock prepared for Watson was a relay of themed bars. The so-called "theme" by the detective was, of course, not a special theme that ordinary people knew, but a "theme" for him and Watson. These bars were located on the street where the body of the best couple in London had been found.
Mr. Holmes thought it was very interesting and meaningful.
Anne looked at the excited man in front of her and held back. She didn't say anything.
When Mr. Holmes took out two measuring cylinders, intending to accurately control the amount of alcohol that he and Watson consumed, Anne was completely speechless.
She imagined Shylock appearing in the bar with these two long measuring cylinders and asking the bartender to pour beer.
Well, Anne suddenly felt very confident in herself.
The bride and groom's farewell party was usually organized by the best man and the bridesmaid. Anne was like Shylock. It was her first time receiving such a task. She wasn't a lively and playful person, so it was inevitable that she felt nervous.
But... at least there was Mr. Holmes at the bottom.
For the first time, Miss Anne De Boer thought unkindly.
Compared to Shylock's ingenuity, Anne was much more conservative and reliable. After looking up various strategies on the Internet, she carefully chose a club with the best reviews.
Anne had never been to a nightclub before, so she went to a club called Night.
After visiting Breeze's Club, Anne realized that the kind of good reviews that netizens gave seemed to be different from what she thought it was.
The gorgeous and dazzling purple lights, the strong and dynamic rhythm of the music, and the wildly twisting bodies of men and women in the middle of the dance floor. Everywhere was filled with a primitive excitement and joy.
In addition to Anne, Mary's other close friends were also at this bachelor party. To Anne's relief, although she had misunderstood, everyone seemed to be very satisfied with the venue. It could be considered a lucky hit.
Mary was quickly pulled onto the dance floor by her friends, and Anne found herself a booth and sat down.
Half an hour later, Mary looked around a few times before she found Anne sitting on a sofa in the corner. She saw her carefully pick up a glass of fruit wine on the table and sniff it. After hesitating for a few seconds, she put it down. Then, as if she was still worried, she stretched out a thin finger and pushed the glass of wine further away from her.
She was like a small animal that had just walked out of the depths of the forest and stood on the shore, tentatively testing the water with its claws. Then, it cautiously retracted its claws.
After another hour, Mary looked back and saw that the glass of wine was still in its original position. The blonde girl wasn't holding a glass of wine. Instead, she was holding a few pieces of paper and reading it seriously. She didn't fit in with the surroundings.
Mary finally walked over with a smile and curiosity. "What are you looking at?" She sat down next to her.
Anne put away the paper and said a little embarrassedly, "I was worried that there would be an awkward silence, so I prepared a few games in advance." She glanced at the girls who were having a good time in the middle of the dance floor. "It seems that I don't need them now."
Mary took the paper from her hand and opened it. Sure enough, the names and playstyles of the games were neatly written on it. She flipped down and saw the preparations before the party, the time, the invited guests, the choice of venue, the alternative theme, and so on. There were even possible dangers and ways to deal with them.
Mary's smile deepened as she looked at it. In the end, she couldn't help but give her a warm hug.
"Oh, Anne!" Mary said sincerely. "You're so cute! Just like Shylock! "
Anne smiled. Well, Shylock was very cute.
Before she could say anything, she suddenly heard someone call her name from the side.
"Anne!"
She turned around.
It was Dean Ward.
"I thought I was mistaken," Dean said excitedly. "I didn't expect to see you here, Anne!"
Anne was also surprised. Since Shylock came back, Dean had automatically disappeared. Anne had never thought of her suitor. This was the first time she saw Dean in more than two months.
"Hello, Dean." Compared to his warm and familiar attitude, Anne's response was much calmer.
Mary looked at the handsome brown-haired boy in front of her with interest. She signaled Anne with her eyes. "Who is this?"
Anne introduced Mary and Dean.
"Do, do you want to dance?" Dean looked at Anne hesitantly and finally invited her.
Without a doubt, he got a polite rejection.
Anne sat upright and slightly raised her head. Although there was a polite smile on her face, her tone of rejection was very straightforward. Dean knew from the beginning that Anne was not the kind of girl he knew who played hard to get. Her politeness and smile were taught by her family, but her rejection was a real rejection.
Dean was almost used to being rejected, so he didn't feel embarrassed. When he was about to leave, Mary spoke.
"You've been sitting here all night, Anne. This is the club, not the library. You should go dance! What's more, tonight is the bachelor party! "
Anne reminded her. "It's your bachelor party, not mine."
Mary looked at her and smiled mysteriously. "That's not necessarily true, Annie. That's not necessarily true. Maybe yours is coming soon. "
Anne didn't argue and just smiled. The phone in her pocket suddenly rang, and Anne took it out.
When Mary and Dean saw the look on her face for a moment, they knew who the caller was.
Sure enough.
"Shylock." Anne pressed the answer button and spoke softly.
She was noisy, and so was Shylock. Anne spent a lot of effort to hear what he said.
"Anne! My. Love. Anne! ... Anne! "Mr. Holmes shouted from the other end of the phone.
This is...
"Shylock, are you drunk?"
And he was very, very drunk.
Didn't he precisely calculate the optimal amount of alcohol? How could he be drunk?
Mr. Holmes's brain, which was always running like an engine, finally slowed down a little under the influence of alcohol. After a long time, he snorted and said, "Anne... I have something very, very important to tell you."
"Okay." Anne was afraid that he couldn't hear her, so she raised her voice slightly. Her tone was softer than usual, as if she was coaxing a child — and the drunk Mr. Holmes was indeed like a child. "Tell me first, where are you, Shylock? Where's John? Is he drunk too? "
Mary suddenly said, "Okay, Anne, don't worry about those men. You should go dance with Dean."
Anne turned to look at Mary. As expected, she saw a mischievous smile on her face.
Shylock on the other end of the phone immediately heard it and shouted unhappily, "Dean? That Dean Ward? You want to dance with him? "
"I didn't dance with him. Have you forgotten? I only dance with you. "Anne patiently comforted him and looked at Mary disapprovingly.
Anne covered the phone receiver and looked at Mary hesitantly. She was the organizer of the party. Although it didn't seem to be of any use if she stayed, it was still impolite to leave early. But... Shylock was drunk!
"Okay, got it." Mary looked at her with understanding. "Go and find your Mr. Holmes."
When Anne put the phone back to her ear, the detective, who had called her name more than a dozen times without getting a response, was so angry that he was about to hit someone.
It was finally quieter outside, and the drunkenness on the other end of the phone became more obvious. How much did he drink?
"Shylock, tell me where you are first. Then I'll go and find you, and you can tell me that very, very important thing, okay? "
The bright street lights were on overhead, and the huge advertisement building changed colors under the night sky. It was gorgeous and charming.
Anne felt that the drunk Shylock was as blurry and cute as the night sky. It was infuriating, but it was impossible to be angry at him.
“No！” Mr. Holmes refused firmly. "I'm going to find you. I know where you are!"
He seemed to have taken the phone away, and Anne's dissuasion had no effect at all. She only vaguely heard him call Watson's name loudly. The two men stumbled out, and then the noisy background music of the bar disappeared.
Fortunately, Mr. Holmes still knew how to call a taxi. Anne heard him tell the driver the address of Night Breeze.
Night Breeze's address.
The call was not cut off. Shylock would occasionally remember and talk incoherently into the phone. Sometimes, he would completely quiet down as if he had fallen asleep.
Anne stood at the door and waited until the two sleep-walking figures got out of the taxi. She quickly ran over.
Very good, even Dr. Watson was drunk.
Anne wanted to shove them back into the taxi and take them back to Baker Street. But Shylock did not agree. He grabbed her wrist and rushed towards Night Breeze.
Night Breeze's door.
"Where is he?"
"Who is it?" As Anne was pulled forward, she was still thinking about looking back, afraid that she would lose sight of the groom-to-be who was obviously in a trance.
"Dean … Dean Ward …" Shylock replied incoherently.
Annie tugged at him forcefully. Was he going to fight? "Dean is not here. Mary lied to you just now!"
Dr. Watson, who was following behind, finally woke up when he heard his fiancée's name. "Mary … Where is Mary? She is my bride … We are getting married … Anne! " The doctor seemed to have just discovered Anne's existence. "You must come to our wedding … You and Shylock …"
Anne quickly used her other hand to grab the doctor who kept running away. "Of course, John. Of course I will attend your wedding. I am also the bridesmaid. "
In the end, the three of them returned to Night Breeze together.
Even though Anne was tired and sweaty, she could not stop the two drunkards.
The noisy music was deafening. Dr. Watson could not help but exclaim when he walked in, "Oh! This place is really good! Shylock, why didn't we come here? We should come here! "
"Dean Ward … Where is Dean Ward?" Mr. Holmes was still persistently looking for his love rival, but he was drunk and confused. He only knew how to walk in circles, looking like a big cat chasing its own tail.
Anne pulled him to the sofa and sat him down. "I told you, Dean is not here. Mary lied to you."
Mary had also discovered them. She came over and comforted Watson to the sofa.
"Well, you have seen that Dean Ward is not here. Can we go home?" Anne negotiated with him with infinite patience.
"Hmm … Hmm …" Sherlock looked at the dance floor not far away in a drunken stupor. His eyelids drooped lower and lower as if he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he pointed to the front and shouted, "Dean Ward!"
Anne looked in the direction of his finger. It really was Dean Ward. There were so many people on the dance floor. How did he find out?
Sherlock stood up, his tall and straight figure stumbling as he tried to rush forward.
Anne hurriedly pulled him back. "That is not Dean Ward. You are mistaken."
Mr. Holmes blinked in a daze. There were so many people on the dance floor that Dean Ward's figure was instantly drowned out.
"Shylock." The flashing lights made people dizzy, but Anne looked at him seriously. She stood on her tiptoes and said in his ear in a volume that he could hear, "Don't you have something very important to tell me? You can tell me now. "
Shylock quieted down. "Yes, a … very important thing."
"Okay, tell me. I'm listening." Anne stood in front of him obediently and looked up at him quietly.
Mr. Holmes stared at her in a daze for a long time. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he suddenly put an index finger on his lips. He leaned close to her and whispered, "Shh! This is a secret. " He shook his head absentmindedly. His soft curly hair swayed on his forehead with his movements. "I can't say it now. I can't say it!"
Anne was so angry that she laughed.
She pulled his tall body lower and said softly, "Then let's go back, okay? It's too noisy here. I don't like it. "
The detective, who had turned into an obedient child, immediately nodded. "Okay, let's go back!"
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