What surprised Anne was that,
Even when Shylock was drunk,
His super memory was also dutifully working — the next day, when he woke up..,
He remembered all the details of his drunken state, even what everyone had said.
"So, last night, that Dean Ward was really in the Night,
Breeze, I didn't see wrongly. "
This was the first sentence that Mr. Holmes said to Anne after he woke up.
But Anne was interested in another thing.
"You kept saying yesterday that there was something important to tell me,
What is it? "
Mr. Holmes looked at her,
Blinked twice, and his faint pupils moved slightly in his eye sockets, as if he was still confused. But Anne knew,
He had long since sobered up.
"I'm hungry. Are You Hungry? Mrs. Hudson,
Where's my breakfast? " Shylock, with his messy curly hair, shouted loudly as he stood up from the sofa. His change of topic was not too obvious.
It was too easy for Shylock to muddle through in front of Anne,
Moreover, Anne had never been someone who would force others to do something. Seeing that he didn't want to say it,
She didn't ask further.
Of course,
She soon found out about this "very important thing".
.
On the second Wednesday of May,
The weather was clear, and the bright morning sun passed through the transparent glass window, spreading warm light and shadow on the red carpet in the living room.
Watson and Mary's wedding was finally here.
"Shylock,
My dear,
You look really nervous. "Anne walked up to Mr. Holmes, who looked tense,
She took the tie from him and helped him tie it.
He never wore a tie, but today was special. His usual black suit had also been changed into a formal tuxedo. His white shirt was buttoned up to the top button of his collar, and his fair and handsome cheeks looked even more ascetic.
"Relax a little." Anne smiled and touched his face. "Your wedding speech was very well prepared."
Shylock looked down at her. His clear eyes seemed to be filled with some dissatisfaction. "Who told you that I was nervous about the wedding speech?"
"Then what else could it be?" Anne asked in confusion.
Shylock pursed his lips slightly and didn't say anything.
"It can't be because Mary took John away that you're sad, right?" Anne made a rare joke.
Shylock looked at her expressionlessly. Anne felt that he probably didn't understand at all.
"You look beautiful in this dress," Mr. Holmes suddenly said.
As a bridesmaid, Anne had already changed into the purple dress. The light purple color was very harsh on the skin, but Annie was already fair, and this mysterious and romantic color made her look even more beautiful and serene. The thin straps were draped over her thin shoulders, revealing her slender neck and beautifully shaped collarbones.
Hearing Shylock's praise, Anne gently lifted her dress with both hands and gracefully curtsied. Although she hadn't done this for years, Anne wasn't out of practice.
"You're very happy." Shylock looked at her with a gentle smile.
"Of course." The smile on Anne's face became more obvious. "Watson and Mary are our friends. I'm happy for them, and I hope they can always be as happy as they are today."
"Well, although this is a beautiful blessing, from a practical level …"
As soon as Mr. Holmes started, Anne guessed that there was nothing good to say. She simply reached out and covered his mouth. "Today, except for the groom's speech, you'd better not say anything."
Shylock stood motionless and didn't resist. Only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed, blinking at her with an innocent and calm expression.
This is against the rules! Anne felt that England should enact a law that stipulated that people and animals with cat attributes were not allowed to casually act cute. It could kill!
.
Watson and Mary's wedding was chosen in the Bristol Cathedral. In this nearly 900-year-old church, accompanied by the spring breeze, the two newlyweds completed their wedding vows.
In health and in sickness, in poverty and in wealth, in prosperity and in adversity, they would support each other, accompany each other for life, and never leave each other.
This was probably the most beautiful vow in the world.
Like all emotional ordinary people, Anne's eyes were a little wet when she looked at this beauty. This was a very normal reaction.
Mr. Holmes, who was standing next to her, elegantly took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and handed it to her. This was a very considerate and gentlemanly move, provided that he didn't say the latter sentence.
"The meaning of an oath lies in the heart." Shylock looked straight ahead, his voice indifferent. "A church or a priest can't add any weight to an oath." He looked sideways at her. "Your tears are meaningless."
Under the towering dome of the church, Anne sighed and said in a sincere tone, "If your purpose is to comfort me, then what you said just now is not very useful, Mr. Holmes. I suggest that you change your words. "
After Shylock heard this, he turned directly to look at her. His good-looking eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he really began to think seriously about changing his words of comfort.
The priest had just announced that the groom could kiss the bride, and the relatives and friends watching the ceremony burst into a burst of applause and laughter.
In the rising and falling waves of sound, Shylock said indifferently, "I don't like to see you cry."
Anne paused and didn't turn to look back at him. She looked at the bride and groom kissing on the stage with everyone else, smiled, and sent out a blessing applause.
"Well, this sentence is fine."
Her small voice was sandwiched in the loud sound, but Shylock heard it very clearly.
...
After the wedding ceremony, everyone moved together to the wedding hall amidst the flying paper flowers.
Mary suddenly walked to Anne with a bouquet of Calla lilies and enthusiastically hooked her arm.
"Anne, you must not know that I really want to give this bouquet of flowers to you directly. John and I both hope to attend your wedding with Shylock as soon as possible. This is simply wonderful! "
Mary maintained a charming smile on her face as she spoke, because dutiful photographers kept surrounding the two of them to take photos.
Probably just like how people in love liked to introduce partners to their friends, married people became eager to urge their friends to walk into the hall of marriage as soon as possible.
Just as Mary left, Mrs. Hudson suddenly appeared and said to Anne with emotion, "It's the happiest thing in the world to see two people who love each other get married. The only regret is that John moved out of Baker Street." The landlord looked at Anne sadly. "After you and Shylock get married, will you leave me too?"
Anne immediately promised that she and Shylock wouldn't leave Baker Street.
To be precise, she and Shylock wouldn't get married. Um, that sounded a bit strange...
After comforting Mrs. Hudson, who was worried for nothing, Anne's phone rang.
Seeing the name flashing on the screen, Anne was surprised for a few seconds before she pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Holmes..."
"You can call me Mcauliffe," said the Government of Great Britain on the other end of the phone. "After all, we will soon be a family."
Anne: "..."
Did everyone agree to say strange things and do strange things together on this day?
Anne thought that Mcauliffe must have something important to say. After all, this was the Government of Great Britain. In the end, he just asked Anne to convey his blessings to Watson and Mary on his behalf.
Anne hung up the phone in confusion. She was still holding the phone for a long time. Did she... miss something?
The warm sun shone on her skin, and a vague thought flashed through her mind like lightning. Before she could take a closer look, it immediately disappeared.
Anne gently patted her forehead, thinking that she was dizzy from the sun above her head.
The wedding venue was in a beautiful hall surrounded by a garden. Shylock and Anne, as the best man and maid of honor, stood at the door with Watson and Mary to welcome the guests.
"Was that Mcauliffe on the phone just now? What did he say to you? "Shylock stood beside Anne and suddenly asked.
That strange feeling came again.
Anne saw that Shylock slightly tilted his head in her direction. The warm afternoon sun made the curve of his side profile look particularly deep and bright.
"Nothing much." Anne chuckled. "He just asked me to wish John and Mary a happy wedding."
Shylock pursed his lips and snorted softly.
Anne glanced sideways at his awkward expression. She didn't know why, but she smiled softly and secretly held his big hand, shaking it gently.
Shylock looked down at her.
Anne looked at his beautiful eyes. Under the sun, his clear pupils turned a very light gold, a bit like a cat's eyes.
"Shylock, only a child will keep going against his brother. Are you three years old this year?"
That pair of golden cat eyes narrowed slightly. Just when Annie thought that he was going to say something to refute her, that cold and arrogant cat only turned its head and did not say anything.
Annie could only see Mr. Holmes in his tuxedo. He was tall and slim, and he looked as perfect as a statue. But she didn't notice that she was particularly attractive today. Her milk-white skin was almost transparent under the sun, and her beautiful blonde hair was blown by the wind. She smiled warmly.
Shylock had keenly noticed that several people kept looking at her, which made Mr. Holmes very unhappy.
After all the guests entered the hall, Anne followed Watson and Mary to the hall. After taking two steps, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the side.
"Shylock …"
Anne couldn't finish her words because Shylock held her cheeks with both hands, lowered his head, and quickly kissed her on the lips.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat as if weightless.
"Three-year-old children don't know how to do this." After successfully turning the tables and declaring his sovereignty, Mr. Holmes's voice was very happy, and he smiled unusually softly.
Anne: "…"
Sure enough, this was still the proud and childish Holmes.
…
In addition to filling everyone's stomachs, the other most important activity at the wedding banquet was the groom's speech.
Shylock's speech was very successful — except that he didn't understand why the guests were laughing, and he couldn't understand which part of his speech made people cry. Anne finally believed that he was really not nervous about the best man's speech.
During the banquet, the bride and groom started the first dance.
The romantic hall was illuminated by the flickering candlelight. When Shylock stood on the stage and played the violin, Anne was surprised to find that this song was not the one they had been practicing before.
But this was just a harmless accident. He also played a beautiful and gentle piece of music, which was full of his most sincere blessings to his friend.
The deepest love didn't need words, and could be felt by simply looking at each other. Just like Watson and Mary, who were dancing together at this moment, just like Shylock and Anne, who were looking at each other from a distance across the crowd.
The candlelight flickered, and Anne's eyes were a little hot.
Not far away, the scattered light and shadows outlined a thin and tall figure.
Shylock playing the violin, no matter how many times she saw it, was still as moving.
The music stopped, and Shylock's right hand holding the bow swung in the air. He accurately found that gaze in the crowd and chuckled.
Anne stood below the stage and gave him a silent smile.
The first dance of the bride and groom ended, and the ball officially began. All the guests crowded onto the dance floor and began to dance.
Shylock walked through the crowd and walked towards Anne. All the candlelight around him seemed to be reflected in his clear eyes.
When he stopped in front of her, Anne naturally reached out and hugged him.
"What's wrong?" Shylock was a little surprised by her sudden enthusiasm.
Anne didn't say anything.
After a few seconds of silence, Shylock whispered, "I'm sorry, I only brought a handkerchief today."
Anne chuckled and said, "I'm just too happy, Shylock." She raised her head in his arms and looked at him with watery eyes. She was really happy. It was really good to have her lover and friends by her side.
Shylock also stared at her quietly.
Anne was wearing high heels today, so she didn't need to stand on her tiptoes and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"I didn't know you made two songs."
Shylock coughed softly. He didn't know why his eyes suddenly looked a little erratic. He said softly, "Yes, I made two songs."
Anne didn't care. She turned her head and looked at the crowd dancing on the dance floor. This cheerful dance song was obviously not a waltz.
"You only taught me waltz, Teacher Holmes," Anne said with a smile. "Now we can't dance."
Shylock looked at her and raised his eyebrows. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her directly out of the ball hall.
It was dark outside, and the light from the window reflected a small hazy light on the grass in the garden.
Shylock's black suit almost blended in with the night, and his straight figure showed his usual cold and arrogant temperament.
Anne didn't know what he was going to do. "Are we going back?"
Shylock stared at her. Anne felt that his gaze was a little strange, but when she tried to distinguish it, he looked away.
"Of course not," he said. "We haven't danced yet."
Dance? Here?
Anne saw Shylock magically take out a small player from his pocket. He pressed the switch, and a familiar sound flowed out of the small square box.
It was the violin song.
Anne couldn't help but laugh.
Accompanied by the gentle melody of the violin, the moonlight hidden behind the thin clouds floated up again, shrouding the quiet little garden in white.
“May
Shylock bowed slightly, palm up, and reached out to Anne. — — This was a more serious invitation than when they practiced before.
Anne looked into his eyes and gently put her hand in his palm.
They had practiced this slow waltz many times. In the empty garden at night, only the two of them danced in silence. On the soft grass, the two figures hugging each other intimately were reflected. Time became infinitely slow, as if they could lean against each other like this forever.
With the beautiful violin song in her ears and the most sincere lover in her life in her arms, was there a better night than this? No.
However, Shylock soon let her know that it could be even better.
The last note disappeared, and Anne was still leaning against Shylock. This night was really beautiful. Today was Watson and Mary's wedding. Anne didn't understand why he had prepared such a surprise. And it seemed that it had been "planned for a long time".
Shylock put his hands around her waist and hugged her gently. He lowered his head and rubbed his cheek on the top of her head. Then he moved down and pressed his lips intimately against Anne's ear.
He was so close, so when he suddenly swallowed nervously, Anne heard it clearly.
She moved and wanted to get out of his arms, but Shylock pressed his big palm on her waist and didn't let her move.
"What's wrong?" Anne gently stroked his back to comfort him.
"Anne … …" His unsteady voice was close to her ear.
"Yes?"
"Do you like it?"
At this moment, he was like a child trying to please her. He gave her the carefully prepared gift and nervously waited for her praise.
Anne smiled gently and hugged him tightly to let him feel her joy. "Of course, Shylock, I like it very much."
She couldn't see his expression, but Anne could feel that his tense body was slightly relaxed.
"Now," his voice was as deep as water, "I want to tell you something very, very important."
"Okay." Anne nodded gently in his arms.
His nerves were tense again, and he hugged her closer to his arms. His slightly messy breath was hot on the skin of her neck. Anne was infected by his emotions and inexplicably became nervous. Their rapid breaths intertwined with each other.
Behind them, there was the sound of a fountain.
He moved his head slightly, which allowed Anne to finally see the expression on his face.
But in fact, there was no expression on his face. Only his eyes that were staring at her seemed to reflect the lights of the entire city, which were shockingly bright.
Anne was slightly stunned by his stare.
Then, he lowered his voice and whispered, as though he was being very careful, "I'm sorry, but I'm sorry.
"… … Will you marry me?"
Will you marry me?
Anne repeated those words in her heart, but she still couldn't come back to her senses.
Was he proposing to her?
Anne closed her eyes and opened them again. His slightly pale face was still in front of her.
He had really proposed to her …
But … he was Sherlock Holmes! The Sherlock Holmes who said expressionlessly, "Marriage is two people who are living together going to a church to have a party, take a vacation, and then continue living together" …
"Oh, Mrs. Hudson!" Shylock suddenly complained impatiently.
Anne didn't realize that she had clearly expressed her thoughts in extreme shock.
"So," Shylock's hands moved from her waist to both sides of her face. His wide palms fixed her small golden head, not letting her move at all, as if this could force her to immediately think about this important question, "Do you want to go to a church with me to have a party, take a vacation again, and then continue our cohabitation life?"
"You, wait a minute!"
Anne suddenly put her hand on his chest and separated him from her by an arm's length. She desperately needed to calm down, but as long as he was in front of her, she could never calm down.
Shylock looked at her actions with dissatisfaction. In Mr. Holmes's imagination, she should immediately be moved and excited to agree. What was the situation now?
But Anne couldn't see anything at all now. She only felt that the frequency of her heart kept rising, and the violent trembling almost made her heart ache.
"You … … Why?" Anne tried to clear her thoughts, but when she opened her mouth, she was still incoherent. "Why are you doing this? Don't you want to get married? "
This was too tactful. Anne originally wanted to say, "Don't you always think that marriage is a meaningless human activity? … … Why did you change your mind now? " Was it because she was just an ordinary person, and he knew that she needed this, so he compromised …
"Anne!" Shylock sternly interrupted her. Anne's expression had been in a daze since the beginning, and now she was awakened by him.
"Stop your stupid thoughts." Shylock said in a low voice, "If you ask me why I changed my mind? It's only because you changed me. No compromise, no accommodation. I'm willing to do this. I want to marry you. I've never made any vows in my life, but these vows have been in my heart for a long time. They don't need any witnesses, because to me, using the rest of my life to protect you is not only an oath, but also a gift. "
"So, Anne De Boer." He took out a small velvet box from his pocket and slowly opened it in front of her eyes. "Now tell me, are you willing to marry me?"
Anne only felt that her chest was so full that it was about to burst, but she couldn't say a word.
The pure white moon hung above her head, and this cold light seemed to have a temperature, covering her body, making her feel hot.
Anne looked up at Shylock. He was standing under the moonlight, and his soft curly hair cast a slight shadow on his forehead. His chiseled cheeks were still so beautiful.
He waited for her patiently, which was rare for him.
He was Shylock. The person she loved the most in the world, the only person she loved.
Anne looked at him, and finally, slowly, gently smiled.
Have you ever loved someone with all your strength like this? If you have, you will know that even if you just look at him normally, you can't stop smiling.
For Anne, Shylock was this person.
She didn't expect such pure love to really exist.
She didn't expect that she could really meet it.
They could really meet.
Yes, Shylock, of course I'm willing to marry you. There was no doubt.
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