Anne was discharged from the hospital on the second day,
When she met the Doctor Who at the intersection of Baker Street.
He looked a little bad at that time, wearing only a shirt in the early winter of London,
And sweating profusely,
The hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and strands of it stuck together.
He borrowed 10 pounds from Anne to buy fish sticks.
When Anne really took out 10 pounds and handed it to him,
He looked at her with exaggerated surprise.
"I've already asked 13 people.
You're the first to lend it to me. "
He spoke very quickly,
A little like Shylock.
Anne smiled and said, "Then I'm the lucky fourteenth person."
She also recommended to him the fish shop that Shylock liked on Marylebone Road.
When Anne returned to the apartment,
She saw the man who had borrowed 10 pounds from her at the corner of the street five minutes ago,
He was sitting in Mrs. Hudson's kitchen, happily eating fish chips, and the wrapper on the table belonged to the fish shop on Marylebone Road. Anne believed that she was not mistaken,
Because she often bought for Shylock.
When he saw her, the doctor waved happily and greeted her. His face was full of joy at all times.
Then Mrs. Hudson told Anne,
This was the new tenant of 221B,
He had just decided to rent a room on the third floor.
Anne's light green eyes looked at the man who had magically appeared,
When she looked at someone cautiously, her sharp eyes were a little like Shylock's.
"Doctor? What Doctor? "Anne asked softly.
“Well,
The man with the fish sticks in his hand shrugged,
And said, "Just
the
Doctor。 (is the doctor) "
The
Doctor？
Anne was stunned by this familiar title.
She actually didn't watch much of the British TV series "Doctor Who",
It was just that during her illness in her previous life,
One of the patients was "Whovian" (the collective name for Doctor Who's fans),
She had watched a few episodes. There were many things that she could not remember clearly, but at least she remembered that the Doctor Who was a time traveler. He could travel through time and space …
"Your …" Anne couldn't remember the name, so she said, "Where's your 'police station'?"
When she asked this question, Anne's tone carried a trace of imperceptible caution. She couldn't even tell whether she wanted to hear a positive answer or a negative one …
"Oh, you mean the TARDIS." The doctor did not seem surprised that Anne knew about this. "It was broken when I came here."
The TARDIS was the Doctor Who's time machine. The doctor drove it to travel freely between different spaces. However, the TARDIS was not a spaceship commonly seen in sci-fi movies. Its exterior was a blue police station from the 1950s.
Anne felt her heart tremble violently in her chest.
It was actually true … Did that mean that she could …
For a moment, Anne couldn't even tell whether she was more happy or conflicted.
Shylock must not have known that when she stood in front of that abandoned building and said those words to him, the sour and tumultuous emotions under her calm expression …
Everything that she had experienced in the past added up was not as frightening as the thought of leaving him.
Did he really understand what she was saying? …
.
Anne didn't know that when she was injured and hospitalized, a special client came to Baker Street and brought Shylock an interesting case.
In order to solve the case, Detective Holmes started to eat irregularly again to match his habit of thinking. His long-term bad habit finally received a warning from his body.
It was Mrs. Hudson who first noticed his stomach ache because he didn't get up to prepare breakfast that morning.
Yes, you didn't see wrong. It was Shylock who prepared breakfast.
It was the third day he returned to Baker Street, and also the third day after Anne started her cold war with him. Mr. Holmes actually prepared breakfast.
At first, when Watson had suggested this method of making peace to him, he had, unsurprisingly, received a round of Sherlock Holmes cynicism.
But that afternoon, after mocking others, a certain detective searched for all the ways to cook breakfast on the Internet. The next morning, when Anne came back from her morning run, there was a perfect English breakfast on the table.
There was no doubt that Detective Holmes, who had the strongest brain and pursued perfection, had to make a perfect snowman. Naturally, the breakfast he cooked himself was of textbook quality. Besides the classic English breakfast, there were also American, French, and Italian breakfasts …
Mr. Holmes probably never thought that in order to keep the fancy breakfast every day, Anne really didn't want to forgive him …
Shylock had been like this for a week, so Mrs. Hudson was surprised when she didn't see him in the kitchen today.
The landlady knocked on the door and found Shylock curled up on the bed. He was short of breath, sweating profusely, and his hair was a mess. When he looked up and saw her, he immediately lost his temper.
Mrs. Hudson, who was kicked out, immediately called Anne and asked her to come back quickly.
Shylock rarely got sick, but when he got sick, he was like a six or seven-year-old child, and became more willful and bad-tempered.
Anne had only left the apartment for ten minutes when she received a call from Mrs. Hudson. She immediately ran back in a panic.
When she came to Shylock's bedroom, she saw that he was pressing his abdomen tightly. His whole body was bent like a bow, and his white cheeks were even paler than before.
"Shylock!"
Anne was shocked. She squatted beside his bed and touched his forehead. There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
Shylock immediately rubbed his forehead against Anne's palm pitifully. He didn't have the strong arrogance that he had when he was angry with the landlady.
He was so uncomfortable that his whole body trembled. Anne knew his endurance very well. If it wasn't for the extreme pain, he wouldn't have stayed in bed, let alone endured to let everyone see his weakness.
But he refused to go to the hospital and stubbornly refused to compromise. Anne had to call Watson.
After Dr. Watson came, he prescribed medicine for him. Anne cooked some hot porridge and fed it to him. After a long morning, he finally felt better.
The bedroom was quiet again. Shylock leaned against the headboard tiredly. His sweat-drenched curly hair drooped listlessly over his eyebrows. When Anne brought the spoon to his mouth, he obediently opened his mouth and ate it.
His gaze was fixed on Anne's face, but Anne didn't look at him at all. He kept looking at her with a look of compromise and weakness.
Anne felt that she couldn't take it anymore.
After finishing the bowl of porridge, Anne helped him pull up the quilt and whispered, "Rest for a while."
Shylock looked at her and blinked. He immediately said, "I can't sleep if you're angry with me."
Anne desperately suppressed her softness and said coldly, "You're sick not only because you can't sleep well, but also because you don't eat well."
Shylock looked at her and felt that he had a good reason.
"I have to think about the case," he said.
"Is the case more important or your stomach?"
Shylock's shallow pupils moved in his eyes. Obviously, he wanted to say that the case was more important, but his intuition told him that Anne would be angry. In the end, he just pursed his lips and looked at her without saying anything. His long eyelashes suddenly fluttered. Anne actually felt that his expression at that moment was a little pitiful …
Pitiful? Sherlock Holmes?
Mr. Holmes had always been skilled at making her soften her heart.
Besides, Anne was already very guilty.
She had always known that Shylock's eating habits were very bad. His strange habits made him never eat when he was thinking. Sometimes, when he encountered a complicated case, he would not eat for several meals in a row.
Anne must have been very worried. In the beginning, she had mentioned it a few times, but Shylock was very determined to resist and showed obvious displeasure at her interference. In the end, Anne compromised. She didn't want her appearance to make him change something he didn't like.
But it turned out that she had made a very wrong decision.
What did he like or dislike? He was simply a willful brat. She needed to use strong means to change all his bad habits.
Anne was unmoved by his careful flattery. She said coldly, "If you insist on not eating when you are thinking, then you can only bear with the stomach pain when it acts up. I can't help you."
She wanted to turn and leave after she finished speaking.
The patient on the bed groaned in pain at the right time.
Anne stopped. She couldn't be so cruel to him. Shylock knew this best.
Anne turned back in frustration, but she didn't walk over. Instead, she stood a few steps away and looked at him seriously.
"Shylock, if you don't promise me to change this bad habit, I will not forgive you! I'm serious! You know … "Anne's eyes were hot. She paused for a few seconds before she continued," You know that you will make the people who care about you very sad. "
The bedroom fell into silence.
Shylock didn't respond for a long time. Anne knew how stubborn he was. Just when she thought that any threat wouldn't work on him, Shylock nodded.
"Okay, I promise you." His voice was low, and it was a bit hoarse because of his illness, which made people's hearts numb.
Anne looked at him in a daze. He promised …
Shylock also looked at her. "I promise you to change this bad habit. Then … Do you forgive me?"
Anne knew that his "forgiveness" didn't just refer to his illness.
Of course, she forgave him. She had said that she would forgive him at any time, no matter what. She had forgiven him from the moment he followed her back to Baker Street.
Shylock waited for a long time and finally saw her walking over slowly.
Anne squatted down by the bed and kissed his cheek gently.
"You know, Shylock," she said in a low voice. "You know I'll definitely forgive you …"
In the dim light, Mr. Holmes couldn't help laughing while enduring the pain of his stomach …
.
Although Anne forgave Shylock, she didn't move back to the bedroom on the second floor immediately. She still insisted on living in her small studio.
Anne thought that Shylock would definitely lose his temper, but he didn't. He just frowned and looked at her for a few seconds before nodding.
Anne didn't know if she should be happy or disappointed that he agreed so readily.
But at night, Anne knew the reason.
Anne hadn't been sleeping well for the past few days because of Doctor Who. Although she tried her best to hide it, Anne wasn't sure if she could really fool Shylock.
A lamp was left on the bedside table, bathing the silent room in a warm yellow glow. Anne was sleepy. When she gently turned over, she seemed to have accidentally bumped into something.
The wall was behind her, so what did she bump into in front of her?
Annie opened her eyes and saw a tall and blurry figure curled up by the bed, feeling wronged.
Her bed was small, and almost half of his body was hanging out of the bed. As if he was afraid of disturbing her sleep, he tried his best not to touch her.
Seeing that she was awake, he blinked and looked at her in the dark. "Did I wake you up?"
Anne didn't say anything.
After a while, she sighed silently and stepped back. She pulled the blanket away and said in a low voice, "Come here, Shylock."
Mr. Holmes's eyes flashed, and he swooped her up in his arms, and, in a rare moment of thoughtfulness, covered her with the quilt.
"Just this once," Anne said softly in his arms. "You have to sleep in your own room tomorrow."
"Why? You said you forgave me! "The detective finally expressed his dissatisfaction.
Anne didn't say anything.
"I can't sleep alone." He started to act childishly again.
…
"I know. You can't sleep either."
…
After a long while, Anne kissed his neck. "Sleep, Shylock."
Yes, Shylock, I can't sleep either. But we have to get used to it slowly …
.
The next day, Anne woke up very early, and Shylock was still sleeping soundly.
Anne carefully moved his arm away from her waist. He murmured, and his thin lips moved cutely.
Sherlock Holmes looked so soft and delicious. Anne leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
He woke up, but he didn't open his eyes. He curled his lips with his eyes closed.
His curly hair was messy from his sleep. He didn't say anything and tapped his lips.
Anne chuckled and kissed him gently on the lips as he asked.
Mr. Holmes looked contented. He stirred a little under the covers and put his arms around her again.
Anne looked at the time. It was still early, so she let him hug her for a while. When he fell asleep again, she carefully moved out of his arms. She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and went out for a morning run.
There were very few people on the road in the cold winter morning. When Anne returned to Baker Street, she was about to open the door when she suddenly saw an unusually familiar figure at the corner.
It was a woman's back.
Anne was stunned. Her heart pounded violently, but she couldn't remember where she had seen that figure before. She just had a strong and strange feeling in her heart.
She immediately chased after her without hesitation. The figure turned the corner, and long blond hair flashed in front of her eyes.
Anne rushed over. The quiet street in the early morning lay in front of her. There were only a few people walking by, but that familiar figure was completely gone.
Anne stood there in a daze for a long time. Many thoughts flashed through her mind at the same time, but it also seemed to be blank.
A hand patted her shoulder from behind.
Anne turned around.
"What are you doing here?"
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