Recently, Annie had been spending more time at school than before.
Sometimes, even if there was no class in the afternoon, she would draw in the classroom for half a day. She had only completed half of the work for the "Senna Prize".
She couldn't concentrate in the apartment.
So she stayed at school to draw.
She was really anxious.
This was a gift she had prepared for Shylock.
She had wanted to win the "Senna Prize" and put them in the beautiful hall of the Tate Gallery as a surprise for him.
But she was worried that it would be too late. She had to finish them in advance.
However, at a certain moment, Anne suddenly felt that all of this was not important.
It was just a gift. It could not change anything. Her obsession with it was ridiculous and meaningless.
And those awards that she worked hard to win, they were just like him. In the end,
They could only be left here.
In this world.
In this 21st century world, she only had one thing she wanted to take away.
At a certain moment, many moments.
She wanted to selfishly ask if he could, could he...
If she was thinking about staying in this world for him.
Could he also think about it for a moment?
For her.
To leave here.
But she couldn't say it. Her Shylock.
This was the man she loved the most. She just wanted to satisfy all of his requests. She just wanted him to be happy. How could she ask him to give up everything and go with her?
No matter how chaotic and anxious she was, Anne only left these emotions outside. In Baker Street, she was the calm Anne, and she never missed dinner. She always remembered what Shylock had said.
Anne was afraid of the cold. She wrapped a thick blue scarf around her neck, wore a thick woolen glove on one hand, and exposed the other hand to the cold air.
When she came out of the school and reached the school gate, Anne was stopped by Dean Ward, who suddenly appeared.
"I heard from your tutor that you gave up your master's application at the Royal Academy of Arts?" Dean Ward sounded a little anxious.
Anne pulled down the scarf, revealing half of her face.
"Hello, Dean." She greeted calmly.
The lanky boy stood in front of her and asked stubbornly, "Why?"
Anne looked up at him and said in a low voice, "This is my business, Dean."
"Is it because of me?" Dean was also in the Royal Academy of Arts. "If it is, I can guarantee …"
"Dean," Anne interrupted him. "Thank you for your concern, but as I said, this is my business. It has nothing to do with you."
Anne's voice was very soft. In fact, her entire person gave off a very light and delicate feeling. She had a thin body, fair cheeks, and fragile golden hair.
But when she used such a soft voice to make a decision, it made people feel the unchangeable determination and strength in her voice.
Anne pursed her lips tightly and said in the same calm voice, "I'm sorry, I have to go. Goodbye."
After saying that, she turned around without giving the other party a chance to speak again.
After walking for a few dozen meters, a familiar black coat floated lightly to her side.
Anne had noticed him just now. Mr. Holmes's lanky figure was very eye-catching no matter where he stood.
The shady road next to the school was far away from the cars and crowds. Occasionally, students would pass by, but it didn't seem noisy. Instead, it seemed quieter.
Shylock had been waiting at the school gate before Dean appeared. He wasn't in a hurry to go up. He stood at a distance and looked at Anne's calm, fair side profile.
When she talked to people, there was a habitual smile on her face, but her eyes were calm and distant. It wasn't like when she was talking to him. In the depths of her beautiful light green eyes, there was a gentle smile that made people's hearts flutter.
Shylock thought that it was probably this kind of smile that could melt the ice and barriers in people's hearts bit by bit.
He skillfully pulled her bare hand over and put it into his coat pocket.
His warm palms wrapped around her like a thick and reliable quilt.
Anne smiled and turned to look at him.
They were wearing the same blue scarf. Shylock wrapped it around his neck casually, looking lazy and elegant. Anne, on the other hand, wrapped it around herself a few times. Almost her entire face was covered, only revealing a pair of eyes that curved beautifully when she smiled.
"Why don't you want to apply for the master's program?" Shylock asked in a deep voice after walking for a while.
Anne replied with an "Mm." Looking at the road ahead, she said softly, "I just don't want to study anymore."
Shylock fell silent as if he was thinking about something.
Anne thought that he was going to say something to dissuade her, but unexpectedly, he suddenly said happily, "I'm hungry. Let's go for Chinese food."
Anne was speechless.
He looked at her with his clear eyes and seemed to be in a good mood.
How could Anne refuse him? She nodded gently and said, "Okay."
Shylock smiled. He suddenly reached out his hands from his coat pockets and held her face. Then he leaned over and quickly kissed her on the lips.
"Very good, Anne!" His thumb was still gently pressing against the corner of her lips. His voice was as light as flowing water.
Anne didn't know what he meant by good, but her mood did improve because of the kiss.
When they reached Baker Street, Anne's phone suddenly rang in her pocket.
The screen showed Mrs. Hudson's number, but the caller was the Doctor Who.
As the new tenant of 221B, this doctor was as mysterious as his name suggested. Anne rarely saw him in the apartment. Occasionally, he would suddenly appear and find fish and custard in the fridge. After eating to his heart's content, he would disappear again.
From afar, Shylock could hear the suspicious doctor complaining that the fish he hid in the fridge had been stolen by a greedy "cat."
Mr. Holmes snorted in disdain. Shameful! How dare he complain about me!
Anne turned her head and glanced at Shylock. The latter coughed guiltily.
"Okay, I got it." Anne nodded. "I'll go to Marylebone Road on my way back and then …"
Before Anne could finish, the phone was snatched away by Shylock.
Mr. Holmes's cold and arrogant aura was at its peak. He proudly said to the receiver, "I'm sorry to inform you, but if you want to eat fish, you have to buy it yourself. Anne is very busy. She has to eat with me! Goodbye! "
Anne stood next to him and listened to him while holding back her laughter. Then, she opened her palm and extended it in front of him.
Shylock pretended not to understand what she meant. He confidently put the phone in his pocket and reached out to grab her hand that was asking for the phone.
"… Shylock."
Anne was led forward by him and softly called his name.
"Mhmm."
Shylock turned his head and looked at her.
In the slightly darkened twilight, his chiseled side profile was so fair and beautiful.
Anne looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and slowly shook her head.
When they finally reached the Chinese restaurant at the end of Baker Street, Shylock suddenly stopped and frowned as he looked in one direction.
Anne also followed his gaze and saw a tall and thin figure standing not far away.
It was the Doctor Who that Shylock asked to buy fish on the phone.
Seeing that they had noticed him, the doctor smiled brightly and waved his hand.
Thus, Shylock and Anne's dinner changed from two to three.
Shylock and the Doctor Who, the two highly intelligent geniuses, spent the meal in a battle of words.
Anne's eyebrows curved slightly as she listened.
When their topic diverged to all kinds of advanced chemistry experiments and then mysteriously turned to computer hacking, Anne could not understand at all.
She raised her head and looked out of the window.
There was a camphor tree in front of the restaurant. This kind of tree was evergreen all year round and did not lose its color even in the cold winter.
In fact, this Doctor Who and Shylock had a lot in common. For example, they were both geniuses, but sometimes they were very childish. When they were excited, they would be unusually neurotic, and they would speak faster. Also, their faces were very long …
Of course, they were also pure and kind. After experiencing all kinds of darkness, witnessing all kinds of ugliness, and suffering heavy pain, they still retained the most pure and kind heart.
They were both bright people.
The difference was that the Doctor Who did not lack the emotions of an ordinary person like Shylock, and he did not have social problems. After all, according to the doctor's 11 rebirths, he had lived for more than a thousand years.
Anne had seen a comment about the Doctor Who on a forum in her previous life. It was very accurate. His young body was an old soul, and it hid the entire history and experience of the vast universe.
However, this comment was not to be known by the arrogant Mr. Holmes.
After Anne confirmed the identity of the Doctor Who, she did not say anything else. She just treated him as an ordinary tenant of 221B.
On the first day that the doctor appeared at Baker Street, he said that his time machine was broken.
Was it fixed now? When was it fixed? Anne did not ask these questions.
Moreover, she also had a lot of questions about the sudden appearance of the Doctor Who. Although she did not watch much of this British TV series, Anne remembered that every Doctor Who explored different spaces in the universe, punishing evil and promoting good, and saving various civilizations. Because of the time machine, the doctor almost never went to places that did not have big events.
Anne did not know why the Doctor Who was willing to stay and help a small human like her go home.
And the familiar and strange back she saw that day …
Even if the Doctor Who stood in front of her and said, "You look like you have a lot of questions, Anne."
She was silent for a long time, but still did not ask anything.
Anne just suddenly remembered the question that Mcauliffe had asked her.
"If one day you could go home, what would you choose?"
This question that Shylock had prevented her from answering was unavoidable in front of her again. And it was crueler than three years ago, because it was no longer just an illusory hypothesis.
It was almost Christmas! Anne turned her gaze back. Shylock immediately noticed and turned to look at her.
Anne smiled slowly.
It was her and Shylock's Christmas. Let her be selfish for a few more days.
…
After the meal, the staff gave them a plate of fortune cookies as usual at the checkout.
Anne glanced at it and sat still. She had a very deep impression of this little snack.
The Doctor, on the other hand, casually picked one up and held it in front of his eyes. He looked at it with great interest, then reached out his hand and handed it to Annie.
"For you," the doctor said with a smile.
Anne was stunned for a moment and looked up at him.
The doctor's smile did not diminish and he pouted at her.
This action looked a little childish, but at a certain moment, Anne looked into the doctor's eyes and really felt that his vast and deep eyes contained the entire universe. His calm smile was a kind of wisdom and encouragement from an elder.
Anne hesitantly reached out and took it. She gently opened it and took out the small note.
It was still a short sentence:
"Don't be afraid. This time, the god of luck is on your side."
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