The Doctor Who said,
In order to thank Anne for the 10 pounds, he gave her a wish.
Anne paused for a moment, then asked with a smile, "Are you Santa Claus?"
The doctor reached out to adjust his bow tie and said happily, "Sometimes I don't mind making a cameo appearance as this fat old man with a big beard."
Anne thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "If possible, after Christmas. After Christmas, I'll 'make a wish'."
The doctor looked at her quietly,
He nodded in agreement.
This year's Christmas..,
Anne was invited to Shylock's parents' house for the holiday. Shylock also invited Watson and Mary,
This made Anne's nervous mood somewhat relieved.
Holmes and his wife lived on the outskirts of Moshton Marsh,
They set off on the morning before Christmas.
Anne was quieter than usual when she was nervous. She hardly said anything along the way.
Shylock drove,
Watson sat in the front passenger seat, while Anne and Mary sat in the back seat. After Mary was tired, Anne let her lie down on her lap.
The atmosphere in the car was a little strange, because after Anne and Shylock had just reconciled, Watson and Mary unexpectedly took over, continuing the "Cold War".
The period before Christmas seemed to be destined to be "eventful".
The cause of the matter was a man named Magnusson. The case Shylock had taken over was about this man.
And now Magnusson was dead,
The murderer was actually Mary.
Of course, only Shylock knew about this. Oh,
And Watson. Now, Anne was also involved.
Shylock told Anne,
Mary used to be a government agent,
Her current identity was fake from head to toe.
Anne could hardly believe it, because Mary was so gentle and considerate. Apart from the boldness in her personality, Annie had never seen anything out of the ordinary in her.
But Shylock never made mistakes. Since he believed that Mary was a government agent, then she must be.
After the initial surprise, Anne's attitude towards Mary did not change at all. She could feel Mary's kindness and sincerity. Anne believed that Shylock and Watson were the same.
Anne only hoped that her friends and lover were fine. Nothing else was important.
She reached out a hand and gently placed it on Mary's bulging belly.
"It's a girl." Mary said with a chuckle.
Anne also smiled. "I like girls."
This was truly a miraculous thing. You could feel that there was a young life beating powerfully under your palm.
"… I really wish I could see her being born," Annie muttered softly in a daze.
"What?" Mary asked.
"Nothing." Anne shook her head. "I believe she will be a strong and beautiful girl."
Mary said, "I hope she can be as gentle as you."
Anne smiled and looked up. In the rearview mirror in front of her, she met a pair of quiet and scrutinizing eyes.
The smile on Anne's face became softer. After a few seconds, she saw that the eyes in the mirror also slightly curved into a beautiful arc.
The car drove for two hours. The straight road stretched along the fields on both sides. Mary had fallen asleep on Anne's lap.
Finally, a large flat grassland appeared in sight. In the middle of the grassland was a lovely red house. There was only one house for a few miles, as if it was isolated from the rest of the world.
Anne liked this place at first sight.
The endless grassland, the blurry mountain at the end of the sky, and the lush woods... such a beautiful village that made people feel relaxed and happy. It had been a long time!
The weather was cold and gloomy, but the fireplace in the house was burning warmly.
Old Holmes and his wife received them with unusual enthusiasm, especially Anne, who received double the enthusiasm and care from the host.
When Shylock and Anne entered the house, they saw that Mcauliffe was already sitting in the living room. Shylock immediately saw that his dear brother had just arrived, because there was no expression of pain or struggle on his face.
Old Holmes and his wife were very friendly people, much easier to get along with than Shylock and Mcauliffe.
Mrs. Holmes prepared a sumptuous Christmas dinner, and everyone was very happy. Anne believed that even Mcauliffe, who claimed to hate Christmas, was very happy.
After dinner, Shylock played the violin for everyone.
Of course, he didn't bring the famous violin made by Stradivarius on Baker Street. Mrs. Holmes took out a very old violin case and told them that this was Shylock's first violin.
He used this old violin to stand under the twinkling Christmas lights and play the beautiful music for them.
During the two years that Shylock was away, Anne painted the oil paintings for him, and most of them were of him playing the violin. He stood straight, his slightly bent arms, and his beautiful fingers dancing freely on the strings. His eyes were slightly lowered, his lips were slightly pursed, and the bow moved skillfully and gracefully on the strings...
The warm fire still carried the aroma of cream pudding, and everyone's faces were filled with warm and peaceful smiles.
There was a piano in the corner of the living room. When Shylock played a familiar Christmas song again, Anne's piano voice slowly joined in.
Shylock liked to listen to Anne play the piano, just as Anne liked his violin, but they had never played together before. This was the first time.
It was like a natural tacit understanding. They didn't need any run-in, and they cooperated perfectly with each other. They were like two streams that converged and merged, flowing through every mountain stream and crevice, jumping and colliding with the clearest and most moving notes.
When they finally stopped, Shylock had already walked to her piano and looked at her with the pair of deep eyes that she liked the most. The depths of his eyes were surging with such intense emotions. Anne thought that she must be the same.
The cheerful applause interrupted their gaze. Anne turned around and saw that Holmes and his wife, Watson and his wife were all smiling. Even Mcauliffe clapped twice reservedly.
At night, Anne and Shylock slept in his original room.
Anne liked it here. Although Shylock hadn't been back for a long time, there was no doubt that there was too much time that belonged to him here.
Anne fell on the bed. The clean sheets and pillows were filled with the smell of the sun and grass.
The door was gently knocked twice. Mrs. Holmes pushed the door in and brought her a cup of hot tea.
Anne sat up from the bed and took the teacup.
"Oh, dear," Mrs. Holmes said, "you must not know how happy I was when I heard that Shylock was engaged, especially when he found a good girl like you."
The smile on Mrs. Holmes's face was too gentle and kind. For a moment, it almost overlapped with a face hidden deep in Anne's heart. She didn't know what to say and could only smile.
Mrs. Holmes said a few more words, then told her to rest well and turned to the door.
Anne suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, "Mrs. Holmes, do you have a picture of Shylock when he was a child?"
A few minutes later, Anne finally got her wish and saw the footprints of Detective Sherlock Holmes when he was growing up.
Little Shylock, with his curly hair and smiling obediently at the camera, was simply too cute. He was only about three or four years old at that time.
When he was a little older, Shylock, wearing red breeches, a little pirate hat, and holding a wooden sword, looked spirited and adorable.
Mrs. Holmes was very beautiful when she was young, and Mr. Holmes was also tall and handsome. Shylock very cleverly inherited all the advantages of his parents.
To Anne's surprise, Mr. Government of Great Britain, who always wore a three-piece suit and was elegant and calm, was actually a little fatty when he was young. And it seemed that he had a special fondness for sweets. Many of the pictures were of him and the dessert in his hand.
In addition, there were pictures of Shylock playing on Mcauliffe's back. It was obvious that they were very close when they were young, and for some reason, both of them became more and more arrogant as they grew up.
When Shylock pushed the door open and entered, he saw Anne sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a thick old photo album and looking at it with great interest.
Shylock walked over and reached out to her, wanting to pull her up.
Anne put her hand in his palm, but refused to get up. She looked up at him with a warm smile in the depths of her eyes.
"You were so cute when you were young, Shylock," she said. "And you looked much more obedient than you do now."
In the end, Mr. Holmes gave in and sat down, leaning against her shoulder.
Annie looked at his face carefully, then leaned forward and kissed him gently on his eyes.
"You're very cute now," she said.
Shylock found that she had been kissing different parts of his face in the past few days. Last time it was his cheek, and now it was his forehead, brow bone, chin, neck, lips …
"Are there any other pictures?" Anne pulled his hand and asked.
Shylock glanced in the direction of the desk.
Anne immediately jumped up and went to look for it herself.
So she saw Sherlock Holmes when he was a student again.
Shylock in his youth was handsome and youthful. His serious and tense expression was less arrogant than it was now, and his clear gray eyes looked a little confused and gloomy.
Sherlock Holmes in that period rarely smiled.
There was a picture of him wearing a bachelor's suit. The black hat was pressed down on his curly hair, and a light circle of curly hair was pressed down, slightly covering his eyelids. He was really young and beautiful at that time. There were a few classmates around him who were laughing heartily. Only he stood quietly, without a smile on his face.
He had never had any friends before Watson. With his eccentric and arrogant personality, he must have been very lonely.
Donovan and many of the police officers at Scotland Yard called him a "freak." When he was in school, did his classmates call him that too? He always acted like he didn't care now, but at that time, his young heart wasn't as strong as it was now. Was he sad and troubled by it?
Anne's fingers gently stroked his youthful face.
"If only I could have known you earlier," Anne whispered.
Shylock's fingers trembled slightly, but he thought for a few seconds and said very calmly, "I'm nine years older than you. If you want to know me in college … Sorry, you were still underage at that time. I'm afraid you couldn't do anything."
Why did the atmosphere develop in a strange direction when he spoke?
The sadness in Annie's heart was successfully diverted by him.
"We can be friends even if we're underage, Mr. Holmes. What else do you want to do? "
"I want to?" Shylock repeated meaningfully. He raised his eyebrows and stood up from the ground.
Anne watched him walk toward the desk. He was smiling, and the corners of his eyes curved into charming smile lines.
Shylock walked up to her and leaned over to kiss her without any hesitation. The first kiss was so forceful that both of them trembled slightly.
Then he moved to her ear and said, "I want to do this. Is that okay?"
His deep and pleasant voice was purposely lowered by a few degrees, and his warm breath brushed past her ears.
Anne's breath also became hot, and her cheeks and ears were flushed, but she didn't flinch or say anything. She just looked at him and smiled gently.
Mr. Holmes immediately read the answer on her face.
All the emotions that were too strong to be expressed in words melted into an intimate, long, and passionate kiss. There were too many. The reluctance, the thick love, the wanting to get closer, deeper, and harder …
Do you feel it? My whole body is telling you my feelings.
But it's not enough. Two souls have to break out of the body, get close to each other, touch, and entangle with each other without any hindrance …
In the end, they have to deeply engrave each other in the deepest part of each other's soul. Pain, happiness, despair … Break, mix, and then pour into one, never to be separated again …
…
When Anne woke up from a haze, she saw Shylock lying beside her, gently kissing her fingers.
Then his eyes moved up and fell on the scar above her elbow all the way to her right shoulder.
His excessive enthusiasm just now made Anne almost forget these marks on her body for a moment. Now that she remembered them again, she subconsciously hid under the quilt — this was another reason why she didn't want to move back to his bedroom.
Her dodging action made Shylock's clear eyes tremble violently, as if he was the one who was frightened.
Anne stopped.
He was still afraid and guilty.
Anne smiled and touched his cheek comfortingly. She said with a smile, "Do you want to kiss them?"
Shylock raised his head and looked at her deeply. "Can I?" He was solemn, as if he was applying for some honor for himself.
Anne nodded. "Of course."
When his hand touched the scars, it was Anne's turn to tremble slightly.
A few minutes later, Anne reminded him with a somewhat unsteady breath. "Your current behavior is beyond the scope of the application, Mr. Holmes. Please stop immediately. "
"Sorry, Officer," Detective Holmes replied bossily. "The enemy is now deep in the heart of the country. You can only choose to surrender or die in battle. Allow me to remind you to be careful. Although, no matter which choice you choose, your ending will be very — "Mr. Holmes paused and said happily," — tragic. "
The result proved that Detective Holmes was always a man of his words. Officer Anne's ending was really tragic …
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