Mr. Shen Congwen said,
Life is too fragile a thing,
It is no more able to withstand the wind and rain of time than a flower.
But it was also in this love letter that Mr. Shen Congwen wrote to his lover that he also said, I have walked on the bridge of many places,
I have seen many clouds and drunk many kinds of wine, but I have only loved a person of the best age.
In my previous life,
Anne liked this writer's words very much.
If in a fragile life,
We are also lucky to meet a person of the best age,
To fall in love with this person of the best age, then the most beautiful sentence is probably —
Let's get married.
Not in the future,
Not as a task that must be completed in advance, but now, immediately, as long as you say it,
I'll agree immediately.
...
According to Detective Holmes's thoughts,
The next day, he wanted to drag Anne to a church,
To catch a priest,
To officiate their wedding.
It was not that he was in a hurry, but that he could not wait.
This was a very magical feeling,
As if he could not wait for a second. Shylock was even extremely puzzled by his proposal a few months ago — at that time, he had actually waited so long,
Instead of immediately dragging Anne, who had nodded and agreed, to the church,
It was simply incomprehensible.
But Detective Holmes's excitement was quickly extinguished by a phone call from his mother.
Mrs. Holmes, who was far away in the countryside, said solemnly,
She and Mr. Holmes had to attend Shylock and Anne's wedding. Otherwise, Shylock would never be able to come home for Christmas. But Anne could.
God knew that in the eyes of the old Holmes couple, this was probably the only wedding of a child of the Holmes family that they had the chance to attend. No matter what, they could not miss it. As for the other member of the Holmes family, the two old people directly ignored him.
Shylock, who was lectured by his mother, hung up the phone angrily and immediately called a certain Government of Great Britain.
"You actually complained to Mommy, Mcauliffe. Is your age inversely proportional to your weight? "
On the other end of the phone, the Government of Great Britain replied unhurriedly, "You should thank me, dear brother. Otherwise, you can try to get married without your mother's knowledge. She'll definitely bring this matter to the dinner table every Christmas and complain until you'd rather lose your hearing."
Shylock paused for a moment. He had to admit that Mcauliffe was right.
Mr. Government of Great Britain immediately noticed the change in his mood and chuckled softly into the receiver.
are
Wele. "He was indescribably satisfied.
Detective Holmes snorted and said coldly, "I didn't invite you, so don't come …"
Anne, who was passing by, directly took the phone from his hand. She smiled and said to the Government of Great Britain on the other side, "Ignore him, Mcauliffe. You know he must want you to come …"
…
"Yes, you know that Shylock and I don't have many friends, but having you guys here is enough …" Anne chatted as she slowly walked away.
…
"… The location of the honeymoon hasn't been decided yet. Do you have any recommendations? But I'm worried that the honeymoon may be torture for Shylock. "
…
"Okay, thank you."
Shylock watched as Mcauliffe and Anne chatted idly for ten minutes. For others, ten minutes might not be much, but for his busy brother, ten minutes was enough to change the situation of the entire European Union or NATO.
Detective Holmes suddenly had a deep concern about his position in the family in the future …
In any case, Shylock and Anne's sudden decision to get married was very surprising and pleasantly surprising.
Mary was a month away from giving birth, but with her big belly, she insisted that she would accompany Anne to choose a wedding dress.
Anne quickly grabbed the strong and decisive retired agent and told her that the wedding dress had been bought.
Anne took Mary to see it. Next to the easel in the studio downstairs, there was a white wedding dress hanging quietly.
Mary recognized at a glance that it was the dress that Anne had tried on at Molisa's wedding dress shop.
"Shylock bought it?" Mary asked with a smile.
Anne nodded and smiled softly. She didn't even know when Shylock had bought it. This morning, when she opened the door of the studio, the light white rushed into her eyes.
Anne stood at the door and looked at the white for a long time.
Shylock … His huge memory palace never had a place to store those romantic ideas, but he could always do things that warmed and touched people's hearts instinctively.
How lucky she was to meet him and fall in love with him.
The wedding was finally set for two weeks later. Because everything was simple, it didn't feel too rushed.
The weather was very good that day. The afternoon sun gently shone down, warm and comfortable.
A little white church on the outskirts of London, chosen by Anne. The only guests attending the wedding were Shylock's parents and their respective friends. The wedding was simple and warm.
Although Anne lived with Shylock, she had moved from Shylock's bedroom to the studio on the first floor a few days ago. Anne and Shylock didn't care, but Mrs. Hudson was very insistent, so Anne had to do as she was told.
The night before the wedding, Anne didn't feel too nervous. She just lay in bed alone and couldn't fall asleep. She subconsciously began to recall everything that had happened since she met Shylock, and she slowly became as silent as the night.
At that moment, Anne heard the familiar sound of a violin.
Mendelssohn's E minor.
A smile immediately appeared on Annie's face.
He couldn't sleep either.
At this moment, it was as if time had turned back. It was him who had played the piano for her in the apartment at 221B in the 19th century. It was also her first night in the 21st century when he had stood in front of the living room window on the second floor and played the piano for her. It was him who had accompanied her after she had fallen ill and played the piano for her tirelessly. It was Christmas when he had stood in the snowy streets of Berk and played the piano for her. The white snowflakes falling on his hair and shoulders was the most beautiful scene in the world. It was Watson and Mary's wedding ceremony when he had played the piano for her. His eyes had always been as bright as the stars when they had looked into each other's eyes through the crowd...
He pulled her out of her loneliness and fear. He told her to live a good life here. He liked to put her hand in his pocket and pull her down every street in London. He secretly helped her make a snowman on Christmas night. He learned Chinese for her. He remembered all the things and foods she liked and hated. He made breakfast for her …
She was going to marry this man. Of course, she wasn't nervous, afraid, or uncertain. Because he was Sherlock Holmes. Her lover.
Anne was suddenly very sure that at that moment, Shylock was recalling the same things as her.
These warm memories followed Annie as she walked down the red carpet, towards the man who was waiting for her quietly at the other end of the red carpet.
Although he had already seen her in this wedding dress, Shylock was still a little absent-minded when Anne walked towards him with a smile.
Anne was right. Last night, and even until this morning, Shylock had been recalling their shared experiences. What was different was that he could read it more carefully. He could open the doors of his memory palace one by one and carefully take out every frame. Her smile, her expression, he could look at it over and over again for a long time.
The church was quiet and peaceful. Under the magnificent painted dome, the smile on her face was still as soft and peaceful as when he first saw her.
Mcauliffe stood beside Shylock and looked at the tense expression on his face. He said casually, "Relax, Shylock. You should at least smile today."
Detective Holmes raised his chin proudly. "I'm very relaxed."
Mcauliffe curled his lips and didn't say anything.
Shylock lowered his head and looked up again. He was still looking at her, but there was a smile on his face.
He patiently listened to the priest read the wedding vows that he had mocked before. Then, he calmly and firmly said, "Yes, I do."
do。”
Anne believed it. She saw Shylock's eyes turn red. When he helped her put on the ring, his fingers were even trembling slightly.
Anne looked at him with a smile. When he lowered his head, his long eyelashes gently covered his eyes. She could only see his high nose bridge, tightly pursed lips, and pale chin.
Before Anne could react, she had already leaned over and kissed him gently on his lowered eyes.
The priest and the guests at the side laughed kindly because the priest hadn't announced that the groom could kiss the bride. Oh, yes, even if it was announced, it would be the groom kissing the bride. She was really an unreserved bride.
But at this moment, Anne and Shylock didn't hear the laughter around them. They looked up at each other and saw the brightest flash in each other's eyes.
Then, he leaned over and pressed his cool lips against hers. His suppressed trembling and trembling passed to her through his fingers and kiss. All of this made Anne feel that they were like that Christmas Eve, standing face to face in the middle of the snowfield, shivering from the cold and excitement, but their hearts were so happy, warm, and satisfied …
When they came out of the church, Anne held Shylock's arm. All the newlyweds who came out of the church were like this.
Anne suddenly felt that it was very interesting. It turned out that the form of marriage was like life. One person walked, and the other person waited. If one person was willing to keep walking, and the other was willing to keep waiting, then they could walk together in the end.
The sun set bit by bit, and the sky was dyed with the afterglow.
They walked out together in such a sky with clouds and shadows.
Then, an accident happened.
The moment they stepped out of the church, they suddenly saw a five or six-year-old boy standing not far from the church's entrance. White skin, beautiful big gray-green eyes, and cute short curly hair all felt inexplicably familiar.
When the little boy saw Anne and Shylock, he immediately smiled brightly and shouted excitedly, "Mommy! Daddy! "
Anne and Shylock: "…"
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