His Highness the Son is well versed in almost everything in this world, but he doesn't know much about love.

And Sherlock doesn't know much about love, and even he doesn't know whether the landlady's attitude towards him is a kind of repayment, or a blind favor after the hero saves the beauty.

Two extremely smart people, in front of this simple word, both seem a little confused.

It's normal, love is a thing, no matter how powerful a person is, as long as he hasn't experienced it, he is a fool.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~"

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Hudson opened the door, saw Sherlock at the door, and immediately seemed very happy, and was about to welcome the other party into the house, but suddenly froze: "What are you struggling with?" ”

"Tangled?"

"yes." Mrs. Hudson pointed to the messy footprints on the snow at the door: "It is clear that someone has been wandering around the doorway for a while, and I know some reasoning, my Mr. Detective." ”

Sherlock scratched the tip of his nose a little embarrassed, hesitated for a few seconds, and then seemed to finally make up his mind: "Actually, I just want to express my gratitude, your cooking skills are great, and I've never lived in such a clean room, uh, I mean the rent I paid, it definitely won't be so bothered by you, so."

Sherlock had snow on his shoes, and he didn't enter the house, but stood in the doorway and said.

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party.

"You can tell you've never been in love. Actually, I didn't either. Mrs. Hudson laughed, covering her mouth lightly, as if trying not to embarrass the other man: "Mr. Detective, I understand what you mean, but please don't deprive me of my courtesy to you, is that okay?" ”

"But."

"No but!" Mrs. Hudson still had a smile on her lips, and at the same time put on a very strong attitude: "I don't know what you're worried about or expecting, but I'm not going to give you rent!"

And my service to you, my overtures to you, the tidying up of your room, the breakfast I made for you, and everything I might do for you in the future, is because I want to do it.

I won't ask for anything in return, I won't intervene in your life, I won't cause you any trouble, and if one day, I don't want to do this, I'll naturally stop, but until then, I just want to be nice to you!

There's nothing special for it, it's just that it makes me happy, and it just so happens that you're worth it.

So! Enjoy me! And don't be sentimental!

Do you understand? ”

Mrs. Hudson said word by word, and at the end of her words she restrained her smile and put on a fierce look.

Sherlock was a little stunned.

Just like when he first met the other person, the girl always seemed to be able to froze herself for a few seconds.

Fortunately, he knows very well that if he beeps more at this time, then wait for bad luck.

It's much more terrible to anger your landlord than to anger a second-order clergy!

"Thank you," he replied tentatively.

"That's what it sounds like." Mrs. Hudson smiled again, and then took out a breakfast box: "Today's breakfast is oysters and pancakes, my first time making them, but it shouldn't taste bad." ”

Sherlock nodded and took the lunch box from the other's hand.

At this moment, he was alone, and suddenly had the illusion of becoming the three-flowered kitten, and thought with some concern:

If you continue like this, you won't get used to being fed. ’

"Oh, by the way, my birthday is coming, I hope you don't forget."

"Of course I won't forget!" Sherlock was glad that he had a good memory.

"Haha, don't be so nervous, I just want to warn you, on my birthday, don't prepare any gifts for me, I don't want to spend money on unnecessary things. I'll choose the cake myself, I'll prepare the ingredients, and I'll cook it myself, so all you have to do is have dinner with me that day, you know? ”

"Do as you ask, my landlord"

Sherlock got into the carriage, and Mrs. Hudson watched her tenant disappear around the corner.

Then she went back to the house, took off her apron, put on her thick winter coat, and prepared to start the day's work.

She works two jobs. One is a salesperson at a craft store who works until 2 p.m., then works as a waitress at a mid-range restaurant, and so on until about 6 p.m.

During this period, there is only half an hour to travel, and you have to finish your meal during the rush.

It's very hard, but it makes a lot of money, and the restaurant often encounters rich people who bring their girlfriends to dinner, and as long as they know a little bit of speech, they can get a lot of tips from those men.

Sometimes, she imagines that one day she will be able to enjoy the taste of being served.

Sit by the window, order some food that is not too expensive with the person you like, dress up more beautifully, and your boyfriend should put on a suit and sit opposite you like a public servant. When the waiter sees him, he will definitely leak a surprised expression, and two days later, the news of his love affair will be spread.

It's very naïve, but what girl hasn't been naïve.

Oh, by the way, these days she suddenly feels that the guy sitting across from her doesn't necessarily have to wear a suit, that is a bit too contrived, and it doesn't seem good to wear a long trench coat.

Thinking of this, she smiled inexplicably, startled herself, and quickly patted her cheek in embarrassment.

On Baker Street in the early morning, the snow has not melted, and the wind is wet and cold.

I don't know when, on this long street, a group of people dressed in white nun costumes appeared, and they were nearly a hundred people, and they were slowly moving forward.

Nun clothes are generally black base material, with some white edging on the edges, pure white nun clothes are really very rare, they bow their heads, not afraid of the cold at all, they are holding the sunflower pendant in their hands, put it on their lips, as if kissing, and seem to be muttering pious prayers, the overly white skirts flutter in the wind and snow, forming a continuous patch of dazzling streamers, and like some kind of extraordinarily holy flag flying.

In short, this dazzling long line walked through the snow and ice at an even speed, and no one knew who they were, where they came from, and where they were going.

No one dared to ask, subconsciously only dared to avoid it from afar, it seemed that on the tuft of skirts, it naturally exuded a pure, noble, and solemn meaning, as long as it was close, it was disrespectful to some great existence.

No.

Not only are they unapproachable, but even ordinary people don't deserve to keep this scene in their memories, so in the seconds after they passed, they were never looked at by anyone again, as if they had never met each other.

finally

After a long hike.

The stark white procession of 100 stopped in front of an apartment building on Baker Street.

The sound of "brush" is neat and uniform.

The people in the group knelt in unison in the snow and ice, their foreheads resting on the backs of their hands, with great fanfare, as if no one was around.

It seems to be greeting something reverently.

(End of chapter)