Mrs. Hudson simply cleaned up and prepared to go out.

Since she is no longer in debt, her quality of life has improved a lot, and even after deducting the targeted donations from the front line and the monthly medical expenses, there is still a lot of savings.

It made her feel more relaxed.

Once the burden of life is unloaded, those long-suppressed girlish feelings gradually have some budding tendencies.

She's been smiling from time to time lately.

Or inexplicably want to hum some tunes.

Even when I wake up in the early hours of the morning to make breakfast, I don't feel tired.

As a woman who is about to turn 20, of course she knows what this means, but she never expects extravagantly, just alone and quietly enjoys this throbbing with sweet and sour taste.

Oh, the day of love is coming up in a few days, and although the newspapers don't announce the exact time, it's certainly not far off.

So these girlish thoughts recently may all be caused by the arrival of the day of holy love, and the atmosphere set off by those boys and girls in the streets and alleys.

Even the restaurant where I work has launched a couple's course for a week.

"Maybe I should ask him to try it, there's even baked snails in the set."

She thought as she smiled as she walked to the door.

When she opened the door, the cool wind from the street blew through her earlobes, which shook her spirits, and only then did she realize that her birthday seemed to be very close to the day of holy love.

Of course, that doesn't mean anything.

Immediately, her eyes fell on the long street, passing the familiar porch and the cold sun and snow. Until he came into contact with the white skirt that bloomed like a holy flower.

She froze

For a moment, she felt like she must not have woken up yet.

Otherwise, how could he see so many people kneeling down on the long street, how could he see a carriage like a crystal carved horse drawn by a white steed coming towards him, how could a girl of extreme beauty stand up in the crowd, respectfully come to his side, and call herself softly. Saint

“.”

“.”

For the next ten minutes, everything seemed to fall silent.

The streets were deserted of pedestrians, and there were no more vehicles, and the noise that had been there for decades was erased in an instant.

Mrs. Hudson remained silent, just stood dumbfounded.

The nuns who were kneeling did not say anything, and remained silent.

Not even the horse made the slightest sound.

They seemed to have anticipated such a situation for a long time, so they were all cooperating with the luckiest and noblest girl in the world, waiting for her to recover from the shock and welcome her new life.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the stiff body finally shivered subconsciously from the cold wind, and Mrs. Hudson finally took a sharp breath, like a drowning man finally poking his head out of the water.

She staggered back, then leaned against the wall, her chest heaving violently

"Holy Maiden?"

These were the first words she said when she went out.

"Yes, Your Excellency." The only beautiful girl standing in front of her had the most sincere smile on her face: "However, according to the laws of the Holy See, you still need to tie the knot with His Highness the Holy Son, and after being blessed by the Grand Priest of the Holy Light Temple, under the witness of everyone, you can officially inherit this sacred status." ”

Speaking of this, the girl smiled whimsily: "However, if you are called like this in advance, it seems that no one will care." ”

Mrs. Hudson leaned against the wall, still staring blankly.

Fortunately, she has experienced her father's injury, the departure of her family, and the uncertainty of her brother's life and death.

And so a few more minutes passed

"Can I ask some questions?"

"Of course, you know pretty much everything." The girl replied respectfully.

"Am I really a saint? Didn't you get it wrong? ”

"Trust us, and trust yourself, the All-Knowing and Almighty Light has sealed your noble identity 20 years ago."

When Mrs. Hudson heard this, she only felt a little ridiculous, and the identity of a person was actually determined when she was ignorant and did not remember.

"I'm going to marry His Highness the Son?"

"It must be so!" The girl in front of her bloomed with a beautiful smile, as if she was sincerely happy with the girl in front of her: "But I'm sorry, it's not right now, the meeting with Your Highness will be on your birthday, under the watchful eye of all people, the eyes of the sacred men and women when they open the curtain, the eyes of the first acquaintance, it is definitely the most beautiful scene in the world." ”

"What if I refuse?"

"Refuse?" The beautiful girl in front of her hesitated for a moment, but still maintained the most meticulous respect and etiquette, and smiled knowingly: "I can understand your eagerness, the time before meeting His Highness the Holy Son is indeed difficult, but we must always respect the customs established by the Holy See, so please be."

"No, I mean," interrupted Mrs. Hudson, "I mean, what if I cut it all in, that is, I think my life is fine now, and what if I don't want to be a saint?" ”

Some snowflakes began to fall, and in this city, whether it is rain, fog, or snowflakes, it is so frequent.

On the long street, everything is so calm.

But it was like thunder.

The beautiful girl in front of her seemed to be taken aback, and opened her mouth slightly in panic, and the white horse, whose hair was so holy that it was dazzling, seemed to feel something, and snorted out of place.

The cold needs to be heated, and the heating produces more steam, and the cumulus clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, turning into larger snowflakes falling, resulting in colder temperatures, and the survival of human beings will inevitably bring about natural changes, no one knows whether this is a good thing or not, but everyone knows that the snow in London is a perfect vicious circle.

Sherlock walked through the night and the snow, and the snowflakes flew through the streetlights and landed on a cashmere coat in his hand.

The origin of this cashmere coat is complicated.

First of all, it was bought by Watson.

Because Sherlock found that he could accurately measure the landlady's body shape and every curve to within half a centimeter at a glance, but his memory, reaction, and reasoning skills could not provide him with a qualified aesthetic.

In desperation, he approached Watson and asked him to help him choose a suitable outfit.

And Watson must live up to expectations, he seems to know how to please girls easily, Sherlock once felt that Watson's type of guy must be the dream lover of countless girls, if you marry him, it will definitely be able to fill the beautiful experience of life as long as you don't push open the door that he has been locking

Oh, and the reason why I bought Mrs. Hudson a dress is because it's a sign of 'courtesy'.

"People have done so much for you, and if you don't give anything back, it means that you have accepted the other party's overtures."

This theory was put forward by a book friend who had never met in the library.

Sherlock doesn't have any friends, so these days, he can only complain to this 'friend' who barely has some intersection.

A bachelor who discusses love with someone who has never been in a relationship before.

This thing is unreliable at first hearing, but fortunately, the book friend has a fairly qualified theoretical knowledge.

So the three of them were so strange, because of a piece of clothing, the threads of each other's fate touched each other.

After another ten minutes, Sherlock finally returned to Baker Street.

He patted the snow off his shoulders, shook the not-so-cheap coat earnestly, and knocked on the landlady's door

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(End of chapter)