Chapter 12: The Difficult Life of Co-habitation (3)

  Ludwig hastily finished his last few bites of bread and walked back into the room to write an IOU.

  Eating too much bread can cause constipation.

  "Mr. Holmes?"

  A moment later, Ludwig poked his head out of the room.

  "Uh-huh."

  "How much is our rent every month?"

  “……”

  "You don't know? Then how do you pay your rent every month?"

  "...I'll send a text message to Rastreador with my mobile phone and ask him."

  “……”

  Two minutes later.

  "Mr. Holmes?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Where is your phone?"

  "In my bathrobe pocket."

  "Which bathrobe?"

  "This one on me."

  “……”

  Ludwig said that borrowing from God is a tough battle...

  Mr. Holmes, are you asking me to put my hand into the pocket of your dressing gown which is only two millimeters away from your triangular forbidden zone to retrieve that little mobile phone of yours?

  I kneel down, Mr. Holmes, you are mighty.

  Aren't you afraid I might accidentally be gentle with you?

  It's said that in the original version of "Sherlock", Mr. Holmes is a charming man who has everyone fall for him, and even Queen Irene couldn't resist his charm.

  So, take care of your chastity, don't be too slack oh

  Dear Le Shi Wei Tong Xie, I am in London, should I continue to study music or not? Should I continue to study music or not? Should I continue to study music or not?

  Thinking of Leisiwei's miserable life in France, studying logic and philosophy while fending off wolves, gays and XXX...

  Ludwig strolled leisurely through the streets of London.

  London streets are very distinctive, with punk people wearing exaggerated T-shirts and old aristocrats wearing ascetic suits.

  There are still young girls in April wearing lace stockings and red boots, as well as ladies who wear knee-length pencil skirts all year round.

  Those who wore rumpled gingham shirts and looked rather uncouth were mostly prospectors from the Americas or the United States.

  Those crumpled, rather tasteless shirts, a large part of which are made in China.

  China has too many beautiful things, and the country is dazzled by them. The silver-decorated costumes of the Li people's Miao village were plagiarized by foreign big-name brands and then sold at sky-high prices to domestic tycoons.

  China has no brand, only culture, and Chinese culture is so neglected.

  Look at what nonsense you're spouting!

  Vichy said she was very angry as a French person, meow.

  If she wants to go to a better art school to study piano, the tuition is quite expensive. Even if Mr. Holmes generously helped her solve the rent problem, she would still have to work two or three part-time jobs just to barely make ends meet.

  But it can also be felt - in this evil capitalist society, Mr. Holmes, you are a good man (╯3╰)

  I will take it as my duty to guard your chastity in the future days!

  Ludwig stood still under the street lamp.

  How she wishes to continue learning piano.

  Although she complains about Bach every day, it does not prevent her from loving Bach's cantatas deeply.

  But if she had to live every day working two jobs, after school she would have to rush and could no longer stroll along the road watching the sunset.

  In the evening, you can't slowly blow in the evening breeze and go eat barbecue.

  Even looking at Paul Auster's time will no longer exist.

  Not to mention she also has to chase BL manga and dramas.

  Joking aside, in a country like the UK with such a long history of rottenness, girls who don't chase after rotten dramas will be locked up and have to sit at the bottom of the prison! ~t_t~

  Is this kind of life really okay even if I can continue playing piano?

  If you want to play the piano, then don't eat meat.

  Su Dongpo said: "I would rather eat no meat than live without bamboo. No meat makes one thin, no bamboo makes one common. A person can become fat again, but a scholar who has become common cannot be cured."

  She thought she was really an unrefined and incurable person.

  Playing the piano and singing are just for her own amusement, she never thought of becoming a big deal. The so-called bitter before sweet is particularly absurd in her eyes.

  Compared to the busy and prosperous life of her first half, she prefers the simple life of walking along the small river in her first half and watching the sunrise with a small dog in her second half.

  All I want is to live in a thatched hut under an old willow tree, plant a few cherry blossoms, osmanthus flowers that bloom twice a year, and must also plant green peppers, scallions and garlic.

  If you can't let go of a leisurely life, then hold on to it.

  You can get a piano card and go to the piano room to practice. Later, you can perform in cafes to earn some money and travel around the world.

  Waiting for her to get tired of playing, when she comes back, she'll probably be old too.

  She doesn't worry about getting old, her father in heaven left her a house in France, she rents out half of it and with social security, she spends her days growing flowers and raising birds, living a very happy life.

  It's been happily decided that I'll stay healthy for the rest of my life and strive to spend my old age in leisure - Li Weixi, dry dad!

  Went to the UK's internet cafe with a foul atmosphere to submit university application, bought some daily necessities - when living on Baker Street, nothing is indispensable, but one must have their own tableware and hide it in their own room.

  Who knows what tiny pets Mr. Holmes is raising in his coffee cup?

  Back at 221B Baker Street, the sky had already darkened. Ludwig opened the door and Sherlock Holmes, who was lying on the sofa, quickly lifted his head to glance at her.

  "Have you been to the Wilde Gallery?"

  "......Hmm, you're back?" Ludwig took off his shoes and exchanged them for a pair of slippers from the shopping bag: "I haven't seen you around for two days."

  Sherlock hesitated for a moment before saying, "I went on a trip to France."

  Ludwig neatly placed his shoes on the shoe rack:"Oh."

  Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her: "I'm certain you're French."

  Ludwig looked up and smiled: "I am French, so I am very familiar with France, that's why I don't have any questions."

  Sherlock turned his head, seemingly searching for something on his phone, and suddenly said:

  "Hasn't anyone strange come looking for you in these two days when I wasn't around?"

  "There's no one... and if I may be frank, you're the strangest person I've ever met."

  He ignored Ludwig and muttered to himself in general: "It seems that my little obstacle has worked."

  Ludwig was taken aback: "What little obstacle?"

  Sherlock didn't answer her and instead asked for the third time, "Why don't you buy a mobile phone? I can't get in touch with you."

  Ludwig had to answer for the third time, "To reduce unnecessary expenses, sir, I am poor."

  Actually, I'm afraid of those cannon friends who tease me every day with consecutive calls but don't let me eat.

  "Is anything wrong?"

  "You haven't given me your rent receipt yet."

  "Ah, sorry, I've already written it, I'll just go get it for you."

  "I know you've already written it and put it under that copy of 'Phaedo' on the left side of the second drawer of your bedside table."

  Ludwig turned around and looked at Sherlock: "Mr. Holmes, the lock on my door is not for decoration."

  "From the simplicity of unlocking it, it's indeed just for show, I didn't even use a tool and was able to open it."

  "...out of respect for me, sir."

  "Out of respect for you, I didn't take it directly but waited until you came back."

  Sherlock lay on the sofa fiddling with his phone and flashed a quick smile at Ludwig.

  “……”

  "He paused and then said: 'Nor did I forge your handwriting to write a copy.'"

  “……”

  I recall there was a jar of caviar on today's shopping list - may I open it and pour some over your sensual little moustache, Mr. Holmes?

  Forget it, crab paste is too expensive. (┬＿┬)

  Ludwig walked up to the door of the room and took out his key to unlock it, suddenly feeling that the lock in his hand was really too small.

  "Your receipt, sir."

  I wish Mr. Holmes would turn around with a radiant smile and say, "It's your IOU."

  That's a fulfilling life meow~

  But Sherlock didn't even glance at the IOU and took it directly, then pulled out a pen from his pocket.

  "Mr. Holmes, don't you look at the contents?"

  Sherlock didn't even lift his head: "Do you think there's a problem with the terms?"

  "No."

  "Alright."

  Mr. Holmes, I have a feeling that this clause was written by you in a hurry?

  He signed his name, put one copy in his shirt pocket and handed the other to Ludwig.

  "Which university are you planning to apply for?" Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, fiddling with his sleek mobile phone.

  Ludwig once again found himself without taking off his shoes.

  But she's already too mentally exhausted to bother arguing, if saying it three times still doesn't work... then just let him be.

  University of East London.

  Sherlock raised his head: "Are you sure? The professor at that university is no more intelligent than Lestrade."

  Mr. Holmes, Inspector Lestrade will not be grateful for this remark.

  But she still answered honestly: "Because living expenses are relatively low and it's close to central London."

  "Professional?"

  "What?"

  "What major are you planning to read?" Sherlock repeated in a flat tone... but she thought she heard a hint of disdain.

  "...Chinese literature or world literature."

  "Chinese literature?" Sherlock stopped his fingers.

  Ludwig let out a sigh of relief - to be honest, the frequency at which Mr. Holmes' fingers jumped on his mobile phone made her dizzy.

  That's too insulting! After all, she is also a woman who has played Chopin and fought Bach!

  Next time I'll play "Flight of the Bumblebee" for you!

  "Hmm." Ludwig shrugged without explaining.

  Sherlock: "I thought your terminal was logical."

  Originally majored in literature.

  I'm having a tough time, don't think you can have an easy job!

  So she was pulled into the quagmire of science by Huo Bao Le Shi Wei!

  What's the use of getting in anyway? Even if you get into a science major, the bac exam still can't be separated from philosophy and logic.

  Who made France the country of philosophy?

  As long as you have a brain like God, nucleotide sequence whatever, narrow sense and broad sense relativity whatever, organic chemistry whatever - Ludwig says no pressure.

  Alright, she would never remind Le Shiyu of these things that she had already learned in her previous life's high school.

  "High school is about liberal arts, so I plan to switch to science in college."

  This time Mr. Holmes didn't even glance at her, directly turning his head towards the screen of his mobile phone.

  Sir, I know you despise literary studies, but must you be so blunt!