Chapter 25: My Neighbor Can't Be This Heavy

  Sherlock went to sleep, and Ludwig continued the great detective Sherlock's unfinished business with a bitter struggle.

  Damn it, Roman letters shouldn't be so weird!

  Damn it! Ancient people aren't that amazing after all!

  This is a sentence! Dare you not write half-hearted words like microorganisms inside!

  How can your words be so touching!

  In the past, when I was studying "Nuclear Boat Records", there was a nuclear (particle) on which were carved: a boat, a poet, a monk, a child, a stove, a fan, prayer beads, windows and doors, and even words were carved on the windows and doors.

  It already feels very unreal, Ludwig is extremely convinced that this is an article with romantic imagination, just like Li Taibai's "Flying Stream Directly Down Three Thousand Feet", beautiful and exaggerated.

  It's completely destroyed my three views now.

  Ludwig stretched his body and let out a long yawn.

  The sky is already bright.

  It's almost time for breakfast, Ludwig arranged the Roman texts he had copied in order.

  Copying texts I don't understand is a kind of torture.

  Next to it lay a few sheets of paper, scrawled with a string of Greek letters and several sentences in a language Ludwig couldn't understand, neither Roman nor English.

  Careless return careless, but font is very classical and beautiful.

  Just like in the Renaissance period, poets used calligraphy.

  Ludwig was suddenly inspired, picked up his pen and copied a sentence in the style of Sherlock's notes, writing his own name next to Sherlock's.

  Then...

  Ludwig covered his eyes with a piece of paper and silently took a cucumber to make breakfast.

  Ludwig's psychological activities towards cucumbers—

  Just now: Cucumber, what shall we have for breakfast?

  Next second: No, why am I staring at a cucumber thinking about what to eat for breakfast...

  Ludwig decided to simply cook a pot of purple yam and Job's tears congee with an electric rice cooker.

  Thinking of purple yam and Job's tears mixed together, topped with honey, the smooth texture made Ludwig feel like his saliva was about to flow out. ~\\\\\\\\(≧▽≦)/~

  Open the storage cabinet and found that the honey sent by Leswie last time has been eaten up.

  Why did you finish eating it? It was just sent over a week ago!

  It must be Mr. Holmes again using honey for his adhesive experiments!

  Ever since Ludwig told him that a mixture of honey and egg whites was more effective than most adhesives in the world, he showed great interest in it.

  Ludwig sighed and went back to his room, casually putting on a pair of linen wide-leg pants, took out the key, and prepared to go downstairs to buy some.

  Not wanting to disturb Mrs. Hodgson, she quietly opened the door on the first floor.

  In the thin morning mist, the white roses in the flower basket are gathered together, each one covered with dew drops.

  The red garbage truck has started to collect garbage from house to house, diligent students riding bicycles with baskets full of newspapers, distributing them door-to-door, with a balloon tied to the handlebars.

  Next to Mrs. Hodgson's house, a young man with chestnut-colored hair was pushing open the vermilion small door and walking out.

  The action was neat and gentle, and when closing the door, it was also light, with a faint sunlight casting a golden glow on him.

  What is this?

  Ludwig called out uncertainly: "Mr. Elric?"

  The young man turned back in surprise, and immediately, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

  He hurried over to her in the morning: "Wei Xi?"

  Ludwig looked at him as he walked out of the small gate: "How can you live here?"

  "Right across is my coffee shop, I can certainly live here."

  He couldn't help but laugh: "Don't use that tone, Vishy, it makes me think you're not welcoming me."

  "I came after you, I just arrived during this period of time. If we're talking about who's unwelcome, it's actually you who's not welcoming me."

  Ludwig also laughed:

  "Alright, at least I still have a bit of conscience and won't drive you away."

  Aizi looked around on both sides: "Do you live in this house?"

  "Yes, the fate between people is indeed wonderful."

  Ludwig's expression was regretful: "If I had known you were my neighbor, I wouldn't have yelled at you that day."

  Ludwig smiled unnaturally.

  Last time was her emotional excitement, meeting always has two points of awkwardness.

  Especially when she scolded him for no reason at all.

  But this awkward emotion lasted for just one second and was quickly suppressed by her.

  "Mr. Ares." She smiled easily: "You get up this early every day?"

  "Not just today."

  He gazed deeply at Ludwig: "But just happened to run into you... I didn't think you'd get up so early."

  "Do I look like someone who sleeps in?"

  "You're not like this, you were originally a sleepyhead."

  He stood beside the flower stand in front of the window, the branches drooping down, petals falling beside his eyes.

  He wore a camel V-neck sweater over khaki linen pants, looking like a ray of sunshine on a gray and misty London day.

  "No, you're wrong, I never sleep in."

  Ludwig wagged his finger at him:

  "Don't pretend like you know me so well."

  "I've said it before, I feel like we're old friends from the moment we met."

  He stood up straight and stopped talking about this topic.

  "Vichy, I'm glad you recognized me this time. Otherwise, I would have really doubted myself."

  He jingled the car keys in his hand: "Where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

  "Ah, never mind, I'm just going to the convenience store to buy a jar of honey."

  "Speaking of honey."

  He smiled, with a nostalgic look on his face.

  "I personally prefer the Snow Lotus Honey from China, although it's a bit rare, its taste is worth the effort to find."

  Ludwig's eyes sparkled with excitement.

  "Snow Butter Orchid Honey?"

  She grabbed Eryndor's sleeve with one hand, almost grasping his collar.

  "Do you know where I can find Snow Lotus Honey? Emma, I've been searching for it for a long time! A really, really long time! Please take me there, please!"

  Airi looked at Ludwig, who had suddenly become extremely cheerful, with a helpless expression and naturally reached out her hand to pat his head.

  Ludwig was taken aback by this sudden action.

  Her hand slowly released Eris's sleeve.

  Aizi was completely unaware, smiling and saying:

  "It's not far away, there is a friend who does daigou on China Street, I'll drive the car over and you wait here for a moment."

  Ludwig hypocritically made polite conversation:

  "Is this okay? Will it trouble you?"

  "I won't."

  His smile is so sincere, when light passes through, it's like a clear stream.

  It seems that even if he is unwilling, it won't be felt at all.

  "It just so happens I need to pick up something too, might as well go together."

  He walked slowly forward, Ludwig squinting his eyes as he watched him walk against the light, down the street paved with red bricks, past roses and clover, gradually pulling away from her.

  It's as if I saw ten years ago, An He carrying a ...

  The school bag is walking in front of her.

  The red brick street turned into a cobblestone path, with convenience stores on both sides emitting hot smoke. On the left was a baozi shop and on the right was a Double Ninth Cake seller.

  Turning a corner, there's a pagoda tree in bloom, and also a rice cake shop. The entire alley is filled with the sweet but not greasy fragrance...

  ……

  An He, I once said -

  When you're old, your hair turns white, and you sleep soundly.

  Dozing off by the stove, reminiscing about youth.

  ……

  Alicia's car is an Audi A5. In the UK, more people drive Audis than any other brand, so Alicia's is fairly average.

  It seems he really is from a middle-class background, just as he described.

  Ludwig thought to himself: The car isn't expensive, but the cost is high... Everyone has money, can't play happily anymore, humph.

  He rolled down the car window and waved at Ludwig.

  Ludwig smiled back and opened the car door, sitting in the passenger seat.

  The car started smoothly.

  Mr. Holmes, who should have been in bed, was standing by the window of our sitting-room at 221B Baker Street, looking out into the night with a quiet intensity.

  Then he picked up his mobile phone.