Operation Red Book

Chapter 475 At the Party Door 3

Ivy stood at the entrance of the market with an anxious look on her face. She was surrounded by crowded crowds of people, one after another.

Joshua's profile was a small piece, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared into the dim lights.

With tears in her eyes, Ivy looked at the waves of people in confusion. She wanted to find the familiar flax color, but in the end she found nothing.

When I looked back again, Holmes' figure had disappeared in the cold evening breeze.

"We all love you, we all like you, little girl with a lot of tears... You should thank those who love you, and also thank yourself..."

Holmes' voice sounded in Ivy's ears, his voice was rough but his tone was very gentle.

His fingers were a little rough, with thick white calluses on the knuckles. When he touched the side of her cheek, Ivy was a little stiff at first, and then a warm feeling surged through her body.

Holmes talked to him a lot, many nice and unpleasant things.

"You have really grown up and learned to take responsibility."

"If Mr. Zhu were here, I would really like to thank him."

"Why?" Ivy asked casually.

"Thank him for providing you with a good environment..."

"The Chinese Wharf."

"That's right." Holmes raised his lips. "It's a pity that you can't continue your education there. You mentioned high school? University? The London School of Economics?"

"Um……"

"I'm sorry, I don't know that college, and there's no way I can put you in the environment you want. If you want to go to Cambridge or Oxford, there are some ways." He joked.

“But for an academy that is built in the future, you have to go to the future to witness its history and value.”

"It doesn't matter..." Ivy whispered. She bit her lower lip and twisted her fingers aggrievedly. "Anyway, I can't go to Oxford and Cambridge. I'm not that good, and they won't admit me..."

"How could that be? Don't underestimate yourself."

Holmes frowned. He hated the idea of ​​meritocracy the most, and he hated even more to see a girl who should be shining in her life extinguish her own light because of this idea.

"Was Jacob good? In fact, he didn't learn to read until he was ten years old, and he was delayed from Sunday school for two years because he couldn't learn Latin; was Hilda good? In fact, she never went to school, and in that place full of Gobi desert, milking cows and repairing stables were her daily jobs."

"Is Her Majesty excellent? Famous teachers from all over the world have taught her, but from the moment she was born, loneliness and sadness were destined to accompany her throughout her life."

"Is Mr. Johnson good? He has a net worth of tens of billions and countless pieces of land, but his happy family and stable life were destroyed in the American Civil War. When he came to London on a small sailing ship, he was penniless and the local thieves and robbers were unwilling to approach him."

"Look, they didn't go to Oxford or Cambridge, but you can't deny that they are all excellent people."

Holmes' legs felt numb from squatting, so he simply stood up and bowed slightly to Ivy.

"You too, in the eyes of many people, you, 'Miss Ivy', are already very good and very powerful. There is nothing wrong with wanting to make yourself better, but the premise is that you should not let denial control your mind, and you should not let 'denying yourself' become a habit."

"I..." Ivy's lips trembled a little, and her voice was erratic, "I never denied myself before..."

"Hahaha!"

Holmes suddenly laughed twice, hearty and steady, and Ivy suddenly calmed down.

"Can I say that? I think you are becoming more and more like Joshua, and Joshua is becoming more and more like you."

"Huh?" Ivy's heart skipped a beat and her whole body became hot.

Holmes rubbed Ivy's head with a smile and said in a cheerful tone:

"During this period of time, you and he understood each other, supported each other, relied on each other, and influenced each other. You actually gradually became like each other!"

After hearing this, Ivy's face turned even redder: "I'm not that weak and incompetent coward!"

After saying that, she looked around frantically, and only after making sure that the tall and thin figure was not there did she slowly exhale.

The moment she let out that terrified breath, Ivy felt ashamed of what she had just said.

I can't help but humiliate him, even though I have long admitted that he is brave, smart, tenacious, and thoughtful, but I am just like this...

Make him hate... make him hate...

Joshua's fragile and sad eyes appeared in front of Ivy again. She suddenly felt dizzy and was almost strangled to death by her black curly hair blown by the evening breeze.

"This is a good thing!"

Strangled by curly hair... entangled by the wind... drowned by tears...?

"Both of you have made a lot of progress. One of you has learned to look at problems rationally, and the other has learned to use emotions to correct your attitude. Before, this was exactly what you two lacked..."

After pondering for a long time, Ivy finally realized that Holmes's "good" referred to the changes in her and Joshua.

"You two have grown up, gradually becoming more complete and gentle, smoothing out your edges and corners, and becoming more compatible with each other..."

"It's hard for you to talk! No!" Ivy immediately retorted with a red face.

"Haha... That's really interesting. Joshua used to always stick to you, but now you're starting to care about him!" Holmes laughed so hard that his sentence was divided into several parts.

"Of course, because... because he is my good friend..."

"He must have thought so before."

Ivy was stunned, and her eyes were filled with tears again: "What about now? Now... now it seems not to be..."

"I'm not Joshua. How do I know if he will forgive you after you express your feelings to him? You should ask him."

Holmes stroked the tears from the corners of Ivy's eyes with his thumbs and guided her to look up.

Following the direction Holmes pointed, Ivy slowly looked towards the security entrance of the Chinese terminal.

There are several security check entrances. At the third one on the right, there is a blurry but familiar tall and thin figure.

After observing for a few seconds, Ivy finally reacted. It was Joshua's back. It must be him.

However, Joshua did not notice Ivy and Holmes not far away. The black figures flashed by and disappeared into the crowd.

"Joshua!"

Ivy hurriedly raised her feet, trying to catch up, but the moment she stood up, Holmes hugged her tightly in his arms.

Ivy was startled, but didn't push away immediately.

He smelled heavily of cigarettes, and the scent of soapberry lingered in the seams of his shirt.

Men are really strong, especially those like Sherlock Holmes who are tall and strong and often run and jump.

Ivy felt the beating and strength of his arm muscles, and also felt the breadth and heaviness of his chest.

"Don't blame me, little sheep..."

Holmes' hot breath sprayed on Ivy's earlobe, which felt a little itchy and a little hot.

"We all love you, we all like you, little girl with a lot of tears... You should thank those who love you, and also thank yourself..."

"Oh……"

"Did you hear what I said?"

"hold head high……"

The low voice gradually faded away, and there was nothing else except the excitement deep in my heart.

For a while, the noise of the crowd poured into my ears like a tide, jumping around in my brain.

Ivy's black and white figure gradually faded away and became a small dot among the crowd.

A column of smoke hovered before Holmes' eyes. The fire at the end of the cigarette flickered, igniting the darkness around him.

A bright light blue flickered in the darkness, the light inside sparkled brightly, exuding a faint sense of anticipation and inexplicable excitement.

"You seem to have grown taller, James. Can you still grow taller at 28?"

Holmes turned his head towards the darkness, with a hint of coldness hidden in his affectionate brown eyes.

"You've been with others all the time, and you're not familiar with me at all."

Moriarty replied calmly.

Holmes sneered and put out his cigarette.

"Are you jealous?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"Didn't you write back that you would accompany the great Earl to the House of Representatives?"

"Are you jealous?" Moriarty smiled.

"No, I'm very happy." Although the person who said it was not happy at all.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, until the pitch-black night finally descended upon the world.

"Ha... I lost to you..."

After a long moment, Holmes sighed and took out Ivy's red book from behind him.

He flipped through it briefly, then closed it and looked towards the bustling market in the distance.

"Something's going to happen there. I left a bait."

"To lead out the murderer behind this?"

"The murderer behind the scenes has already been turned over. What we want to catch is that little, hateful undercover agent."