Chapter 37 May you live a long and happy life.

The platinum-haired girl took the invitation and looked at it in her hand. "Wedding?" She tilted her head and looked at the blonde in front of her. "Your wedding?"

"Is Luna not going?" Mary asked, leaning down to her eye level. She had heard rumors about this girl, and she seemed to have intellectual or mental problems.

But Mary couldn't be sure of this, because after all these contacts, she only felt that this girl seemed to have her own system of the world and a different understanding.

And Dr. Watson couldn't be the kind of person who kept a mentally retarded girl in captivity.

"What's wrong, Luna, is there something unhappy?" Mary asked, trying to read something from the girl's heterochromatic eyes.

"Why?" Luna tilted his head slightly, "Ask such a question."

"I won't die and turn into a pile of useless bones. I can't be more unhappy than you." Luna said softly, "So why ask such a question."

Mary was slightly surprised. She sat down next to the girl and looked at the rain. "Dr. Watson said that I might die young."

"But that's all in the future. Since he is willing to be with me, I have to be with him well." Mary said, "I can't prepay the pain of the day of separation to every day of my life."

"He and I promised to forget this." She said, "Until the day when the god of death comes knocking on the door, forget it and live as if you will never die."

"Actually, think about it, everyone will die." Mary let out a long breath, "Everyone lives as if they will never die."

"Maybe this is a good thing." Mary said softly, "Live as if you are destined to die young, you will not forget to express your love, nor will you drag on repaying your kindness."

"So I plan to live like this." She said seriously and calmly, "What about Luna?"

"Has Luna ever liked someone?" Mary asked, "The kind that wants to spend the rest of his life with him."

The girl was stunned for a moment.

"Actually, I like people very much." She said vaguely.

"Luna always seems lonely, why not make some friends." Mary smiled and said, "Going to a fraternity or going to school are both good choices."

"I have friends." Luna said, and the girl looked away, "I like them very much."

"I still like people very much." She repeated, "It's quite interesting, desserts, weddings, lovers, they are all interesting." She said.

"And heroes and sinners." The girl gently crossed her fingers and raised them to her chest. She lowered her head slightly, as if she was praying for something, but she didn't seem to believe in any gods at all.

"But I really can't enjoy daily life." She said quietly, "Even in the most relaxed and warm environment."

"I still remember my own nature."

Mary couldn't understand this sadness, but this sadness was indeed overwhelming. The girl turned her head slightly, and a pair of special eyes of different colors looked at her face quietly.

"But daily life is indeed precious." She said softly, "Isn't it?"

Mary nodded. To be honest, she couldn't understand the nouns that the girl said, but she knew that she was very disappointed and not very happy, so she didn't intend to ask anything.

"Would you like to eat cake?" Mary asked.

Luna nodded.

"It's better to have some black tea." Mary suggested enthusiastically, "We can have afternoon tea for ladies."

The girl stood up and volunteered to wash the teapot. She quietly rinsed the tea set and cleaned it, then put the teapot aside. She took out the small bottle from her pocket, bit off the cork, and poured the transparent liquid into the teapot.

"Luna?" She heard Watson's voice, and then she turned her head.

She remembered that he had gone to see a doctor, so why was he here again?

The girl looked at his face, and seemed unable to find words to describe her behavior. However, when Watson tried to touch the teapot, she grabbed his wrist tightly. Luna's strength was not something that humans could contend with. He felt as if his wrist was clamped by an iron clamp, and he couldn't move it at all.

"Luna," Watson tried to calm his breath, "Can you explain it?" he asked.

Luna looked at the liquid in the pot and blinked, "Holmes asked me to keep it a secret."

Watson's mind flashed through several thoughts in an instant.

"Is it for Mary?" he asked.

Luna nodded, and she continued to make black tea, ignoring Watson's doubts, "He said it's best not to let you notice it."

"That's what he asked." Luna said, covering the lid, "But you found it."

"But it's not bad for you." Luna thought for a while and added, then she raised her eyes and looked into the eyes of the young doctor.

Watson knew that she never lied, but he was not sure whether what she said was no harm was in the sense of human common sense.

He knew that he had no ability to stop Luna from doing this.

And he could not ask Luna what it was specifically.

The girl carefully held the pot in her arms.

"John?" Mary's voice came from the living room, "What are you doing? Is there something wrong with the tea?"

"No, no." Watson said, "It seems that the tea is expired."

"It's not expired." Luna leaned over to look at the label. Watson looked at the iron tongs on the side. It lay quietly next to the fireplace. If he picked it up, could he smash the teapot in her hand?

Or, could he knock her out?

"John, what are you doing?" Mary poked her head in from the door at some point, "What are you doing with that?"

"It's a little bent." Watson explained hurriedly, "I'm going to straighten it."

He was lying. Luna turned her eyes away. She quietly lowered her eyes to look at the tongs, and then she stepped over. At that moment, she felt the tongs being lifted up, as if to trip her and make the pot of unknown things disappear.

Luna jumped over, she turned her head and looked at the ashes, then she remained silent, and she handed the teapot to Mary.

"It's ready." She said, "You can drink it."

Mary took it in her hand.

Watson put the tongs back, "I think the bag of tea seems to have really expired. For safety reasons, don't drink it."

Luna sat down, holding her chin, and silently looked at the continuous rain.

Humans are really difficult to deal with.

If this pot of tea is poured out, your friend's life will be wasted.

However, she seemed to have done what she was supposed to do, Luna thought, she had delivered it to the right person, but it seemed to have been discovered, so she should take some measures to make up for it.

Yes, she should make up for it.

"I don't think it's expired." Luna said. She stubbornly held Mary's hand and refused her suggestion to pour tea. "It smells good, doesn't it?"

She reached out and took off the lid. The rich floral and fruity fragrance belonging to Frey immediately overflowed. Mary smiled. "It seems to smell really good."

"It's a pity to throw it away, John." She said, then she picked up the teacup and poured herself a cup.

"Yes, it's a pity to throw it away." Luna said softly. Watson picked up a teacup and prepared to pour himself a cup, but Luna moved the teapot to the side without making a sound, and then she raised her strange eyes and looked at him.

"Aren't you waiting for Holmes to come back to eat together?" Watson asked.

Luna shook her head, "He won't be back tonight."

"Being willing to give is one thing, and being able to give successfully is another." Frey has always said this, and Luna seems to understand it a little now.

"Sherlock Holmes is your believer, and he asked you to give it." Frey said, handing the bottle to Luna, "You know the rules."

The longevity soup cannot be mentioned, you cannot explain it, you cannot describe it, and you cannot even let the other party realize what he is receiving, otherwise it will become a pool of clear water.

"Why do we have to set such a rule?" Luna said softly, shaking the fragrant liquid in the bottle.

"Because we have no way to observe human voluntary behavior." Frey said, "You don't know whether this person's so-called voluntary behavior is truly voluntary or for some purpose." "

So we set such a rule." Frey said quietly, "If even this rule is acceptable, we will think that this is indeed the voluntary behavior of the owner of life."

Luna was thinking about whether to ask Watson to go to the bathroom to knock him out, so as not to affect the effectiveness of the longevity soup. She turned her eyes and looked at the young doctor carefully, measuring how much strength his skull could withstand.

But Holmes said it was not important to lie or not, people would always tell some lies, so she restrained herself.

Watson also looked at her face.

After a while, he let go of the cup.

"It smells really good." He said with difficulty, and he clenched the cup, as if to show how difficult it was for him to make this decision.

He chose to believe her.

It is good to believe what she said.

Luna smiled lightly, and then she poured another cup of tea for Mary, and poured out the last drop of liquid at the bottom of the pot. "I'll make another one." She picked up the pot with a smile, and then turned around.

"She looks very happy." Mary whispered.

"Maybe it's because no one has ever praised her for the delicious black tea she brewed." Watson said softly.

Mary nodded, then she picked up the cup and drank it again, "How is it possible? This is the best black tea I have ever tasted."

"You two men are so picky." She said with a smile, and drank the last sip, "I'll go see how my cake is baking."

Nothing happened, Watson thought, his worst expectation was that they would kill her to prevent him from taking risks for Mary. He denied this guess in his heart, but he was always worried about this possibility.

So what did she drink?

Luna returned to the table, she reached out and picked up a small piece of sugar cube, threw it into her cup, and looked at it intently.

"I know you want to ask me," she said softly, "but I can't answer."

She tilted her head, "Holmes seemed to ask me to give you a message, let me think about it."

Mary returned to the table with a beautiful fruit cake and put the cake on it. Luna still tilted her head and thought seriously.

When the cake was cut, her eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands happily.

"I remember now," she said seriously, "Sherlock Holmes wants to wish John Watson a happy wedding."

Watson looked at the white cream and red strawberries on the cake, and suddenly thought of human flesh and blood for no reason. He stood up suddenly, as if he realized something, and turned his head to look at Luna. The girl took a piece of cake from Mary's hand and complained casually, "But I haven't thought of a wedding gift yet. You are getting married in less than a week, right?" "

I said, he thinks you won't like it." Luna raised a finger, "It's so difficult."

"It would be great if you could let the guests drink such delicious black tea at the wedding." Mary put her hands together and looked at Luna seriously and enthusiastically, and the girl hesitated and shook her head.

"No more." She said softly.

"There will be no more black tea like this." She said slowly, "But you can remember its taste, so it won't be considered dead."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a poet or philosopher?" Mary laughed, "I think you are really suitable."

Luna blinked, she picked up a strawberry with a fork and put it in her mouth, "I can't write poetry."

"Because I really can't understand a lot of things." She said softly, "But it's great that you think this black tea is sweet." "

It seems that Mr. Holmes has prepared a wedding gift." Mary smiled and changed the subject.

"Yeah." Luna nodded, "He said he was going to give you his Christian name to make it easier for you to name your child."

Mary laughed, "Mr. Holmes actually has such an unexpected sense of humor."

"He also hopes that you will live a long and happy life together." Luna recalled the wording.

"We will definitely be happy." Watson said, "In fact, it doesn't matter whether it lasts a hundred years or not." "

Being with someone you love, even if it's only for a short time, is much better than being alone for a hundred years." Mary nodded, "But thank him anyway."

This sentence sounded a bit careless and insignificant at first. Watson thought that Holmes certainly knew Luna's assertion about Mary's life span. He didn't think his friend was so heartless that he would bless him with such a painful word.

Maybe he really found some miracle, Watson thought, for that person, it seemed that miracles could always be created. He always recognized and trusted him so much.

But he felt that there was a lingering haze in his heart, as if it wanted to squeeze out rainwater and soak his heart in some sour liquid.

Luna ate the cake by herself. For some reason, she felt that this cake with plenty of fruit and cream was not sweet enough.

Maybe she ate too much snacks at Frey's, she thought, and she also wanted to eat Sean's barbecue. I wonder if there will be any delicious food at John Watson's wedding.