Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

It is not necessary to respond, he naturally knows that it is more difficult for a person who has lost part of his memory to express his emotions to others, not to mention that this person has been extremely insecure since childhood.

Wanting to gain her trust again, he has no shortcuts to this kind of problem, he can only use time to prove to her that he is not someone who will disappear at any time, nor is he a dispensable passerby.

Now she is in the best condition, she has no shackles, she doesn't have to worry about Kailin, and she doesn't have to worry about when the criminal will make a move.

It was as if the past was just a nightmare, and now it was nothing more than starting over again, finally turning the page on this dark night and ushering in the long-lost dawn.

Ai Miye spoke, her violet pupils were deep and quiet, and she could not see the bottom of Bitan. She looked up and watched Xi Lai come out in full dress, wearing a white dress that was extraordinarily holy, like a fairy tale princess in a dream world.

Hille was looking at her and said with those dark eyes, I want to be by your side.

That scene was very short, and in the rest of the time, Shiley was fully involved. The plots continued one after another, and the sound of the music continued to change. With the performance of the drama, Shiley was a good actor, but he couldn't reach a higher level.

After the play ended, Xi Lai hurriedly changed her clothes, ignoring the staff's kind inquiries, she packed her things, and trotted to find Ai Miye.

From a distance, she saw Ai Miye and Sherlock standing side by side, the height difference between the two was enviable, a couple with perfect understanding, just standing there was beautiful enough.

Xi Lai's footsteps slowed down, her fingertips rubbed against the hem of her clothes unconsciously, she turned her gaze away, and licked her lips, "Thank you for coming to my play."

"See you tomorrow, Ai Mi Ye." Xi Lai tried her best to smile, but it was not hard to see the disappointment in her eyes.

"See you tomorrow."

Ai Miye replied, but it is impossible to expect Sherlock to put on a show for such meaningless greetings.

It wasn't until Sherlock and Ai Miye left that Xi Lai walked home slowly.

See you tomorrow is often the same as good night, it becomes a greeting, and it is difficult to truly see you tomorrow.

But the next day Xi Lai really saw Ai Mi Ye.

But it's not because of the so-called friendship, they don't count.

There was an explosion in Xi Lai's Chinese restaurant, and the person who was most interested was the consulting detective. Ai Miye came here not for Xi Lai, but for Sherlock.

This kind of cognition, together with the explosion, wiped out the light in her eyes.

After a simple exchange of greetings, Ai Miye was a little more indifferent than before, the police cordoned off, Ai Miye and Sherlock were already familiar faces, and it was very easy to let them go.

Sherlock quickly scanned the entire restaurant. Dust was everywhere after the explosion, and the tables and chairs were charred black.

Like... covering something up.

Ai Miye squatted on the ground, poked a section of the wreckage of the chair with her fingers, and it turned into ashes and scattered.

Not long after the explosion in the restaurant, someone called the police. The explosion was initially estimated to have occurred in the early morning. It is now morning, and there should be a lot of toxic gas left.

When she came in, Sherlock had a foresight, and found a wet towel for Ai Miye. She covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and carefully looked at the ruins after the explosion with her eyes open.

She wasted too much time running for her life and not getting a good look at the world.

She has seen too much darkness from the beginning, and now she has just begun to come into contact with the light, but she doesn't know whether the light is too late.

Not long after leaving the Chinese restaurant, she randomly found a bench and sat down. She was a little tired.

Sherlock fiddled with the phone to find information, looked at it for a while, then raised his eyes and glanced at her, she was in a daze.

After sitting for a while, the phone rang.

It's not his phone, but there are only two contact numbers in her phone, one of which has been deleted by him.

It rang for a few seconds before Ai Miye came back to her senses. She rummaged through her pockets for a while before she remembered that the phone was in Sherlock's place.

The phone was with him, and if it rang, someone with excellent hearing would of course know it immediately, but he didn't respond.

Childish behavior, the worst thing is, Ai Miye has become accustomed to it.

When a bad thing has been experienced many times, it no longer feels bad.

Ai Miye stretched out her hand and gestured to him with her eyes.

The bell is still ringing.

He lowered his eyes, her knuckles were delicate and clean, like flawless white jade, her complexion was slightly transparent, and he could almost see the light blue blood vessels under the skin.

More than half of the sun's light was covered by the towering trees nearby, and the shadow was stretched long on the ground. Birds flapped their wings and landed on the branches. When the wind passed by, the leaves rustled and sang A symphony of nature.

When he handed the phone to her, he brushed her fingers inadvertently, and the temperature was also like white jade, icy cold, he suppressed the surge in his heart, and withdrew his hand.

She answered the phone, and it was over with just a few words.

Appears to be insignificant people.

She didn't even change her expression.

After ending the call, she unconsciously put the phone into his pocket. Just after putting it in, Sherlock suddenly grabbed her finger before she could withdraw her hand.

He only gently moved her, and she fell into his arms.

The rich fragrance of cherry blossoms rushes towards the face, as if sending out an invitation, but it is mixed with other smells. When the two are mixed together, it has a taste of abstinence.

Contradictions to the extreme, give birth to infinite charm.

The incident happened suddenly, and Ai Miye was not prepared at all. Originally, she was weak, and Sherlock was a person with full fighting skills. Even if she struggled, she was unlikely to succeed.

She simply gave up struggling, she stayed quietly in his arms, moved her fingers, but he suddenly hugged him even tighter.

"what happened?"

She asked softly, looked up at him, like a polar flower blooming in her eyes brilliantly.

I never thought that a person's eyes could be so beautiful.

There were few pedestrians on the road, the towering trees stretched out their branches, the reflections of the trees appeared on the lake, and the birds on the trees flapped their wings and flew towards the blue sky, toward the bright direction.

Sherlock didn't answer her question.

Her eyes are quiet, like a clear and clean lake, quiet and soft.

Leaning slightly, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and her lips are soft, sweeter than Christmas candy.