[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

Aisha got off the taxi and found that the lights were on in the house. She felt a little hopeful, and her pace unconsciously quickened.

Charles heard the sound of the door opening and looked up from the book: "I'm back."

His Zhou Shen seemed to be shrouded in light, his brows and eyes were raised, and when he looked over, there was a deep tenderness and warmth.As soon as Elsa's heart moved, the smile on her face spread, she snuggled into his open arms, and rubbed against his neck.

As cute as a little pet, Charles only felt that the fatigue of the past few days had disappeared. He lowered his head and bit her ear.Aisha felt itchy, shrank her neck to avoid it, and looked up at him.Charles chuckled and said, "I miss you."

Bang bang bang!

Aisha felt sweetness from the bottom of her heart. His deep eyes seemed to have some kind of magic power, which pinned her firmly in place. Only the sound of the deer beating wildly could be heard.

"Don't you miss me?" Charles deliberately moved closer.

"You scoundrel!" Aisha's voice sounded in despair, and she jumped on him to kiss him in the next second.

Charles' triumphant laugh spilled from their tightly pressed lips, and he always had a way to grab her weakness.Strong arms supported her hips, and Aisha's legs were still wrapped around his waist.

Aisha's weight was already light, and he maintained this posture effortlessly and carried her to the upstairs room, where the two of them fell into a ball on the soft big bed.

Aisha's exclamation was swallowed, and the next second she was immersed in the emotional wave created by Charles, her voice suddenly changed, and she was delicate and timid.

The night was darker, and the moonlight poured into the house.A slender shadow bent into a crescent moon, and the wind blew up the window screen, and the shadow reflected on it was quickly wrinkled.

On the second day, some sunlight came in through the covered window screens. Aisha opened her eyes a little, and saw Charles wearing a water-blue shirt leaning on the bedside, with a laptop on his lap, Concentrate on writing something.

His eyebrows and eyes are full of seriousness, and he can't see the wanton teasing last night at all.Elsa's mouth moved: "Charles..." Her voice was hoarse, and she frowned in embarrassment.

"Are you awake?" The man's voice was extremely sexy, and he attached himself to the corner of her mouth and kissed: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Elsa shook her head, and the platinum-blonde hair on the cobalt blue silk pillow moved accordingly. Charles' eyes darkened suddenly when he thought of a certain scene.

"I'm hungry." Aisha said coquettishly without noticing his eyes. She had exhausted too much energy last night, and now she only felt that someone was beating a drum in her belly. She was so hungry that she could almost eat a cow.

Soon, Charles brought a tray of food from the kitchen, pulled out a table from the cabinet and put it on the bed.Aisha rarely enjoyed the corrupt and luxurious life before.

She took a sip of the meat porridge, this craft... asked: "Did you drive to buy it?"

Charles smiled and patted her head: "I don't think it's better not to embarrass you." His craftsmanship is really not good enough.

"Thank you, my caring boyfriend." Aisha kissed him on the cheek rewardingly. With the two of them's culinary talents, it's better not to have any fun in this aspect, it's just torturing everyone.

Legislating mutants is not something that can be accomplished overnight. Yesterday's meeting with the president made new progress, and Charles threw all the remaining matters to Eric.

As a good brother, he doesn't want to see his girlfriend run away, does he?So when he got off the plane, he came directly to Aisha's house from the airport.

It has to be said that this timing was very good, the idea of ​​being ignored only had a hint, but was extinguished by his deep affection.

The two enjoyed a rare sweet time, nestling on the sofa and watching a love movie.

On the screen, the male and female protagonists had a violent quarrel because of a misunderstanding. When it was worrying, a mobile phone rang.Aisha stayed for a while before realizing that it was her cell phone that rang.She had her head resting on Charles' lap, but now she leaned over lazily to touch the phone on the coffee table.

Seeing the name displayed on the screen, he answered the phone with some doubts, it was really an accidental call.

"Doctor Watson?"

After 1 minute, Charles finally discovered something was wrong, and found that the delicate body under her hands was extremely stiff. She sat up straight, covered her eyes with her palms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you joking? How is it possible! Sherlock ..."

How could it be dead?

The news was too horrifying. Aisha felt her scalp exploded, her blood froze all over her body, and she felt dizzy for a moment. She couldn't believe it and asked.

After hanging up the phone, Aisha kept this movement, with her back stiff and her hands covering her face.

"Aisha!" Charles finally yelled sternly after good words didn't work, and forcefully pulled off her hand covering her face, only seeing red eye circles, eyes full of bewilderment , her heart softened all of a sudden, she hugged her shoulders, and stroked her back comfortingly from top to bottom: "Tell me, what happened."

A few seconds later, Aisha finally responded: "I'm going to London."

The sky was cloudy and rainy. It seemed that the few times she came to London, the weather had always been like this, but she had never been so annoying as this time, and her heart was full of haze.

I still can't believe it, or I don't want to believe it. Even if I deliberately dug out the back and forth news, I still feel that Sherlock will not make such a decision.

Jumping off a building - what a tragic way to commit suicide.

Although Moriarty was in a dilemma in this situation, he was not a person with weak will, so why did he get to this point.

And he didn't even tell her half of it.

She just lived her little life in the United States peacefully, completely unaware of his pain and suffering.Aisha couldn't tell whether she was feeling guilty or annoyed, she just felt that her heart was in a ball.

Sorry, Sherlock.

He didn't have many friends. She looked over at a glance, but they were Watson, Molly, Mrs. Hudson and Inspector Lestrade, and only Mycroft was present in his family.According to Watson, Sherlock's parents couldn't bear the blow of losing their son and couldn't attend.

He has no empathy, and things like emotional intelligence are only used if they help, and he can't get along with them at all.He is also very good at making others angry, and he doesn't care about other people's feelings at all.

There are too many shortcomings all over the body.

But she still felt that he was likable all over his body. Although he always called himself a high-functioning anti-social personality, he had extremely strong principles and always stood on the side of justice.

The black veil covered the red eye circles, and Aisha stood aside with a black umbrella, her back straight, as if she had stood herself like a mountain.She looked to the side, and compared to Mrs. Hudson who was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Amber Jasmine, who was lent to Mrs. Hudson's shoulders, looked much stronger and could comfort her softly.

The staff of the funeral home had already dug a square-inch hole in the cemetery. Aisha frowned and asked Watson in confusion, "This is it?"

"Sherlock once said that he wanted to be cremated after his death, so today only the ashes are buried." Watson explained.

"Really?" Aisha felt something was wrong in her heart, and Sherlock didn't seem like a person who would think about the aftermath.

"Just a few days ago, he suddenly brought up this topic as if he had predicted it."

Aisha's hand holding the umbrella handle suddenly tightened, and she looked towards Mycroft with heavy eyes, just in line with his gaze, calm and without any waves.But Aisha felt that she was being looked at deeply, with a bit of fear.

She withdrew her eyes and watched as the urn was placed in the pit, buried with soil, and covered with a grass blanket, as if a life had returned to solitude, and the verdant grass revealed the hope of new life.

Sherlock...

Is he really dead?

A flame of hope rose from the bottom of Aisha's heart, and it became more and more intense.The bright and clear eyes were silent and full of determination, and the sadness covering the eyes seemed to recede like a wave.

He is still alive.

After the funeral, the continuous rain finally stopped, and the sun revealed a little glimmer through the clouds.

Everyone put away their umbrellas, and Aisha walked beside Watson. Watson asked out of politeness, "What are you doing next?" His connection with Aisha was based on Sherlock. The bridge in the middle has disappeared, which is inevitably a bit jerky.

"I'm flying back to the United States directly in the afternoon." Aisha replied, she only came to the UK for one purpose, and now there is no need to stay after attending the funeral.

There are not only people she wants to see in this country, but also people she doesn't want to see.

"Bon Voyage."

Aisha smiled, nodded to Watson, stood aside, and waited for Mycroft, who was at the back.

"Mr. Holmes..." As soon as the address came out of her mouth, Aisha was in a daze for a moment, and quickly covered her expression: "I wonder if I could trouble you to take me to the airport? It's not convenient to take a taxi here."

Mycroft's eyes froze for a moment, and he felt that the girl in front of him might have discovered the truth. Compared with another roommate who had been with him for a longer time, her intuition was sharper.

"Of course, it's my honor to serve ladies." Mycroft smiled gracefully, answering as a model gentleman.

Aisha's face is hidden under the black grid veil, making it difficult to see the specific emotions.When the car stopped in front of the airport, she stopped with her slender and shiny hand on the door lock, turned around and showed a not-so-obvious smile to McCoff: "Let him remember to contact you."