[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

It was rare for Mia not to complain in her heart. It turned out that the blood-stained clothes had just been changed and were still on the bedside table.Wanting to forget what happened in the morning, she stood on tiptoe to look at Sherlock's wrinkled coat because she had grabbed it all morning, and pulled it on for him, but it was all useless, Mia stubbornly continued to pull with.

"You are such a crying little girl." Sherlock leaned down slightly, so that Mia would not need to step on her toes, "It's better not to let people outside see it, otherwise..."

He walked in, closed the door as well, and kept his body bowed, "You'll think I've done something to you."

Mia wiped the tears from her cheeks, she didn't want to cry, but she just couldn't help it.

She probably thought that she could live a good life in this life, but there would always be accidents that she couldn’t even imagine. She was kept in captivity, threatened, and thrown in a snow cave. Now that she has developed into a fan girl, she feels that she has no choice but to stay out of the house for the rest of her life. Only by staying in the room can I live safely, Mia wiped away her tears again, pursed her mouth and her throat was sore and silent.

She just wanted to cry, to vent.

Sherlock didn't speak, and Mia also let go of the hand that was pulling the clothes for him. The fold stayed there more stubbornly than Mia, without a trace of being pulled straight.

No one spoke in the room, and the silence was dull.

Around the eyes were red, Mia sobbed aloud, and then held back.

"You can't cry anymore, Mia." Sherlock poked Mia's head lightly, like the wind blowing a blade of grass. "It is said in the book that if you cry too much, your eyes will go blind."

Mia stopped the car, and she stared at him with wide eyes, "Really...really?"

Sherlock: "I lied to you, I didn't expect that."

Mia cried even harder all of a sudden.

Sherlock, who thought he would be amused: "...Hey, do you need a hug?"

With tears all over her face, Mia grabbed his coat and buried it in Sherlock's chest, and Sherlock could feel the heat of the other's tears through the clothes.

Sherlock, who wanted to say something, closed his mouth. Mycroft said that it is best not to speak in front of girls.

In fact, Mia seldom cries. If she wants to cry, she will cry secretly by herself when no one is around.She is sensitive and fragile, she is afraid of the world and wants to live, she doesn't want Hannibal to worry, she doesn't want them to worry about herself, so she carefully hides that little fear, and tries her best to live happily.

"I'm not going out anymore..." Mia spoke vaguely while crying, but Sherlock who was close could hear clearly, "I'm going to find my brother."

Sherlock: "Your brother will marry a wife."

Mia, who was crying softly, cried again: "He doesn't have a girlfriend yet..."

Sherlock: "Maybe it was already there, but I didn't tell you."

Mia, who was stabbed with a knife, just cried and didn't speak.

Sherlock hugged him a little tighter, still in a gentlemanly manner, he felt the girl in his arms sobbing softly, it seemed that she should be calmer, so he patted her on the back.

"Actually, you have to know..." Sherlock paused, but his tone was serious, "There is still one person who can protect you."

Mia grabbed his clothes tightly and pricked up her ears, "Who is it?"

"His family is well-off, and emotionally blank." Sherlock paused, "Actually, he fell in love with a silly little girl for some reason, but one of the promises he can give is protection. "

Mia's heart tightened, and she broke free a little, but Sherlock didn't let go of her, and still leaned down to hold her in his arms, but the strength was a little looser.

"He can accompany you to climb snow-capped mountains, even though he is more afraid of the cold."

"He also knows how to fight, and can break the nose of someone who wants to bully you."

Mia felt the urge to cry again, Sherlock let go of her, and sighed, "In fact, he has a bad temper, his brain is wild, and he can't make girls happy."

"I'll take you home." Sherlock put the clothes on the bedside table in a paper bag, his face was normal, as if he wasn't the protagonist of what happened just now, "you can still catch up with lunch."

Mia lowered her head and said nothing, Sherlock walked towards the door, took two steps and didn't hear the footsteps behind her, so she looked back.

Mia squatted on the ground crying with her legs hugged, looking even sadder than before.

Sherlock: Did my tone of voice cry to her again? ? ?

He put down the hand that twisted the doorknob, and squatted down in front of Mia, but squatting was a bit uncomfortable because of his long legs.

"Don't..." Mia hiccupped, "Don't look at me."

Sherlock: "Why not," he tried to amuse himself, "you have a snot bubble."

Mia: ...

Wiping her tears, Mia stood up, "Give me the clothes."

Sherlock's rebellion was ready to move, "I don't."

Mia pursed her mouth, and Sherlock stuffed the clothes bag in Mia's arms, "You go."

Mia was pushed two steps away, she held the handle and looked back at him, the clothes on Sherlock's chest were messed up by her tears, he avoided Mia's eyes, and stood by the window with his hips crossed The scenery outside.

"Then I'm leaving." Mia wiped the tears from her chin, and Sherlock responded vaguely, but still didn't look back.

Sherlock turned around at the sound of the door being closed.

Mia didn't leave, she stood by the door and looked at him with her clothes in her arms.Sherlock's elongated face retracted in an instant, "Is there anything else you haven't taken?"

Mia nodded, Sherlock took another breath in frustration, he asked what was missing without changing his face, Mia beckoned him to come over, "I have a sore throat and can't speak loudly, come here."

Sherlock straight man walked over without hesitation, Mia tiptoed to make him hang his head and whisper, and he leaned over directly.

"See you next time, Mr. Sherlock." Mia stuffed the clothes into Sherlock's arms, and he caught them. Mia tiptoed and kissed his side face.

The paper bag in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, Sherlock was calm on the surface but panicked inside and squatted down to pick up his clothes.

Mia also squatted down, began to whisper about her own shortcomings, lowered her eyebrows and did not look at Sherlock, "I am timid, very sensitive, and like to cry."

Sherlock: "Fine."

Mia: "I'm rather stupid, sometimes I can't understand when I turn around and scold me."

Sherlock: "I won't scold you."

Mia: "My brother's name is Hannibal."

Sherlock: "I'll take you home."

Mia looked up at him, "My brother has a good temper."

Sherlock: Eyes ache.

"So," Mia stammered a little, "So, do you think I'm stupid?"

"Of course not." Sherlock calmed down. He put the clothes in the paper bag and stood up. He coughed twice and lowered his head to check his shoe uppers. "Anyway, there is no one smarter than me."

Mia stood up with her eyes bent, "Then, can you send me back?"

Sherlock, whose EQ was suddenly on the line, made a gesture of invitation, "This is my honor."

Mia had never been in a relationship in her previous life. She walked beside Sherlock and pinched her fingers. Sherlock changed his clothes and walked slowly, squinting at the top of Mia's head from time to time. I saw Mia's profile and her small chin.

She looks so cute and has a very cute personality.

It was the first time for Sherlock to think about such things, he coughed and looked away, his heartbeat accelerated a little, especially after seeing the door not far away.

Mia took the bag, she didn't know whether Sherlock should be invited in, maybe he didn't want to go in or not.

But you still have to ask him.

"Want to go in and have a seat?" Mia asked cautiously. She was wearing a skirt bought by Sherlock, with a gouache shawl on her shoulders, like a budding crabapple.

Sherlock squinted at the house and pulled his coat behind him with his right hand to make sure he looked stiffer. "Oh, I think it would be more polite to pay a visit."

Mia looked at her toes, "Then, let's go in."

I don't know whether I want Robert and Mrs. Zi to be at home or not, but I can clearly hear the sound of Mia's heartbeat.

Mia was relieved not to see Billijit, who might be tinkering with her dessert crepes again. This kind of thief mentality is too frightening.

The house was very clean, and the sofa for guests was spotless. Mia put the paper bag aside and spoke to Sherlock in a low voice, "My uncle may have gone out..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mia saw Robert and Mrs. Zi walking down the stairs on the second floor leisurely.

Mia stood straight, and Sherlock, who was sitting on the sofa, also stood in a row, straight like a young poplar planted outside.

"Oh!" Mrs. Zi went downstairs a little faster, and Robert walked over quickly, being pulled by her.

"Uncle, aunt..." Mia felt that she couldn't breathe, she tried to smile, and almost passed out when Sherlock spoke.

Sherlock repeater: "Uncle and aunt."

Robert was startled for a rare moment, and Sherlock pinched himself in annoyance, his face calm as a mountain, "Hello, I am Sherlock Holmes."

"Please sit down..." Robert regained his composure, "Is Sherlock right? Don't be so nervous, I'm Mia's uncle."

"Mia mentioned it before, hello Earl Lecter." Sherlock was right this time, and he saluted Lady Purple, "Hello, Countess."

Mrs. Zi rarely saw Mia bring someone home, and it was a boy.

She covered her mouth and laughed, "The title just now is fine."

Mia didn't dare to speak anymore.

Billijit's voice came from outside the door, with surprise, "Master Hannibal, are you back?"