[Shen Xia] Britannia Rose

Isabella bought herself a train ticket for the return journey, and the train would stop at this station in 15 minutes. She went to the small vendor on the platform and ordered a fish and chips.Isabella found a clean waiting chair. She swiped Twitter and entered the serial disappearance case in London. There were very few people discussing this case. It’s not bad that the case has passed for a few years, but there must be some missing people The family members of the family posted some missing person notices on the Internet.But this is the fact. Isabella exited the search page and refreshed the homepage for a while. The world trend is hotly discussing which famous ladies from all over the world will participate in this year's Queen's Dinner. Isabella curled her lips. Showing off your wealth is showing off your father, which is meaningless.

There was no other useful news, so Isabella had no choice but to focus on the outside of the screen. She looked at travelers carrying large and small suitcases back and forth, and guessed each other's identity and experience tirelessly.Like the freckled woman directly in front of her, that's a single mother, look at the milk stains on her cuffs and empty ring finger, she's having a hard time, haggard eyes, sunken cheeks, and she's as dry as dry grass The same hair, the woman's clothes are bloated, and it doesn't seem to be the size that suits her. It should be a cheap product that is on sale in a nearby supermarket.She has a daughter, as can be seen from the suitcase she is lugging, with an old pink Barbie charm hanging from it.

The woman quickly checked the ticket with the suitcase, and Isabella deduced that she was going to Manchester.

After stuffing the last French fries into her mouth, Isabella got up and walked towards the ticket gate. She should be the strangest person among these passengers. She didn't even have a small backpack all over her body, as if she was just here for sightseeing.

After successfully finding her seat, Isabella took out a newspaper to pass the time, and suddenly someone asked her politely: "Hello, little girl, can you help me lift the suitcase to the shelf?"

It was an old woman with gray hair, her face was full of wrinkles and ravines, and she was cautiously asking Isabella to do her a little favor.

"Of course." Isabella raised her hand and stuffed the suitcase into the shelf. The old woman let out a long sigh of relief. She happened to be sitting opposite Isabella, and she had a kindness towards Isabella who had just helped her. feel.

"Thank you, you are so kind," the old woman took out a handful of salty peas from the cloth bag she carried with her, and handed them to Isabella tremblingly, "Try it, I cooked it myself."

Isabella thanked her, clutching the beans in her hand but not eating them.

Seeing this, the old woman didn't say anything more. She silently put her feet under the seat and rubbed her chapped and dry hands. Isabella noticed that the hands were covered with frostbite and small wounds. The fingernails were stained black and yellow by the mud, and the old woman must have done a lot of farm work.

The train left Horsham with a bang, and the flight attendant checked the tickets from front to back. When the old woman was found, she slowly took out a ticket from the tightly wrapped wallet. Give it back to her.Isabella saw a photo in the purse of the old woman. It was a young man with a bright smile and a strong figure. She could tell that she should take it out and look at it frequently. The corner of the photo began to fade.

The old woman wanted to put the ticket in a stack of receipts, but her eyes were blurred and her hands were shaking. The precious photo shot out and landed right at Isabella's feet.

"Ah! My picture..."

Isabella bent down, picked up the photo and handed it to the old woman. She hurriedly looked at the photo, blowing the dust on it, then smiled at Isabella apologetically, and said, "Thank you so much , you helped me a lot again."

"It's nothing, it's just a trivial matter," Isabella kindly reminded when she saw that she had been looking at the young man in the photo, "You can put a plastic seal on the photo so that it won't be corroded by sweat."

"Ah, well, thank you, but where should I buy it?"

"Supermarkets or grocery stores, they're available. They're not expensive," Isabella said.

The old woman put the photo back carefully. She zipped up the wallet, put the wallet into the cloth bag, and finally patted it.She smiled shyly, "Sorry, it's my son in the photo."

"Well, he is very handsome, he must be a sunny boy." Isabella complimented casually.

"He is, he was the highest scholarship he got at Imperial College! And he played football very well. He is so cheerful and lively, my favorite Calvin... He once acted bravely and saved a man who committed suicide by jumping into a river. The girl of my daughter..." As soon as her son was mentioned, the old woman proudly opened up the chatterbox. She babbled a lot, until finally she gradually choked up in a low voice, "It's a pity...he finally left me..."

"I'm sorry," said Isabella sympathetically.

"But he is a hero, do you know?" The old woman wiped her tears, she looked into Isabella's eyes sincerely, and said, "He worked for the country and died because of the country, I am proud of him .”

"He must be a good cop."

"Police? No, he's not," the old woman shook her head. "The place he worked for has no name, only a code name, and no honor after death. But I know that my son is a great hero..."

Isabella suddenly understood, and she spoke with difficulty: "Excuse me, does your son work for the Military Intelligence Department?"

"I can't remember...there is only one number," the old woman slowly opened her mouth, and Isabella got the number that made her heart sink from her mouth, "six."

Military 丨 MI[-].

The old woman was still narrating slowly, but Isabella felt that she could hardly breathe. For the first time, she felt that the closed train compartment was like a crowded can of sardines, which made her unable to breathe.

"His body lay quietly in the Thames all night..."

"I can't find his head, I can't find it anywhere, but there is a birthmark on the sole of Calvin's foot, I recognized it at a glance..."

"For three years, I have often received huge sums of money from anonymous calls. I know it is Cavin's pension. I don't want to spend that money. I would rather grow some fruits and vegetables in the countryside and sell them..."

The dead body in the Thames three years ago!Isabella was about to retch, the headless corpse whose identity information could not be found was the old woman's son——Kavin, he was an agent under McCoff!

"He's a cold-blooded bastard..."

Sherlock's indifferent and hateful words played back in Isabella's ears, and the things that she had finally suppressed and ignored came to her mind again. Mycroft's cold eyes caused John's death, and he should be responsible for it!

should it?Isabella had a splitting headache. He had his considerations. She tried hard to persuade herself to understand McCoff. After three years, didn't she understand his character and style?An extremely sensible and cold-hearted politician!Mycroft Holmes never does things that are not beneficial.

Did she really think that McCoff had taken care of her a lot in the past three years, did she mistakenly think that he would consider issues from her own point of view?No, he doesn't even care about his own brother.He is like a towering iceberg, whether it is a tough sword, gun or stick, or a gentle scorching sun, nothing can change him in the slightest.

Isabella was speechless, her face was pale, and at the first moment when the train arrived at the station, she stumbled down the carriage and walked towards the school as if she lost her soul.

The author has something to say:

Brother Mai is miserable, his younger brother and wife misunderstand him.

The setting is that there is a misunderstanding between Xia Xia and his brother in college. He thinks that it is a waste of talent to be a politician with his brother's intelligence.He has no way to understand his brother, nor can he know the pain that Maggie is weighing between his family and the country.

Brother Mai was self-defeating, he underestimated Xia Xia's desire for friendship between normal people (?), he thought Xia Xia didn't need meaningless feelings.

John