[Comprehensive] Sherlock's Secret

Su Fu agrees with Sherlock's criticism, and also appreciates Adele's determination and courage to face her terrible mistakes. She confessed her mistakes to her father and brother, and severed all contact with Jerry Vicente.

When Su Fu went to get the box that day, she was arranging and throwing away all the things related to him - those treasures that she had carefully cared for.

No one is born with the ability to rationally judge all right and wrong, Su Fu thought, the meaning of tolerance is not to tolerate weakness and mistakes, everyone has weaknesses, and in his weakest aspect, everyone can be cut and smashed Broken, if this is not tolerated, then this world is too indifferent. {note 1}

The bar party was held by Adele's friends to celebrate her getting rid of the suspicion of injustice, and only Su Fu and Adele herself knew the truth. She seemed very willing to get rid of this matter in a carnival way like a party Unhappy with what was left, and eagerly invited Su Fu to join him.

In Su Fu's long-term impression, the pub is probably the small shop run by Aberforth in Hogsmeade, with the blonde Ariana hanging on the wall, offering butter beer and flame whiskey, but without the honey she likes Alcohol, the three teachings and nine streams are not limited.

Su Fu used to spend a very long time in that bar, so the impression of the bar has always been based on the small, dark, and very dirty room. She has suggested to Ah Bu countless times Forth replaced the sign with the bloody pig's head and cleaned the bar, but it was of no use. The old guy was ten thousand times more stubborn than his brother.

She had hardly been in any pub since leaving the Hog's Head, so Sherlock's mention of Brick Lane was completely unknown to her, who had settled in London for two or three years.

The Red Cherry Bar on the east side of Bicester is a place where young people in the town like to go. According to Adele, it has the best drinks and wines in the town, the most handsome singers and beautiful girls. The atmosphere has always been very good. After coming here, many troubles will be forgotten.

Su Fu didn't take it seriously, but followed her anyway.

The atmosphere in the bar was really good—it wasn’t as she had imagined, with dim light, flickering lights, noisy heavy metal rock and strong smell of alcohol powder. On the contrary, the place was brightly lit, and the mahogany bar counter and cabinets were neatly arranged There are shiny wine bottles and various wine glasses, exaggerated and unrestrained Baroque decoration style, a dark brown spiral staircase connects the dance floor below and a small two-meter-high platform,

When Su Fu left, a young man was strumming the guitar on the small central stage, singing a ballad that Su Fu had never heard before. She went to the bar and skillfully said to the bartender: "I want two glasses of 'cherry'——"

She said and turned to Su Fu: "Su, you must try the 'cherry' wine, it's the best here..."

The bartender nodded knowingly, smiled and mixed two glasses of wine, a clear martini glass with bright red cherry fruit dotted on the rim, crisp ice cubes that collided, and light brown cold wine.

Adele motioned her to taste it, Su Fu lowered her head and took a sip, feeling as if her taste buds had been pricked by a needle, the spicy and long touch lingered on her tongue, obviously the first reaction should be the sense of taste, but she felt I seem to have pain and feelings that go deep into the bone marrow.

This is a real drink.

And she hadn't had a drop of alcohol since Amaranta's death.

……

Adele was quickly dragged away by her friends. Su Fu sat on the high chair in front of the bar, holding the cup of "cherry", squinting at the pupils and figures around him, feeling in a trance that there seemed to be countless lights and shadows They were all retreating, and heavy winds were blowing from all directions, forcing her to curl up in the most primitive corner, accepting death motionless.

As she was thinking, a person suddenly stood beside her.

Su Fu paused while holding the wine glass, without raising his head, he said, "I thought you weren't coming."

Sherlock pulled another chair beside him and sat down, "You come to the bar just to stare at a glass of wine?"

"...I'm just not used to it, I rarely come to bars, and I rarely drink."

"I remember you invited me to drink your mead last time—"

"That's not considered wine," Su Fu laughed negligently, "You won't get drunk after drinking honey wine ripened by oak wood. Although it's called wine, I think it's just a drink."

Sherlock's voice couldn't hear any special meaning: "Your living habits are really good."

At this time, the guitarist on the stage had already changed a song, and the tune was still cheerful, complex, unrestrained and enthusiastic, and the track changed quickly. Su Fu stared at the guitarist who was almost playing with his fingers and said: "I think this song Much better than electronic rock."

"Flamenco."

"what?"

Sherlock repeated impatiently: "—flamenco, the musical form created by the gypsies during their wanderings, he played it exactly."

"Huh," Su Fu tilted his head, "It's really nice."

Sherlock seemed uninterested, he refused the bartender's inquiry about what kind of drink he wanted, and asked Su Fu, "Why don't you go dance with them?"

Su Fu squinted his eyes for a while and said, "I don't know."

After a pause for a few seconds, he still said, "I haven't attended any parties since Amaranta passed away."

Her death was like a watershed. If Su Fu's experience before this was quite rich and colorful, then after she died, everything was turned upside down, and blood and loneliness became the whole of her life. The gloom and despair that were depressed in the heart when the eye consciousness was clear are still as deep as a memory, and can never be let go.

After a few seconds, Sherlock suddenly said dryly: "You should forget about her."

Su Fu was stunned for a moment, and then burst into a smile. She raised her glass and drank it down, biting the edge of the glass with her teeth, and the irregular light brown ice cubes were still swaying in the glass. The cherry fruit in her mouth became more and more bright red like blood, or in other words, it was the cherry that made her face paler by comparison.

"A bottle of brandy."

A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind, as if it had a certain metallic texture, and it seemed that even the voice had become dry and stagnant after not speaking for a long time.

Su Fu turned his head and saw a tall, thin young man in a black sweater and a hood standing behind him on the left, keeping a distance of about half a meter from himself, and handed a few banknotes to the bartender at the bar.

He turned sideways and wore a hat again, so Su Fu could only see his abnormally sharp jaw line and hooked nose tip cut by light and shadow.

As if aware of Su Fu's gaze, he slightly turned his head and glanced at Su Fu. He couldn't see his eyes, but felt the coldness and indifference in his eyes.

The bartender gave him a bottle of wine from the cabinet, and when he took the money, he subconsciously said, "Too much—"

"keep the change."

The young man said something in a low voice, turned around and left the bar in a hurry.

His side rubbed the tail of Su Fu's hair when he turned around, and Su Fu smelled a sweet fragrance, like some kind of flower that just bloomed.

It is obviously a very bright smell, but that person - he is so gloomy and gloomy, as if he once walked through a sea of ​​blooming flowers, but he never smiled at all, just left a little bit of fragrance on the hem of his clothes fang.

She was about to ask Sherlock if he had noticed the man just now, but when she turned her head and found that he had gone somewhere, she jumped off the chair and looked around, and finally found it among a few chattering young people in the corner. He, a flaxen-haired boy among them, didn't know what to say, Sherlock leaned forward and back with a smile, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously.

I don't know what this guy is doing again... Su Fu rolled his eyes, just when Adele came to look for her, she followed.

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Half an hour later, Sherlock walked out of the bar, and night had already fallen.

The stars in the sky are dimmed, the sky is clear, and the first quarter moon floats in the clouds.

Behind him, the faint yellow light shines through the patterned glass of the bar, reflecting the slender shadows of dancers jumping back and forth, and the cheerful music of flamenco is faintly rising and falling, while in front of him, a winding road stretches out , to the unknown depths of the vast night.

A white road sign stood alone, a strange figure blurred by the night, the crow screamed twice, and when it flapped its wings and flew over his head, a black feather landed at his feet. In the gray grass.

The sea breeze carried the sound of the waves, and Sherlock zipped up his jacket, and when he was about to leave, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He took it out, and it showed the first text message someone ever sent him on his own initiative——

【Where did you go——S·F】

【The entrance of the bar——S·H】

【Wait for me for a few minutes, come out right away——S·F】

Sherlock put on his mobile phone, leaned against the white fence and stood still for a few seconds, his slender fingers flicked in his pockets - picked out half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he took a cigarette and lit it on his lips .

He flicked his fingers, and the scarlet hot sparks flashed, disappearing in the cold air of tonight.

When the smoke rises and falls, the dandelions beside the fence are blown away by the wind.

The cigarette was halfway burned, the door of the bar was pushed open with a clang, and the hustle and bustle was fleeting, and a young woman with long black hair came out. The door closed, and the noise and bustle were shut behind her, and she was facing The vastness of night and solitude, come up to him.

The wind that blew away the dandelions rushed to her ears, and the chill like light snow penetrated into her bones, and she shivered unexpectedly.

Su Fu frowned and asked, "Where did you get the cigarettes?"

"It was given to me just now..." Sherlock said vaguely, and raised his finger holding the cigarette to take a puff.

"Stop smoking, it's bad for your health," Su Fu interrupted him, and reached out his hand, "Give it to me."

Sherlock's deep eyes glowed with some kind of fine golden light in the night, he stared at Su Fu for a few seconds, his eyes were indifferent and penetrating, like the cold starlight of a hundred thousand light-years away——

He pulled the corners of his eyes, as if he was helpless, or just bored, but he finally handed the cigarette with only a small half left in Su Fu's hand.

Su Fu directly extinguished it and threw it into the trash can.

She said: "You shouldn't have come out so early just now, I sang a song for them."

Sherlock said bluntly: "You don't sing very well."

Su Fu remained expressionless: "But I just want to sing to you again, what if it hurts your ears?"

Sherlock gave a short laugh, turned his eyes slightly, glanced at her and said: "For the sake of you and I being in the same group - I reluctantly accept it."

Su Fu stared at him in disgust: "It's still a gang... It's as if we are going to kill and set fire."

As she spoke, she cleared her throat, raised her chin slightly, and faced the cold night wind——

"Бльшеянедамсясмуткувполон (I will no longer be a prisoner of sorrow),

неназдоженеменепечаль, (I will not let sorrow overtake me),

Янезаплачузатобойзнов (I will not cry for you again),

Прощавайпрощавай (Farewell, Farewell),

любийлюбий (dear dear),

Двчводнурчкуневвйдешне благаймене (I won't step into the same river again don't beg me)..."

Her voice is a little low, and the timbre is not very pleasant, but she speaks very calm and gentle, and rarely speaks harshly, so after listening to it for a long time, it will remind people of the clear wind in the distant wilderness and the gentle breeze of the sea. wave.

Singing is even more gentle, the wind in the night is slight and quiet, the branches and leaves of the trees on the sidewalk are rustling but quieter, and the strange and vague cries of night owls in the distance are all turned into a noisy background sound like running water. It seemed to melt into her voice.

Su Fu sang a few words and then stopped, and Sherlock asked in the vague wind, "Russian?"

"Ukrainian."

Sherlock frowned, and said in a flat voice for a while, "What languages ​​do you know besides English, Chinese and Ukrainian?"

Su Fu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "...you don't understand hahaha - when I sang to them just now, no one understood. I only sang a few lines and kept repeating them because forgot-"

Sherlock: "..."

She laughed enough, and finally patted Sherlock on the shoulder and said, "I only know how to sing a Ukrainian song. The only languages ​​I understand are Chinese, English and German. You can rest assured."

Sherlock moved his shoulders, as if he wanted to shrug his shoulders, but in the end he didn't move, just took a bigger step, and said without looking back: "We leave Bicester tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Su Fu followed, "Going back to London?"

"Not yet..."

The author has something to say: Is this a relationship line... Wangtian.

The number of words in this chapter is longer than usual, because I feel that the plot seems unreasonable to take it apart... I shivered while holding my little manuscript box.

The title of the song is translated into Chinese as "River", but I can't type the original name. If you want to listen to it, you can also search for "LUBOV".

I wish you all the courage and courage to cut off the imperfect past. Even if there are no stars and seas in the future, there will still be dim lights, birds and grass growing, and people who love you—such as me, hehehehehehehe.

Love you guys.