[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Joseph's house was about three blocks from hers.It looks no different from the house next to it from the outside, and the interior decoration is also considered warm.Lace-upholstered bay windows, deer heads on the walls, and decorative fireplaces with long-necked vases and several small plaster statues of Greek gods.It's just that those simple furnishings are always awkward.For example, half of the not-so-spacious living room was empty, and even a long-haired carpet was rolled up.There is no chair on the other side of the long dining table, and all the furnishings are biased to one side, making one wonder if the owner is a fan of asymmetrical designs.

"My grandfather got into a wheelchair a few years ago," Joseph explained, "so the house was remodeled."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's nothing."

Jessica looked around and followed Joseph back to the living room.

Joseph gestured for her to sit on the armchair by the window, then went to the stairs and stretched his neck, shouting, "Wendy! Come down and pour a cup of tea for the guests!"

There were thumping footsteps on the floor upstairs, and a thin woman walked down quickly, with her head hanging on her chest and her hands crossed in front of her, looking very cramped.After seeing Joseph, the woman nodded slightly and bowed even deeper.She walked around the coffee table, almost trotting across the living room, and disappeared on the other side of the corridor.

"I'm sorry," Joseph smiled, "Wendy has always been so timid. She was grandfather's nurse, and she lived with us all the time."

"..." Jessica nodded without speaking, and was surprised by Wendy's retro servant attire—it looked like a court maid from "Queen Margot".

"My grandfather used to be an aristocrat in a small country, so..." Joseph seemed to see Jessica's doubts, "He doesn't recognize people very much now, including me, and it's easier for Wendy to dress like this. provide help."

"I'm so sorry," Jessica looked away from Wendy's disappearing direction with some embarrassment, "I shouldn't be so curious..."

"It's okay, it's no secret at all,"

Joseph stopped Wendy who was carrying tea and snacks, and took the tray from her, "Wendy, you can go upstairs."

Wendy replied dumbly, her face turned at a small angle, and her hollow black eyes rolled.Just when Jessica thought she was going to turn around, Joseph clenched his fist and coughed lightly.

Wendy immediately lowered her head and went upstairs quickly. "I know it's weird," Joseph said, handing Jessica a cup of hot tea, "but my parents are dead, and I've lived with my grandfather and Wendy since I was little."

Jessica took the tea and looked at Joseph with a calm face, "Joe, I'm very..."

"You have apologized enough today." Joseph shook his head and stopped her. "I know my fate is different from others, but there is nothing to be sorry about."

The bright sunlight shone through the low window on the gold velvet armchair. Joseph picked up the steaming tea and took a sip.A thin layer of fog formed on his glasses, which soon dissipated, revealing gentle eyes.

"But my grandfather was an extraordinary man," he continued, "and I'm lucky enough to have someone like him in my life."

"Then this should be very difficult for you," Jessica subconsciously glanced at the stairs, where Joseph's grandfather with Alzheimer's disease was upstairs, "Especially at your age, when something like this happens , it's too bad."

What was Joseph usually doing when he was in Naples?Flirting with nurses and surfing on the beach, Jasmine Amber never imagined that he had such a rough life experience and unfortunate encounters.

"It can only be said that people's ability to bear is always greater than what they imagine."

Joseph put down his teacup, lowered his eyelids and showed a nostalgic smile, "He used to be my idol, and before he got sick, he was always the best psychological counselor. Every patient, or client, in his After a while, it’s a different person, it’s not the same depression. That’s my goal, like this, to help people.”

Jessica folded her hands on her knees and nodded silently.Later, Joseph did become a person who helped others. He used the utmost patience to help Jasmine who had no business, so that she could have a second life on the verge of dying.

"But now..." Joseph lowered his voice, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I shouldn't say these things."

"it does not matter."

"No, I should stop before you get scared away."

Joseph stood up, straightened his clothes, and acted as if everything was ready, "Come on, Juliet."

Jessica laughed and took the "script" out of her bag.

**********

They matched their lines and burst out laughing.

Jessica stood on the coffee table, pretending to be Juliet on the balcony, and sighed under the love of "Romeo".Joseph chanted, "Because I look up at you in the night, like a mortal..."

If Jessica is really as young as this body, or if Joseph is a few years older, she will really indulge in this affectionate look.

Anyway, Jessica thinks she's a lot better than Taylor Swift.It wasn't until Joseph got the part of Sherlock, screaming "Miss-Miss--" that Jessica gave in.She laughed so hard that she hugged her stomach and almost fell off the coffee table.

"We have to make Sherlock do the same..." Jessica jumped off, holding Joseph's hand, panting.

"I'd do it for you, Juliet," Joseph blinked, "even if Sherlock would kill me for it."

"Then I will die for you, Romeo." Jessica also wanted to blink, but couldn't help laughing again, "To be honest, I really didn't expect Sherlock would be willing to 'waste' his time to attend Our kind of boring activity. I don't think he cares about grades or credits."

"Why do you say that? You're like...friends?"

"Uh," Jessica sat on the chair to calm her breath, and took a sip of the half-cold tea, "I don't know either, um—maybe he really considers me a friend? I don't know."

Sherlock had helped her a lot, including about those photos, and of course it was best for both parties to forget about it and pretend it never happened.And there's a lot more to it than that... It seems like after she asked for Sherlock's help with Margaret, there was more overlap between them.The first step in making friends is to help each other. Although it is still one-sided at present, Jessica still feels that she has done a good job.

But whether Sherlock considers her a friend is still a mystery.Even Jasmine Amber used to wonder sometimes, if she was no longer a forensic doctor and could no longer help Sherlock, would they still be friends?

But Jessica Harris didn't have much choice. Whether Sherlock wanted it or not, she had to follow him or die.

"I just think Sherlock has a great relationship with your brother," Joseph shrugged, "just you know... well, I don't know if I should say it, but..."

Jessica looked suspiciously at Joseph who suddenly became hesitant, "Of course, you can say whatever you want."

Joseph sat down on the chair across from him, groaning silently, rubbing one hand on the armrest, as if he was having some internal struggle.Finally he sighed and said, "It will make you feel...a little unprofessional...but..."

"so?"

"Sherlock used to be my grandfather's client." Joseph sighed again, "About four or five years ago, my grandfather had quite a few clients at that time, but Sherlock was the most special one."

Jessica's hand holding the cup froze.

"My grandfather didn't allow me to come out when he had guests, but I used to peek at him through the crack of the door," Joseph recalls. "I have to say, Sherlock was... abnormal, gloomy, There is no reaction to the outside world...”

"Wait, you mean, Sherlock used to come here because of psychological problems?"

"Yes, he has been here for several months."

Jessica vaguely remembers that she was still in the hospital because of Will, and Sherlock said that she had a psychological breakdown.But Joseph's grandfather was his psychiatrist?She knew it for the first time.

Joseph took off his glasses, put them on the table, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and continued: "Grandfather was very impressed with Sherlock, he often said, 'If you are half as smart as Sherlock, I won't have any worries', I was just a rebellious kid, jealous of this 'wunderkind' who came to the house every week."

He smiled embarrassedly, "So one time, I didn't stay in the room obediently, but opened the door directly, so Sherlock saw me, and I will never forget his look in my life, and then he gave me One punch..."

"What?" Jessica's eyes widened, "He hit you?"

"Yes, I was scolded by my grandfather in the end." Joseph spread his hands helplessly, "I was severely punished. After that, I never dared to peek through the crack of the door again."

"But..." Jessica thought about it for a while, and felt that Sherlock seemed to be normal to Joseph now, the same as he was to others - ignoring them equally.

"Sherlock seems to have forgotten me when he grew up and didn't know me at all. But last time, he expressed his appreciation for my grandfather, which made my impression of him a little better. I didn't say this to... whatever it is, only……"

Joseph looked at Jessica hesitantly, "I think, personally, he is very dangerous."

"He is indeed dangerous," Jessica couldn't help laughing, "but not the sexy kind."

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had made an inappropriate joke, and it was still against an underage child.But Joseph still gave a chuckle, but a worried look appeared on his face.As if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and said, "I read Sherlock's medical records here not long ago, and he has violent tendencies induced by ptsd."

Jessica froze for a moment, her smile slowly fading away.She looked up to see Joseph's serious face.He said seriously, "I'm not kidding. Whatever you think of me because of it, I've got to tell you."

"Hmm..." Jessica didn't know what to say, "I..."

"It's just a reminder, you don't need to take it to heart." Joseph regained his relaxed state, and he picked up the script again, "I think we can get the words right again."

Jessica frowned, and also focused on Juliet's lines, but a huge question mark rose in her heart.

The author has something to say:

Thank you [Magic Chestnut with Magical Power] Thunder of Chestnut Baby! !So touched! !

ps The author has a bit of procrastination caused by perfectionism, so he is very, very slow (to the fingers) and doesn't like to write casually, so the output is a bit unstable_(:з」∠)_

Then I came back yesterday and didn’t write much hahahaha (embarrassed) I might write a short chapter later depending on the situation

But it won't be cheated! !It is impossible for perfectionism to leave a hole in the column! !Do not worry

Seeing that the 21st is coming, I haven't saved the manuscript yet (true pill)_(:з」∠)_

Does anyone remember the 21st?