[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Their country house in Nice is located in a small town near the sea, with a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery. Shrubs that lack artificial maintenance grow crookedly, and wild daisies are randomly scattered on the lawn.The most important thing is that it is well isolated from the noisy tourist areas and can enjoy a piece of tranquility all to itself.

With a total population of less than 1 and low turnover, he annoyed most people the first time he came.In the next few years, he deliberately restrained his outspokenness, and he was able to greet his neighbors in French with a strong accent in a polite manner, and then sat on a bench by the side of the road like a homeless man, watching people come and go Passers-by are breathing car exhaust.

However, soon he got tired of all this, and began to stay in the study all day long, reading the books left by the previous owner.Or take a quill to record some notes that only you can understand, or design some puzzles, and solve them the next day.

This life like a classical monk makes parents shake their heads every time, but the family never forces each other to change their will, nor does it act collectively.So my father went out to sea with the fishing boat every morning, and my mother went to the beach to bask in the sun. He rummaged through the attic and climbed up and down the bookshelves.

Apart from the occasional overhearing of his parents whispering about whether Jessica had dumped him, his life in Nice was fairly peaceful.

He didn't even know why he felt at peace.In far away England, there was a psychopathic rapist who challenged him with a provocative tone and intentionally provoked him, causing him to escape here almost in desperation.

He should have been thrilled and impatient, he should have been there watching, finding the fatal opening, and destroying the man's arrogance with his own hands.However, the fighting spirit and desire to win all the time seemed to disappear at this moment. He didn't understand why, and he didn't want to understand. He just wanted to stay in this small town.

Even if it means avoiding, procrastinating, and all the things that have to do with weakness that he despises.

He found a copy of "History of French Civilization" on the bookshelf according to his memory, sat in a chair and read a few pages, but was turned off by the subjective assumptions inside.He put down the book, looked at the blue sky outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just check it out.He persuaded a little resistance inside.

His memory palace has begun to take shape. It was a good place to pass the time. In the past, he would often be reluctant to leave here.But from a certain moment, something changed.He had to strain his nerves and sneak from room to room like a thief.However, when he passed the hall, the person who shouldn't appear broke into his sight.

Jessica Harris, wearing a ginger jacket and maroon wide-leg pants, was sitting in the center of the hall, with her hands neatly placed on her lap, and she looked at him with her head tilted, her eyes were pure innocence.

He wanted to close his eyes.

But you can't close your eyes in your own mind.

In the same way, when you try not to think about something, it will appear more deeply in your mind instead.

So he watched the figure of "Jessica" become more and more clear, with a few raised hairs on the top of the head, thick eyebrows that were messy and unmodified, light freckles on the cheekbones, and the collar was slightly collapsed at the collarbone... the light Incomparably natural, every detail becomes lifelike, and even the contrasting colors on her body become harmonious.

He sighed inwardly.

This is all due to a coincidence.One day, "Jessica" stretched out a pale hand from the cabinet, and then crawled out on all fours, a bit like a scene in a horror movie - so it is not surprising that he fell to the ground .

"Stop fooling yourself."

He didn't need to look to know it was the lingering Mycroft.

"You're just terrified, by yourself," "Mycroft" sneered.

"Go away," he said, and "Mycroft" disappeared in an instant.

If only the real-life Mycroft could disappear so easily.

And "Jessica" still sat there quietly, showing a shy smile from time to time, as if she was sorry to disturb him-but he didn't believe it-if she was really sorry, she should immediately, immediately, Get out of his mind and give him back his memory palace.

"I built every brick and tile here," he said to "Jessica" from a distance of more than ten meters, "You have no right to be here."

"Jessica" didn't seem to hear what he said, but looked at him curiously.

"You're annoying like this," he went on. "I can't do anything now."

"Jessica" was still blinking, sitting upright in the chair, not conscious at all.

He took a few steps back, but "Jessica" got closer to him, so close that he could see the fine hair on her face, which made him want to reach out and touch the top of her head.

This is too neurotic.

"You're not real, are you?" he said dejectedly. "You can't even talk, you just sit here. She can be very verbose sometimes."

Not getting a response, he murmured to himself: "She is a person who doesn't match her words and deeds. She always lies, even if it's a harmless little lie, but it's always a bad habit... She has no self at all, and she never thinks of anything else. Others, what Raymond, Margaret or something, even Joseph. Worst of all, she sometimes speaks in a grown-up tone, which is very, very annoying, and probably the biggest stain on her personality... ..."

This sudden desire to confide made him pour out all his good and bad thoughts regardless, "She is very beautiful, who knows, her facial features are close to the golden ratio, theoretically it will increase the visual beauty, But it would be unfair for my parents to think that I was dumped based on this, when in fact..."

What is it actually?

"Say something." He looked at "Jessica" who had been smiling all the time, her eyes were wet, like some kind of docile animal.

So "Jessica" finally opened her mouth slightly.

"Wang."

"..."

His jaw was a little bit out of place, and it took a while for him to return to normal, and he whispered unconvincingly, "Sometimes reticence is also an advantage."

But now he has lost this valuable advantage, because he couldn't help but continued, "I hit Joseph, if I were given another chance, I would still punch him, but..."

He pondered for a while before uttering a few words with difficulty, "I lost."

He lost terribly.

It's not that I lost to Joseph, but I lost to myself.

He is not a person who advocates force, nor is he happy to use violence to solve problems.Anger can make people lose their minds. He knows this and often uses it, so no matter what the situation, he has always been a calm and self-possessed person.

But some people just make him lose his mind.

"And she saw it," he said, "she saw it."

"Jessica" made a sad look, as if empatheticly pitying him.

"Will she be afraid of me?" he asked, and no one answered him, only echoes of echoes fled around the palace.

Maybe not, she would still follow him cautiously like before, making some requests that he couldn't refuse.

"But I'm afraid of myself."

"Jessica" raised her head in bewilderment, her cheeks flushed slightly in the sun.Only then did he realize that the entire hall had become pitch black, except for a beam of intense sunlight shining through the center, covering "Jessica" in a halo.

"I'm an atheist," he said dryly. "The religious undertones are too obvious."

It was as if someone hid behind the stage and called a halt to it all, and the world returned to light.

"You don't have to be afraid of yourself," "Jessica" said the first sentence so far, "When everyone can't control themselves, don't blame yourself."

He subconsciously assessed the sincerity of the "Jessica" in front of him, and was overwhelmed by his own stupidity almost immediately.

"I imagined you," he twitched the corner of his mouth, "so what you are saying now is what I want you to say. No matter how much it looks like what she would say, it is correct and useless."

But just like this, he also got a little comfort from it.

"Jessica" smiled again, her eyes curved into an arc, her nose wrinkled, like an innocent child.This is not ridicule, but heartfelt pleasure.

He suddenly felt that this was not bad, "You can stay here, as long as you keep silent like this."

"I'm here," "Mycroft" blocked his eyes, "because I'm useful, but what is she for?"

"Because she's stuck here and doesn't want to leave." He shrugged naturally.

"You realize that's what losers do, don't you?" "Mycroft" raged. "Where's your self-control? You're like a goddamned coward now. If you're brave enough, you'll You should confess to that Jessica! It doesn’t matter whether she will reject you, slap you, or let you, a violent madman, go away!”

He listened to the roar of "Macroft" motionless, until "Macroph" who had nothing to say gave him a hateful look, turned and left.

Then "Jessica" disappeared, and he was the only one left in the crowded hall.He sat on the steps, but there was no joy of relief in the hard-earned silence.

"I'm not really brave enough," he said to himself with his head down, "so I'm going to be so lonely forever."

With barely a pause, "Jessica" reappears with her own spotlight.She still looks like a wooden beauty, but from time to time there will be a little star in her eyes.

He couldn't help approaching until he also entered the beam.

"You're still with me," he said.

"Jessica" nodded.

"At least I won't hurt you."

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