[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

However, not only Jessica forgot Raymond's birthday, but even Raymond forgot his own birthday.

Jessica made several consecutive phone calls to the place where he worked, only to learn that he had left at 4 pm.Of course, she couldn't find Harry, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief—even if Joanna and Mark were open-minded, they had to take into account Raymond and Harry's tolerance for this kind of shock.

Before evening, Raymond arrived home, covered in moisture and dust, but with a relaxed expression on his face.He rushed into the house with a dirty football in his arms, almost bumping into Jessica who was waiting in the hallway.

"Hush——" Jessica glanced in the direction of the kitchen. She dared to say that Joanna must have heard the movement of the car outside, but before she showed up, Jessica had to give Raymond a mental preparation in advance.So taking advantage of Raymond's puzzled look, she said quickly, "Listen, they know about you and Harry, I mean, Mom and Dad."

"What?" Raymond froze in place as if petrified, "Why, why?"

"I don't know either," Jessica quickly added after seeing Joanna's figure appearing at the kitchen door out of the corner of her eye, "But they don't seem to know very well, but their attitude is very positive, very positive!"

Raymond looked at her in horror, and hugged the football in his arms even tighter as if it was cold.

"Raymond, it's okay..." Jessica patted him on the shoulder and comforted him palely.She wanted to continue to say something, but Joanna had already come in front of them.

Joanna turned her worried eyes around Raymond, "What happened? You look... uh, you got hit on the head while playing football?"

Raymond opened his mouth wide but couldn't speak. In the end, he just shook his head. This loss of language function seemed to mean that his brain was really damaged.

"Maybe he's tired..." Jessica laughed dryly, and her hands twisted Raymond's arm mercilessly.

"Oh," said Raymond mechanically, like a deflated squealing chicken.He looked first at Jessica, then at Joanna, and said hoarsely, "I should have told you and Dad earlier, but I was too late."

This time it was Joanna who was stunned. She blinked a few times quickly and said with trembling lips, "So, is that what I think?"

"I don't know what you're thinking, but yeah, it's the worst kind, and I like boys, always have." Raymond shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "I didn't think about it not long ago , just thought it was fun, cool, different...but none of that was true, right? Although only one thing changed on the surface, in fact my whole life changed... I, I almost Doubt if this is really the world I used to live in..."

The circles of his eyes began to turn red, and his speech became stuttering.But in front of him, Joanna's tears were already welling up in her eyes.

"Stop talking, baby." Joanna reached out and took Raymond into her arms, stroking the top of his head, "You will always be my son, my treasure."

The football in Raymond's hand fell in response, hitting the floor with a dull sound.

***

For some unknown reason, Jessica had an urge to escape in this warm scene, so she walked out from the open door and wandered aimlessly along the street.

Her mood was still a little turbulent, but at the same time, there was also an indescribable sense of loss.It was as if an actor who had gotten too deep into the play suddenly realized that he was acting, forgot the next line of dialogue in an instant, looked out of place on the stage, and could only get off the stage in despair amid the boos of the audience.

In fact, until now, she rarely thought about what the real Jessica would do.In just a few months, she herself has become inseparable from "Jessica", her mind and body are integrated into one.Just at that moment, she suddenly felt that Joanna and Raymond should be given some space.

And that's not a bad idea.

The golden-red sun is dying on the horizon. Looking down from here, the urban buildings are neatly arranged like miniature models, and the freshly mowed lawn exudes a fresh smell.Jessica walked slowly down the hill along the driveway, the asphalt under her feet still stored the residual heat of the setting sun, spreading through the thin soles of her slippers to her limbs, making her feel lazy.

As she got closer to the bottom of the mountain, the lush trees on both sides became taller and taller, losing the temperature of the afterglow, and the coolness seeped into her skin through her thin shawl.

Jessica couldn't help thinking about whether it was time to go back, but her footsteps still turned around a turning point involuntarily. At this time, a blue and white police car with large letters on it was driving towards her.

She stopped in her tracks, watching this very familiar police car slide to a stop beside her.The car door opened, and Sherlock, who was frowning tightly, appeared in front of her.

"So," he looked at Jessica, as if evaluating something, "what happened to make you look like a homeless gypsy?"

Jessica looked down at the slippers on her feet, "Nothing happened, I just...wanted to go for a walk."

"Hey, Jessica!" Lestrade leaned out of the driver's seat and waved at her, "It's good to meet you! So I'll leave Sherlock to you, goodbye!"

Jessica watched him deftly turn the steering wheel, make a 180-degree turn on the narrow road, and then disappear on the other side of the mountain.

"He seems to be in a hurry?" Jessica turned her head blankly, and found that Sherlock had a gloomy expression, his eyes were almost fixed on her face, and he hadn't stopped his evaluation.

"Nothing really happened," Jessica said, crossing her arms and pulling the cape tighter. "It's just Raymond, he's out."

"He did that," Sherlock raised his chin haughtily, "a month after I suggested it."

"I know, I know," Jessica sighed, "Raymond already said he was going to tell them, and sometimes he puts off too much..."

She suddenly realized that the person in front of her was not a good target for complaints, so she swallowed back her complaints.She looked up at the night that was about to merge, and suggested, "In short...we can walk back slowly now, they should have almost finished their conversation."

Sherlock nodded noncommittally, so they separated by half a meter and walked back slowly.

There seemed to be an invisible wall between the two of them, and Jessica could only use the corner of her eye to secretly confirm that she hadn't thrown Sherlock too far away—although this was unlikely—Sherlock looked indifferent as usual, it didn't matter Walking slowly, it seems that he is practicing the request of "walking back slowly", which has already made Jessica regret it.

After all, the current atmosphere was too embarrassing, and she would rather go back and face a Raymond who might be crying.

At this time, two beams of lights came from behind, and a car was speeding over while honking. Naturally, they couldn't continue to occupy half of the lane.Jessica subconsciously tugged Sherlock to let him walk on the inside, and let the irascible driver go away before letting go.But when she turned her head she saw a pair of irritated light eyes.

"I'm not six years old, or a madman who would run to a car," Sherlock said, looking at the scratched folds in his coat, and then at Jessica's face. "Even my mother wouldn't do that."

"..." Jessica realized that she had inadvertently hurt an immature but pretending to be strong heart, she smiled awkwardly, "I... just want to, uh, be more polite?"

Sherlock snorted heavily to express his dissatisfaction, then turned around angrily and walked forward on his own.

Maybe he just said something wrong, and he looks annoyed like a six-year-old child now.

Jessica shook her head and followed, Sherlock glanced at her, frowned and slowed down.Jessica could only walk beside him in this extremely oppressive atmosphere, and the embarrassing atmosphere reached its peak at this moment.

"So," she said forcefully, clearing her throat, "how's the case?"

"I didn't expect it to be related to a person." Sherlock couldn't answer more briefly, as if wanting to end the topic.

"So you know it's not a sewing dog, right?" Jessica laughed dryly.

"That's basically it," Sherlock said blankly, "What do you want to know?"

"I don't want to know... just..."

Just want to ease the atmosphere.

"Forget it," she changed the subject, "Have you met Joseph?"

For some reason, Sherlock seemed startled, then regained his composure in an instant, and said in a very flat tone, "Why do I want to see him?"

"I don't know," Jessica thought for a moment, "because he wanted to kill you? Don't you wonder why?"

Sherlock turned his head aside, looked into the distance and said coldly, "Not curious."

"Well," Jessica shrank her shoulders in the wind, and casually speculated in order to fill the silence, "maybe he hates you? Because he challenged you and was sent into the prison by a bunch of irrelevant people. Prison? If it were me, I would not be reconciled. Or..."

She thought carefully about the last time she talked with Joseph, and after getting rid of the anger in her heart, their conversation gradually came back clearly in her mind.First Joseph asked her if she wanted to know how he would help her, and then he said he would kill Sherlock, so looking at it...

Oh, she knows why.

To be honest, Joseph's vision was so accurate that he saw her biggest secret.

It's just... Jessica gave Sherlock a guilty look, and buried her head in her chest like an ostrich.

"I did visit him," came Sherlock's low, emotionless voice, "although it wasn't very pleasant."

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soz!The little black room is locked too much and I can't come out (cover my face

Send these first!Change the rest first (was talking nonsense in the small black room

Thank you, Chestnut Baby, Lei~ What’s the matter~