[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Even though Jessica was unharmed, she was forced to spend several days in hospital.

Joanna and Mark took turns accompanying her, later joined by Emma and Raymond, and Harry - who is now part of the family.

So until she went home, she didn't go to see Sherlock, and Sherlock didn't come to see her.

In the process, Harry, as her "emotional mentor", raised questions about their relationship.

"It's just among us..." Jessica said vaguely, "something has changed."

"Oh?" Harry raised one eyebrow, but only commented lightly, "Sounds like a good change."

He wasn't the only one who noticed.

When Jessica explained for the third time that she could stay at home alone, but Mark still didn't go to work, she knew that Mark had something to say.

"You can say whatever you want, Dad." She was holding a cup of tea, and as soon as she turned around, she saw Mark standing at the door looking at her deeply.

Mark shrugged pretending to be indifferent, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask what plans you have for the afternoon."

"Probably watching TV, reading a book or something."

"Is there nothing else?"

"No."

"Really?" Mark glanced around inquiringly, "Aren't you going to visit your...boyfriend?"

"What..." Jessica blushed from choking on the hot tea, "cough...who told you?"

"I have eyes, Jesse," Mark curled his lips. "Besides, your mother receives a greeting call every day."

Jessica never knew this.

"Stop making that smile, we're not in some romantic comedy."

Mark rolled his eyes unbearably, his tone was slightly sour, and in an instant, his expression became complicated.

"From the moment you and Raymond were born," his eyes fell on Jessica's face, "I made up my mind not to interfere in your lives, and only do my best to give you free choices. So I don't really care if Raymond likes boys or girls, that's his decision. More importantly, Harry is a good boy."

Jessica couldn't help but put down the teacup, and the smile on her face gradually faded. She must have been very obvious, because Mark softened his tone and continued: "I'm not saying Sherlock is bad, but he's not...ordinary, or ,normal.

"His extraordinary intelligence will allow him to have various adventures, and at the same time, there will be greater risks. As many talents as he has, he will become a target. You will encounter various obstacles in your future life. Crisis. You're the best girl in the world, but that's not enough luck to save the day."

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and leaned against the door frame with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, "So, have you really thought about it?"

Has she made up her mind?

Jessica asked herself, she hadn't given the question much thought.

But at least at this moment, she knows exactly what she wants.

Even if she wasn't sure how long this would last.

She raised her head and showed an overly sweet smile, "First of all, I have to let you know that I love you forever, Dad."

Mark was clearly unimpressed, "This gives me a bad feeling..."

"No matter what happens in the future," Jessica said, "but now this is my decision, I know ... I can't let it slip away from me."

Mark stared cautiously at her face, as if assessing her seriousness.

He scratched his head for a while, and said reluctantly, "Go and change, I'll wait for you outside."

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving a cold back.

"Why?" Jessica said blankly, "Where are we going?"

Mark outside the door seemed to snort, "Go and see your boyfriend."

****

Jessica refused at first.

She gave a lot of reasons why they shouldn't come to visit rashly, "We can't just interrupt like this", "Especially when it's almost dinner time", "They must be busy with a lot of things now"...

All were ridiculed by Mark as coquettish.

He forced Jessica into the car, and deliberately honked his horn when he reached Sherlock's house, cutting off her last attempt to escape.

The sharp sound of the siren drew the Holmes couple out.Jessica's hands were held by Mrs. Holmes, and she was dumbfounded and unable to speak.

"Sherlock is in the backyard." Mrs. Holmes patted the back of her hand kindly and blinked.

"He's repairing the roof of the cabin," added Mr. Holmes. "In case you don't know, Sherlock is a very good carpenter, and he has a lot of good qualities..."

"We'll talk about that later," interrupted Mrs. Holmes,

Jessica nodded ignorantly, and walked to the door unconsciously.Turning around, I found that Mark and Holmes did not follow, but stood side by side, looking at her quite eagerly, and the three pairs of eyes were full of expectation.

She couldn't help but staggered.

"Go ahead," Mark encouraged behind her, "this is my good girl."

Jessica walked stiffly into the house, across the living room, and was only relieved when the prickly stare disappeared.

It was just a meeting, and they were too... enthusiastic.

She wanted to sigh, but as the glass door was within reach, her heart beat faster and faster.

The backyard is a barren landscape, surrounded by the remains of the ash from the fire, with only one log cabin standing alone on the scorched earth.

The original-color wooden boards are properly closed together, and the wet transparent paint is shining in the sun, like a castle deep in the dark forest in a fairy tale.

Sherlock was on the roof, wearing a dirty denim jacket.He hangs his head, his forehead is covered, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlines his focused profile.Jessica got closer and saw that his hair seemed to have been rubbed with paint, and there were deep and shallow lines of dust on his cheeks.

This was not at all the Sherlock she had imagined.

"You never said you could carpentry, Sherlock." She narrowed her eyes slightly against the light, seeing Sherlock suddenly raised his head due to the sudden noise, with a dazed look, the corners of her mouth couldn't control grinned.

Something fell to the ground in response, Sherlock straightened his upper body, calmly hid one hand behind his back, and asked her with an unchanged expression: "How are you doing?"

Jessica thought he might have hit his finger with a hammer, but she decided not to expose him.

"Not bad," she shrugged. "What about you?"

"Busy," Sherlock said curtly, glancing down at the half-formed roof.

He wiped his face with his gloved hand, leaving a trail again, visibly uncomfortable, "Where are my parents? I mean, I'm sorry I can't come down…"

Jessica grinned again, "It's okay..."

She could actually look up at him like this all day long.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes are supposed to be talking to my father," she explained. "My father sent me here."

Sherlock nodded.

No one continued to speak, and the air gradually became thicker. Jessica subconsciously avoided the other party's heavy gaze, glanced up secretly from time to time, and lowered her head the moment she met those light-colored eyes.

Finally Sherlock broke the silence.

"I think in a serious...relationship," he said, clearing his throat, measuredly, "being honest with each other is the cornerstone."

"I agree." Jessica raised her head and widened her eyes pretending to be innocent. "Are you going to tell me what you're hiding from me?"

"Basically," said Sherlock, "I'm very annoyed at the fact that you were my nanny, and I hope I don't bring it up in the future."

"I already know this," Jessica wanted to laugh, "but you can't change what happened, can you? Besides, that experience isn't too bad, if you exclude other people."

"But you have been involved in my life for many years, much longer than I have been involved in your identity, even including the time I didn't know about it," Sherlock paused, "It's not fair."

As Jessica was rendered speechless by Sherlock's precise intuition, he murmured to himself, "So I'll have to be there for the rest of your life."

Jessica kept her mouth shut as she tried to hide it.

"Maybe if you're going to continue to have weird things happen to you and die and become someone else," he said, "whether it's in England or France or Africa or even America, but I have to be there."

He emphasized the last sentence heavily, with swaying hair brushing his forehead, eyes under the brow bone embedded in deep eye sockets, staring at her like a falcon.

"Life is long," Jessica finally found her voice, "one day you will change your mind."

"Maybe," Sherlock pursed his lips in displeasure, and said with childlike capriciousness, "you just promise me now, I need this."

Jessica felt like she was totally lost.

"I promise," she concedes, then repeats, "I promise."

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction and let her go.

Jessica did not continue to ask or explain about the "unknowing time". Her experience of traveling through time and space is far more bizarre and incredible than soul transformation.Nor did she want to limit Sherlock's possibilities with the future she knew—Consulting Detective, Baker Street, Scotland Yard.

Besides, the future has changed, hasn't it?

She doesn't know what will happen next, the only thing she knows is that at this moment, after half the sun has sunk into the sky, her troubled Prince Charming has no gorgeous pretense, no sweet words of love, just clumsily building the roof—like Doing the most important thing in the world.

This made her look forward to the future.

The author has something to say:

The author confesses that the few online articles that have seen the ending are almost all farming articles, and the ending is just talking and ending...

So I don't know how to end, please bear with me~!

After all, there are still extra episodes, let’s continue to talk about the unfinished pits_(:з」∠)_

Thank you, baby Xizi, for your thunder~