[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

You are not the end of love, but the driving force of love.I give this love to the flowers on the roadside, to the bright sunlight flickering in the glass, to the red dome of the church.Because of you, I fell in love with this world.

"Where is she?"

Standing in front of the cabin door, Sherlock asked Mrs. Rockefeller, who was out of control.

He was only wearing a classic Dolce & Gabbana suit, and the movement of leaning on the cabin outlines the smooth lines of the shoulders and back, while the iconic gray and black coat was lying on a certain road in London with a dozen members of terrorist organizations. In the dark and damp old streets.

When Gloria attended the charity dinner in a glamorous manner, the consulting detectives were dealing with the desperadoes left by Aldridge for him. This group of foreign forces not only threw bombs in London trash bins and caused explosions more than once, but also The one who kidnapped Gloria five years ago.

Originally, he could rush back before Gloria left the banquet, but the appearance of several subordinates of the London criminal Napoleon delayed him for some time. In the process, he could only choose to use some small means to ensure that Gloria Unable to fly out of London.

"Where's Gloria?"

Sherlock asked again, his pale fingers clenched subconsciously in the pockets of his trousers.

Elena's emotions seemed unable to break free from her anger and sadness. She sneered at the black-haired man in front of her, "Where is it? Sherlock Holmes actually needs to ask me about Gloria's whereabouts? I thought she I won't hide anything from you, after all she is madly determined to marry an English man and settle in London."

"Married?"

Not only did Sherlock's fingers not loosen, but they clenched even tighter.

Mrs. Rockefeller sneered, "It must have just been a joke she said out in retaliation for me," she sneered looking up at the consulting detective who couldn't find a girlfriend, "or maybe the British man she was talking about was Grosvenor or something ?”

The woman with exquisite make-up gloated, "I'm afraid she is going to abandon you together. This is really pleasant news."

Sherlock's back was leaning against the cabin of the plane, he looked at Elena Rockefeller, and raised the corners of his lips coldly, "When you speak, the IQ of the whole street is lowered by you."

With a victorious smile, the detective walked away from the private jet that was finally allowed to take off with long legs.

Sherlock didn't pause at all, operating his BlackBerry to search for all the places his little girlfriend might go, as long as she was still in London, it was tantamount to transparency for him.

And playing Missing Gloria is obviously aware of the great powers of the detective, so she obediently sent a short message to the detective——

"Sir, I am leaving London tonight and hope to see you."

With her BlackBerry in hand, Sherlock could almost imagine the mischievous grin on her face as she edited the text messages.

In just a few seconds, he was able to pinpoint where the Goldilocks was - on the north bank of the River Thames in London, the former Catholic Benedictine monastery, Westminster Abbey.

Sherlock's eyes were fixed on the red dot on the screen, and wild guesses continued to hit his mind.

Wow, his little girlfriend is really scary.

The number one consulting detective in the world suddenly showed a somewhat childish smile——

"Stand there and wait for me, SH."

He flagged down a taxi, and suddenly felt that the humid fog in London at night became less annoying.

It was close to dawn at this time, and in the dark night, the Gothic classical and majestic Westminster Abbey was exquisite, with bow-shaped stone carvings decorated with tall and straight columns pointing directly to the sky, and the top of the church stood with a spire inlaid with stained glass, which was majestic. to the sky.

Sherlock didn't care to watch, he walked quickly into the main church, the hem of his suit was blown up by the night wind because of his fast walking, he looked powerful and charming.

He quickly passed the grand and dignified colonnade, and finally entered the interior of the church dominated by gray. The stained glass windows on the top are colorful, making this Anglican church extremely elegant and gorgeous.

At this moment, in the inner hall of this magnificent church, the wide, lofty and complex structure of the dome is magnificent, and a gorgeous and bright huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome. Standing next to Locke, the graceful girl in a white dress cast a magical light on her body.

The rich and rich carpet under the detective's feet leads to the resplendent altar covered with bright red velvet, which is the place where royal coronations and royal weddings are held.

And Gloria was standing in front of the altar.

In this gorgeous and exquisite Westminster Abbey, known as "the most beautiful place in all Christian countries", Sherlock Holmes actually felt that all the beauty in this Gothic building was not as moving as the white dress she was wearing elegant demeanor.

white dress?

No, that's a wedding dress.

She was going mad and decided to marry an English man and settle in London.

The words Elena Rockefeller uttered angrily flashed through Sherlock's omnipotent brain again. In just 10 minutes, only ghosts and gods know how many times he recalled them.

His voice is deep and gorgeous, like the famous song played by the world's most expensive cello, "Gloria."

She is wearing a floor-length dress that is more pure white than snow. The exquisite and romantic pure white lace envelopes her like a dream. The elegant one-line collar reveals the wonderful shoulders and collarbone. The retro lace like cicada wings is sexy and classic , as if the fairy spirit is lingering in the same romantic style.

But the most beautiful will always be her striking blue eyes, the kind of blue-gray that seems to command his soul to surrender.

"Gloria, where are you going to leave London?" the detective asked threateningly.

Gloria: "...is this the most important thing right now?"

Damn it, couldn't the brilliant and brilliant Sherlock Holmes see that she was going to propose? !

The black natural curls of the curly bag are proudly raising the corners of the lips, "Then why not start the most important part now."

Resisting the urge to beat him up, Gloria nervously clenched the champagne rose in her hand, and the rich fragrance lingered around the two of them.

The girl's voice is sweet, and her angelic face is even more dreamy in this religious church.

"Mr. Holmes, this world often scares me. Only when you exist is so beautiful. Once we are separated by time and space, my soul will eventually be broken. It is your love that nourishes me like sunshine and rain. .”

Her fair and slender fingers opened the black velvet box.

"Please allow me to lay my heart on your tender and pure heart. I have no other desire but to love you."

Sherlock's eyes were glued to her face uncontrollably, the blonde girl raised her pretty face, her blue eyes as clear as glass beads flashed with persistent and sincere love.

He spoke with a hoarse voice, "Gloria, why did you stay?"

Sherlock didn't know what he was looking forward to, maybe he was already used to asking for her love.

Goldilocks seems to be thinking seriously. Although others think that her generalized anxiety disorder has been cured, Mr. Rockefeller therefore regards her as the most suitable heir to the family again. Become the major shareholder of the company.

But only she knows that her generalized anxiety disorder is still serious, and her self-harm tendency has never been reduced. Sherlock Holmes is the only one who can make her heal without medicine.

She is the best version of herself only when she is by his side.

Gloria's eyes seemed to be stained with brilliant colors from stained glass windows, and she smiled sweetly amazing, "I have a thousand reasons to leave, but I only stayed for you."

This must be the most moving holy voice he has ever heard.

The consulting detective stared down at the pair of platinum rings in the black velvet box. It was a very simple and elegant style. The outer ring was completely plain without any decoration, except for a brilliant round diamond inlaid inside the ring.

The detective said in a low voice, "This is the pair of rings you spent several months buying from the contest prize money?"

Gloria was completely too lazy to ask how the other party knew about this matter, and she never had any privacy in front of Sherlock Holmes.

The blond girl smiled sweetly and asked for encouragement, "Did you just find out that you have a beautiful and wise girlfriend, no, it's a fiancee, no, it's about to become a wife."

Sherlock's pale and slender fingers poked the little girl's forehead, "Cunning little villain."

She held Mr. Detective's hand with a smile, and pointed to the religious portraits everywhere in the church, "If you don't agree, the Lord will never forgive you."

She looked so radiant and charming.

There was a smile in Sherlock's star-sea eyes, and he seemed to have never been so happy.

Marriage was so boring, but the person in front of him was miraculously wonderful.

"Gloria, you shouldn't always let a lady take the initiative when proposing marriage. You've taken away all the manliness of a gentleman."

He took the velvet box and knelt down on one knee, his jaw was firm and his thin lips were always cold, but at this moment the gentle tide in Sherlock's eyes seemed to lure her into the abyss.

"Miss Gloria Rockefeller, would you accept Sherlock Holmes as your husband and marry him? In sickness or health, or for any other reason, love him, care for him, respect him, accept him, forever To be faithful to him till the end of my life?"

Sherlock never believed in God, but he asked every word at this time.

There were crystal tears in the eyes of the blonde girl, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with sweet love, "In the name of God, I solemnly swear: accept Sherlock Holmes as my husband, and from today onwards, no matter good or bad, high or low , in sickness or in health, I will love you and cherish you until death."

The detective directly put platinum rings on the two of them without following the rules, and his oath time was diverted to kiss the bride.

This is a passionate kiss, Gloria is his eternal love, Sherlock is full of intoxicating piety and love, and the delicate texture between the lips makes the girl more addicted.

After a long time, the blonde girl pushed him away with difficulty and was able to breathe.

How unfair it was for Holmes to use his excellent lung capacity on this matter.

She was still short of breath, "Sir, our honeymoon trip is about to begin."

"You mean the helicopter parked on the grass outside the clock tower?" Sherlock wiped off the glistening water stains on her lips.

"How about the Isle of Skye in Scotland?" Gloria led him out of the church and suggested enthusiastically, "It covers the most exciting geography and eye-catching scenery in Britain."

Sherlock has been pushed into the helicopter pilot by Goldilocks. This is an EC130 light helicopter produced by Eurocopter. The spacious and comfortable cockpit is very suitable for the honeymoon trip at this time.

The helicopter's propeller took off at full speed with a strong wind, and Mr. Detective was able to fly a plane with ease.

Gloria Zhenmeimei leaned up to kiss him fascinatedly, one time was not enough, there was a kind of endless posture.

Sherlock easily operated the cockpit with one hand, and fixed Gloria on the seat, "I don't like the way of dying in a plane crash because of confusion."

She looked at him pitifully, "I just want to kiss you."

Sherlock's slender fingers rubbed her cheek, "Why do you want to go to the Isle of Skye, where is your favorite beauty?"

"favorite?"

"I've already found it," Gloria sneaked another kiss and whispered in Sherlock's ear——

"It's not an island. The most moving beauty in the world is the eyes of first love."

Sherlock blinked slowly.

The eyes of first love?

She finally remembered her bold words?

Gloria grimaced and poked a dimple in Sherlock's cheek with her fingers.

"I promised a long time ago that I will marry you when I grow up."

Sherlock Holmes, her Mr. Detective.

It was Gloria's first and final love.

"Sir, there is little fire, the sun moves west, there is no truth, but my love is not."

In the endless night, the EC130 light helicopter flew with its propellers spinning, heading for the fairy-tale fantasy island.

Flying over the Atlantic Ocean, the Isle of Skye finally appeared in front of my eyes.

Affected by geography and oceanic climate, this small island has been covered by clouds and mist for a long time, so it is also called "the small island hidden in the sky".

Sherlock's well-functioning brain is hard to control at this time, always distracted and glued his eyes to his little wife.

As the consulting criminal said, Gloria was his weakness and soft spot.

The heart of Sherlock Holmes will never be free again, nor will it be as invincible as the heart of God.

At this time, his weak lady is blinking her eyes with great interest, as if waiting for some unspeakable beauty.

Even though it is not winter now, she still looks forward to the goddess of weaving frames in ancient Roman mythology, who can sow beautiful scenery at dawn before the sun rises.

And today, God seems willing to make an exception for the newly married little girl——

"Sir, it's Aurora!"

The thick cotton-like clouds broke instantly, bringing fantastic and beautiful colors to the Atlantic Ocean, and the coastline and sky were blue and clear.

Sherlock drove the helicopter, looking for the best viewing places for his little wife one after another.

The Isle of Skye's dark night against the perfect sky, the aurora is even more breathtaking beauty.

Gloria's stunning blue eyes seemed to be dyed azure by the aurora, and Sherlock watched her sweet side profile.

He still thinks that being emotional is a biological defect of the loser.

But after meeting Gloria, he meets a whole new world and the best of Sherlock Holmes.

Even in front of the magnificent Atlantic Ocean and the thrilling Northern Lights, only Gloria is the most touching beauty in his eyes.

It is the only driving force behind Sherlock Holmes' love.

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