[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Musty - A city where corruption and romance coexist.North Gower Street, where Mrs. Gwin lived, was buzzing.The occasional bicycle bell sounded like a piano scratching, crunching through the heart.

Sharon changed the short boots with relatively high heels, put on the lightest canvas shoes, and started what every new resident has to do——the long shopping journey.Who told her to be lazy and not bring back the toiletries from school.Plus there's Ms. Alison Lewis who is as lazy as she is!

"By the way—did you say hello to your two older brothers?"

"Well, went to 'visit' Sherlock."

"Oh! Speaking of Sherlock, he is the talk of the town in London now. I heard that he has repeatedly solved strange cases..."

"..." The girl's hand holding the shampoo froze for a moment, why did the conversation always turn to that tsundere detective!People are now drunk in the beauty town.

"Students at school also talked about him. After all, he is also a celebrity in Oxford. But the rest, I just saw it in newspapers and on the Internet."

"Well... yes! But to be able to spend so long with a very superhuman being without incident... My dear girl, you really amaze me!"

It seems that through the visits of the Sherlock Holmes family when she was a child, this lady who loves flowers has a fear of geniuses. Headache?

When he walked to the dessert column, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.Her eyelids twitched, and she leisurely figured out——

The words "Dessert Control" came into sight without any disobedience, sighed helplessly, and signaled Alison to choose other ones first, and she turned around to answer the phone:

"So—my good brother, I think you must have seen the product behind me before the surveillance."

"Allright, dear Sharon."

A deep male voice that I haven't heard for a long time lingers in my ears.As expected, Mycroft was sitting in the monitoring room, tapping his fingers on the table with a smile on his face.

"Tiramisu cake and chocolate chips. The rest... I don't need to explain, do I?"

"Yes, yes, Master Mycroft..."

hear your piano

"The stars are the citizens of the night.

Countless lonely souls are praying devoutly under the brilliant stars.

pray tonight,

Psalm down. "

After reading the first paragraph of the novel, Sharon leaned back and threw herself into the soft blanket.

Before the night engulfed the day, I couldn't get rid of the conversation with Mycroft.

"Do you know your situation now?"

"What... the situation?"

"Then do you know about Sherlock's situation?"

She felt a burning pain on the tip of her tongue, and chose to remain silent.Who doesn't know, the heart is about beauties and gay friends, and the soul is involved in the case.

"My dear brother, your lovely brother—his career seems to be going smoothly. Although the less peaceful it is for him, the better, but there is a direct threat to him— A man who could have stood with him was on his opposite side. It is a terrifying fact that is exciting to explore."

Mycroft's voice was as melodious as ever, singing old dramas like an opera singer, but it made Sharon feel an invisible pressure—the pressure from the surname "Holmes".

"And you—my little sister. Your return under these circumstances, though all is well, is a foreshadowing, isn't it?"

"Sorry, please go straight to the core - the elder brother I know is not someone who likes to beat around the bush."

"Ah……"

There was a chuckle over there, and the words suddenly became firm and serious.

"You are Sherlock Holmes, show your courage and ability."

"Take out your courage and defy difficulties;

Show your ability and prove it to those who stand behind you. "

Focusing on the last full stop, she sniffed and scratched her hair helplessly—Master McCoff, this time I really lost sleep because of you!

"Ah~ Xuebao, have you slept yet..." The door creaked through a thin crack, and Alison walked in, wiping her hair, with a troubled expression on her face, "My room is so close to the next door...but the next door is so close... Somebody's playing the violin... My God! Is his biological clock twisted?!"

Next door is Sherlock.Sharon rolled her eyes and tugged at the corner of Alison's clothes: "Okay, okay, I have Chinese storytelling jokes here, do you want to listen to them?" "Really?!" the woman exclaimed in surprise Get up, "Great~! My cell phone is out of battery again, and I have nothing to do~" Seeing Alison happy like a child, she hugged her knees and thought with a smile.There are no subtitles for the storytelling jokes she wrote~ I guess dear Ms. Alison Lewis will fall asleep after listening to it?

With the sound of closing the door, everything fell silent.Through this silence, Sharon vaguely heard the sound of the so-called violin.But in her memory, Sherlock rarely played such sad tunes.He likes rigorous and thought-provoking German music, and also listens to some Italian and Austrian works, especially Paganini's violin music.He is more like looking for another kind of stimulation in music, another world, so he always produces a series of variations, which makes people helpless and feels a different kind of freshness.

"Om-!"

The phone vibrated again, and she quickly looked down—is it Sherlock?Sure enough, the sound of the piano stopped immediately.

"Did that fat man call you?"

Sherlock's first words turned out to be this.Although knowing that the other party can be said to be omnipotent, Xue Lun still asked with great interest:

"How did you get it?"

"I knew you would ask this--you passed me when you came back, and I stared at you but you didn't respond at all. It was obvious that you were in a daze or thinking about something; Supplies and exaggerated two pockets of sweets, of course it can’t be all for you to eat, and it can’t be Alison who is addicted to spicy food;

You quickly changed into the previous pair of short boots, and you were in a hurry as if you were about to meet someone, plus you still carried the two pockets in your hands—Okay, I believe you already understand the rest—— What did that fat man tell you? "

"Pfft, you really are a great detective. No details can escape your eyes."

"Thank you for the compliment."

It's really not modest at all... "...It's nothing, just say hello to big brother and report on the recent situation." Xue Lun subconsciously didn't want to tell the complete content, but it's a pity——she was facing Xia Xia. Rock Holmes.

"Oh Sharon, I think I should have said that you habitually sniff your nose when you're lying or when you're nervous." She could imagine that the man must be smiling and raising his eyebrows in a serious manner at this moment!

"The most important thing is." The smile on the other side of the phone grew stronger, "Your curtains are not drawn."

Really natural stupid girl, hit the street.

Kneeling on the bed, she stared speechlessly at the man in the dark purple nightgown who was holding a violin in one hand and throwing a cell phone in the other.

She moved a little closer to the window: "Allright. Mycroft said, your current situation is very delicate, so I have to be fully prepared." "Tsk, that big devil with surveillance addiction." Sherlock said angrily, He also shook his hand very cooperatively.

Sure enough, he is a big kid, and his movements are so naive and cute.She went on to say: "But you should also be considerate of Mycroft, he still cares about you." Sherlock's expression suddenly became funny. "Caring? Well, we barely call that kind of behavior caring. You can appreciate it when there are suspicious people around you."

Is it that exaggerated?This younger sibling attribute is cute, isn't it?Although... it is indeed a bit unbearable.

Milky lights poured down on palm-like leaves.The warm light is slightly drunk, a little drunk.

"By the way," Sharon leaned back, moving herself out of Sherlock's sight, "I saw that Irene Adler. I heard that you... admire her a lot?" After thinking about it, she couldn't help it. Find a suitable word to describe it.The other party fell silent all of a sudden, just when she thought she would not get an answer, Sherlock suddenly said: "It's too late."

"What?" She couldn't help calling out. "...Forget it, you'll know about Christmas."

Standing on the balcony, the curly-haired man pulled his collar, his eyes blurred.

"On Christmas Day, come to 221B."

Blood on Christmas Day (Prelude)

"Huh? You're not going to have a Christmas party with us today? Isn't it all agreed... Mygod, you want to be with your brother?"

Carlo's slightly surprised wailing sound could still be heard clearly through the phone, with realistic emotions, and against the festive look outside the window, it was particularly "pleasing to the ears".Sharon switched hands to hold the phone, and hung the Santa hat on the Christmas tree crown. "It can't be helped, what Sherlock said suddenly... Anyway, you still have cute little Joanna with you, aren't you young? So - Merry Christmas~"

The other party hung up hastily before finishing the rest of the sentence.She stares at the phone strangely.It's been more than once—whenever she mentioned Carlo's girlfriend intentionally or unintentionally, the boy with a sunny face would change the subject with a complicated expression.This time it's good, just hang up on her?

After thinking for a few minutes, she felt that such weird thinking questions were not suitable for her.So, Sharon took it and packed it