[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Wanzi accused Sherlock of "harassing" two people in the house for a month?

"I don't think Sherlock was so excited for his birthday a few weeks ago." John also smiled, "But Sharon asked for a month off...it's thanks to Sherlock." "..." Sherlock Said that I don't want to bicker with this group of guys with unlimited IQ ==

Revisit the old place

The Sherlock Holmes old house is located in Sussex, the place with the best weather in the whole of England.It is sunny and warm like spring all year round.

The tranquility belonging to the countryside seems to calm the restless hearts of those who come. Looking around, there is a large area of ​​bright and eye-catching grass, circling along the terrain, and even makes people guess that it will merge into the ocean and melt into the sky in the next second.

The car stopped in front of an old manor.

It’s not nearly perfect gardening beauty: the outpouring of petals piles up on the weeds for a natural beauty; other people’s homes adorn their cabins with manicured marigolds, but here it’s casually grown-up. The natural brush takes the grass as the picture scroll, and puts a few points intentionally or unintentionally.

The sound of music playing came from the manor, beautiful and with a little sadness.

"Looks like mom has nothing else to do." Mycroft held up a small black umbrella, thoughtful.Sherlock, who locked the car door, lowered his head and said dryly: "If you go in, maybe there will be something to do, and it will keep circling around you."

The two brothers looked at each other, and there was a spark of provocation in each other's eyes.

"Oh, calm down, Sherlock." John, who was invited here as a guest, put his hands on his face and turned his head to Sharon, "Could it be that they behave like this in front of their parents?

No, not just in front of parents.The yawning girl's eyes curled into smiles.

In the distance, an old woman in a bohemian dress and a white-haired man in a jacket with a collar can be seen.Seeing the person coming, the old woman opened her arms enthusiastically: "Oh, you naughty ghosts are finally willing to come back to see the two of us! Ah, this is Dr. Watson, right? What a handsome young man!" "Hello, Mrs Holmes, Mr Holmes."

Unexpectedly, Sherlock and Mycroft's parents are so approachable, even a little unexpectedly ordinary.The thought was clearly written on John's face.They shook hands, though Sherlock was still acting like a coy and tsundere child.

I was greeted and entered the back room. The room was mostly the same as before, but the wallpaper was re-pasted. "Hey Mike! Put down your scones! It's not tea time yet!"

When passing by a long table covered with floral tablecloths, the slender and white fingers of a certain British government just touched the corner of the dessert, and the authoritative mother immediately reprimanded her. .Everyone in the room trembled uncontrollably.

"John, don't be so stupid. If you keep that posture, I'm afraid Sharon will have to clean up the residue in your glass." Sherlock was the first to come back to his senses, and he didn't forget to make fun of his British friends. roommate.Our good roommate also broke out for a while: "Isn't that stupid look the same for you?"

However, due to excitement, the next second, the cup happened to slip from his hand, and a golden flower bloomed on the ground ==+

Sharon: ...Thank you for allowing me to appear on stage.

Mycroft was still touching the corners of his mouth and curled up in contemplation on the sofa with some frustration (?); Holmes and his wife were still pulling John to greet him with concern (?!); but Sherlock said a few words of farewell to his mother's teasing. Staring at the girl very leisurely... Take the broom.

With a scalp-numbing gaze dealing with the shards of glass, and the fact that every word Mrs. Timothy said was hiding a cold joke, it was easy for her thoughts to wander outside of Great Britain.As a result, a small slit was drawn on the finger.

Beads of blood came out quickly, and just now I was chatting wildly with John, seeing this, Mrs. Timothy strode over: "Why are you so careless?" She smiled and said: "It's okay, I'll go find the wound... ..."

Before the words could be uttered, he was startled by the warmth coming from his fingertips.

Mycroft, who had been silent all this time, raised an eyebrow.

The curly hair magnified in front of his eyes, and the hair slightly rubbed against his cheeks; under the slightly drooping eyelashes, there were deep eye waves like wine.Sherlock grabbed her hand inexplicably, making her take a step back unexpectedly.

And because of this movement of resistance, Sherlock suddenly withdrew his hands, and unnaturally cast his eyes on the courtyard.

Sharon: ...What's the matter with this expression of being teased by me?

"You have very strange cuts on your hands."

The sudden seriousness of the voice makes people feel overwhelmed.Seeing the girl looking up at him with a stupid face, the man still said without changing his face, as if the episode just now had never happened: "It should be the eye of a needle. But you probably haven't had an injection recently, and you haven't come into contact with any strange things." people……"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth.There was a rare hesitation on his face. "What's wrong?" It was Mycroft.With an inexplicable smile, he played with the black umbrella handle in his hand.Sharon also looked at Sherlock with doubts.The latter breathed a sigh of relief, and waved his hands in a irritated way: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything."

This change came too suddenly, she was a little drunk...

"Sharon, come here."

The old woman sitting on the sofa suddenly stood up and waved to her sister.Fragments of warm light were superimposed on the curly hair that had already been dyed gray by the years.

The scenery is still there, but the old man has changed his appearance.

She thought in a daze, feeling a sense of melancholy in her heart.

She said, "OK."

a strange email

Sharon was brought into the study room and passed through the revolving bookcase. Mrs. Timothy stepped forward quickly and clicked on the pages of the notebook on the desk. She wanted to turn around and say something quickly, but she seemed to be thinking about something , deliberated for a long time before softly said: "Sharon."

The originally quiet time and space was cut by a short and concise opening sentence, which made the girl stand up in a panic: "Yes."

At the same time as the words were spoken, the screen was turned around.She bowed her head slightly.It was an email.

"Read it, Sharon." Mrs. Timothy's voice was soft, but it also concealed a small deterrent and, whining?

Sliding the mouse, just glanced roughly, and involuntarily amplified the volume:

"Dear Mrs. Holmes, on behalf of my wife and I, please allow me to express our sincerest regards here. Our daughter, who was lost with us on a trip to London 14 years ago, and we have been looking for her, God forbid, I finally found out about my daughter a week ago."

Her throat was tightly blocked by something, and the words she spoke were pulled into a hoarse voice: "This is... from my biological parents?" The other party did not say a word, and his eyes signaled her to continue reading.

"My wife and I will visit Your Excellency on Monday this week. One is to express how the lady has cared for our daughter over the years, and the other is to establish a long-lasting friendship with you..."

As I read to the back, the voice becomes softer, and finally I almost rely on the humming and vibration of the vocal cords to speak.

In a short time, both of them had nothing to say.There were only two breathing sounds one after another.

"Your biological parents should be here in an hour."

Containing a slight sigh, a pair of cool hands pressed his head, as if withdrawing from when he was young.Sharon felt that her heart was filled with countless question marks, and her brain couldn't help wanting to resist this decision.

This email... a lot of it is spoken in English, if it was her original parents, she can conclude that it is absolutely impossible to write like this.But... She lowered her head and glanced at herself indistinctly, and pulled one corner of her mouth in a self-deprecating manner.When I first came to this world, even though it only became smaller, some things... are not sure whether they are exactly the same.

In case, her current "parents" are not original accessories (...).

In case, it is a big conspiracy theory...

This idea is both absurd and unrealistic. After staying with Sherlock for a long time, his brain will become too bright.Mrs. Timothy didn't focus on the study of the young girl with extremely rich micro-expressions, but just pinned her silvery ear hair and walked steadily towards the door as if nothing had happened.

"If they were my real parents."

The girl's childish clear voice is no longer whirling around the roof.

The figure at the door seemed to have guessed the plot correctly, and stopped naturally.

"Will I...will go back to China with them? Or, will I continue to stay?" "Why do you ask, Sharon." As soon as the words were finished, the unhurried answer floated into the ear .Mrs. Timothy turned around and stared at her with those gray eyes. It was only for a moment, but it seemed that centuries had passed.

"It's all up to you." "But!" She retorted reflexively, but her brain was short of oxygen for a short time, and the text was abruptly choked out. "Mycroft and... Sherlock, do they know?" Asked in a volume that only she could hear clearly, the woman just looked at her silently, and then walked away silently.

Just like that, I stayed at the desk for an unknown period of time, and the blocked hearing gradually recovered at some point, and there was a rustling sound.You can vaguely hear greetings such as "I'm so glad to meet you" and "Please sit down first, I'll make a pot of tea".

Immediately afterwards, footsteps came from far and near.

Hands clasped, clasped tightly, then loosened.so repeatedly.Are you coming... She sat on the chair and