[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Feeling inappropriate, he stood up and leaned slightly against the bookcase.She can probably imagine her own expression - drooping head, tired and tangled eyes, tightly pursed lips, and habitual tiptoes...

After fantasizing about it for a few minutes, the door creaked open.Sharon thought it was Mrs. Timothy, so she showed her vulnerable side to the visitor without any concealment.

but--

Why didn't anyone come to inform her—it was Sherlock and John who appeared in front of her eyes!

Because of the sudden visit of an Asian couple, coupled with the vague narration that Mommy gave to herself a few days ago, using her own deductive method, she basically deduced this ordinary couple so that there was no privacy left.Although he was given two embarrassing faces and the most classic white eyes of his parents; and was ordered by his mother to bring out the little mouse who didn't know what he was doing in the study, he seemed a little impatient.Fortunately, my best partner is still following behind to clean up the mess oh no, it's the aftermath.

The moment he opened the door, he thought he was dazzled.The girl who always looked calm looked at herself with a pitiful expression, her eyes were wet and shining like stars; her mouth was curled down, and she wanted to straighten it with her hands when she looked at it.Add to that her little jittery movements...

"Sure enough, it's a chipmunk."

He secretly thought that his restless heart calmed down a little, even softened.

Sherlock Holmes, who didn't know it at the time, felt distressed.

meet each other

"cough."

John cleared his throat habitually, and said to the girl hiding in the shadows, "Sharon, that..." Dramatically, the conversation just started, and it was impossible to continue.

Also, what kind of position is he in the end?

Girls, and the men around them, what kind of identities are they?

"Ah." After holding back for a long time, Sharon uttered a word dryly, and then sped up her movements, passing by the two of them.What's even more surprising is that Sherlock didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and even gave a few more expressions.

Except for a vaguely weird atmosphere.John touched his nose, illusion?Illusion.

It was not until two unfamiliar Asian faces came into sight that the hurried pace had to stop.The layout in front of me was very similar to the scene of a negotiation meeting: a middle-aged couple sitting next to the Holmes and his wife felt a little awkward, and Mycroft had his back to her, unable to see their expressions clearly.Only the iconic little black umbrella was leaning against the man's speculation, and there was no movement.

There was a light wind pouring into the gauze curtains, which were blown up, just like her heart at the moment, filled with ignorance.

"Oh, Sharon, my child!" The woman who looked like a passerby's face seemed to be very excited when she saw her, and buried her hands in her drooping hair, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.Mrs. Timothy still stared at Sharon with that indifferent gaze.In addition, Mr. Holmes talked very little, and now he was even more eerily quiet.

"Sharon, how have you been all these years?" the yellow-skinned man comforting the woman asked in a hoarse voice, with a Chinese accent that hadn't faded.She moved her fingers silently.But a certain elder brother turned around with a half-smile.

blah blah.

footsteps.

There is an extra person in front of me, so I have a sense of security. "Very good." Her eyes looked at a point in the distance, in the eyes of others, it was a kind of sadness and unspeakable excitement after the storm.

Sherlock glanced sideways at her, took out his hand from his pocket, and knocked on the sofa consciously.The man went on to say: "For so many years, we have never given up looking for you, and now our wish has finally come true... My child, come with us."

go?

Leaving this complicated place and returning to that strange and familiar hometown, I can feel the oriental blood that I thought I would never touch, and then let time erase the memories of the past, the fragrance of every flower and tree, and...

cherished people.

Choice is a horrible monster.she thought to herself mockingly.Although the couple in front of her was completely different from the one in her memory, she couldn't confirm whether they were her parents in this world. "What's the matter?" The man continued to ask with concern, "I see...you are used to life here, right? That's right, you were only five years old when you got lost."

That tone contained the sadness and loneliness that belonged to his father.Can't help feeling guilty.

"You liked to run around when you were very young, like a little macaque. When your mother was pulling you, you even argued not to let your mother hold you..." It seemed that they had fallen into a vortex called memories. A nostalgic smile.Mrs. Timothy also lowered her head slightly, and echoed very intimately: "Ha, our youngest son couldn't keep track of it for a moment when he was a child. Everyone must pay attention to him."

After finishing speaking, he exchanged a glance with Sherlock. The latter turned his head aside angrily, not knowing whether it was because of shyness or something.Mycroft, who had been watching all the time, laughed embarrassingly.

And the military doctor who followed Sherlock looked left and right, his heart was extremely bitter, who will tell him why this style of painting has changed all of a sudden!Well said little fresh!

"I also know that there must be a lot of memories of you here." The woman who was still in tears just now said suddenly. The broken English must be very funny to the Holmes family, but...

She just couldn't help blaming herself.Perhaps it is the instinctive bond between mother and child?

"Just a week? Stay with us for a week... If, if you really can't get used to it... you come to London again?"

In the end it simply became a prayer.

She looked at the people in the room, and Mrs. Timothy made a mouth shape to her: It'suptoyou. As for Sherlock, he probably couldn't find anything exciting, and he had already walked towards the study.Leaving John scratching his shining blond hair, he looked like a shy big boy: "Well... Although I don't know what to say, but you can do whatever you want... this What do you mean?" Sure enough, he is a caring and warm man, Mr. Teddy Bear.That big detective has wronged you very much.Where can I find this kind of roommate who is so good-tempered.

Sharon just nodded silently, causing the woman to cry out in joy: "Really? Oh, my God, my God, I'm so happy..." She rushed over and gave the girl an eager hug.She clasped the woman's shoulders, her fingertips feeling cold.

Sherlock was still out of sight.

When I went out, I didn't bring any luggage.One is that it came too suddenly, and the other is that the parents in front of them assured that all daily necessities have been arranged.The Fu family brothers seem to be very resistant to this kind of plot, and they disappeared immediately after the unilateral farewell.This is also normal, if the two brothers keep holding her hand, tears welling up in their eyes... just thinking about it will give you a chill.

When passing a small wooden bridge, it was probably very old, and the railing she was holding on to was a little wobbly. If Mrs. Timothy hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, Sharon would have almost fallen into the gurgling stream that had not yet passed its dormant period.

"Thank you," she said.Not only thanks for this little effort, but also for the tolerance over the years.

Mrs. Timothy smiled slightly, and the smile lines at the corners of her eyes were engraved into the annual rings of memory.She reached out and stroked Sharon's hair.

"Goodbye." The old woman waved to her.

Sitting in the car rented by her parents, familiar people stood in the familiar scenery. She tilted her head and said goodbye silently in her heart.

"Goodbye." She clenched her fingers suddenly, thanks to her good eyesight, she could vaguely see the curtains of the study being drawn shut.

"...bye, stupid Sherlock."

not that simple

In fact, Sherlock has been watching the girl with frightened eyes like a deer.It's just that their eyes squinted slightly, and they both moved away tacitly.

Therefore, he pulled the corner of the curtain, subtly interpreting the meaning of his inconsistency.It wasn't until the former figure disappeared into the dark carriage that he decisively closed the curtains, separating a layer of light and a layer of noise.

Not far behind came a sentence mixed with irony: "I thought you looked so indifferent. Sure enough, you are just a kid who likes to lie." "Ha, Mycroft, put away "Your condescending face," Sherlock took a step away with great disgust, "You still don't forget to perform the duties of a funny title of yours at home, you really work hard."

Mycroft's face was slightly stiff, but the annoyance flashed away. He pushed his hands back and seemed to lazily support the wooden desk behind him, like a spider entrenched in the middle, bewitching people's hearts, "Very good." , very good." The elder brother just clenched his jaw heavily, looking at the color that is about to go away, "It's just that when the ugly truth is clearly revealed one by one"

The younger brother tightened his fingers, unexpectedly did not refute.

"I only hope that your remarkable ability will not be forgotten."

The sound of the engine pierced her eardrums, and Sharon held the door handle calmly, staring at the rearview mirror: "...Mr."

The man's back shoulders trembled, and his tone of voice was a little strange: "Still, don't you want to be called Dad?" A rustling sound appeared faintly.

"of course not."

The woman in the passenger seat put on a worried expression, and glanced at Sharon occasionally.The latter adjusted his posture and breathing, and spoke lightly, but bit every syllable accurately.

"Because you are not my parents at all."

The tranquility of the country had returned, and the lawn was bleak without the breeze running over it.

"Sharon, what are you talking about?" There was no way to see the man's expression clearly, only the inadvertently twitching hands on the steering wheel could be seen.