[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Fell to the ground.

"Hey-hey-Sherlock!" Sharon jumped off the bench, pointed to the stiff man in front of her with a rag, and then pointed to the little boy lying on the sofa crying so hard that he could only make a "woo-woo" sound. Baby, "Didn't you say you want to fulfill the responsibility of a father? Then explain to me—why Roy is lying on the sofa?"

Hearing the mother's voice, the less than one-year-old child cried even more happily, with his little fist in his mouth, Sherlock rushed over, trying to save the wet fist. "Okay, okay, Roy, good boy." The articulate and toxic Sherlock couldn't think of any words to make his son stop crying at this moment.Until a small figure appeared in sight.

Norma Holmes (Norma Holmes), who is almost three years old, has dark brown hair color very similar to her parents, with shoulder-length curly hair rubbing against her slender white face.She opened her gray-green eyes the same as Sherlock's, looked down at her crying brother, curled her little mouth, stepped forward quickly, raised her chubby body with one lift of her little hand.

Sharon, who stopped working, has been watching her daughter since she came downstairs, and her husband, who is obviously not good at dealing with children, also widened his eyes, watching Norma's next actions with half curiosity and half disdain.

——Next, the little girl raised her arm, and then let go of her hand expressionlessly, and little Roy fell back onto the sofa naturally.

Sharon: ...

Sherlock: ...

Seeing her younger brother staring at her brightly with those dark brown eyes, Norma patted her limp little hands, turned her head and smiled at her parents: "Look, don't cry."

Norma Holmes Natural Black Witch!

Such dramas seemed to be seen every day. Due to Sherlock's unstable work, they did not move out of Baker Street, which saved a lot of trouble.The kind and lovely Mrs. Hudson will always take time to accompany the two little ones, and will also introduce the experience of raising children to Sharon by the way. "I don't have children." The old man's expression didn't show much sentimentality, she just hugged Norma tighter in her arms, "but I love them—although sometimes it's a headache, but they really The most important ones are the little angels summoned by God—ha, who said that only well-behaved children are angels?"

This conversation is very similar to the communication with the mother - although Mrs. Gwen is gone, and my real mother will probably not meet again, but she is with them.

Together.

Even in Europe, as a descendant of Chinese people, Xue Lun still pays close attention to the days on the lunar calendar.This year, she flipped through the calendar on her phone, searching for something. "Good evening!"

The door opened at some point, and then, people in twos and threes poured in like a tide—although there were not many people, she had this feeling.

"Oh, this is really an unexpected visit." She blinked, feeling her hair being pulled by someone, and seeing the sweet smile blooming in front of her eyes, Xue Lun gently touched the little hand on the hairpin: "Dear Little Daisy, it’s not a lady’s job to ride on daddy’s shoulders and make fun of people.”

Daughter of John and Mary, Daisy Watson inherited her mother's dazzling golden hair. She also wore a beautiful princess dress like other girls, with a furry vest and immaculate gemstones. Blue eyes, no one can resist.Hearing words similar to punishment, the child puffed up his cheeks, but only for a moment, the woman with gentle temperament lifted her up and said with a smile: "However, our Daisy is a little princess from the forest, it doesn't matter if you are not a lady." Yo!"

Clear and pure laughter filled the whole room. Mary thought of something and asked, "Why didn't you see our big detective?" "He was telling stories to Roy and Norma." Sharon brought a pot of hot Tea, by the way. "To be honest, I was surprised by Xiali's transformation." The eldest brother, who is not a seven-pound problem, did not wear his three-piece suit unexpectedly, but changed into a woolen coat, which made him look a lot gentler.Lestrade, who followed behind, looked around and said with emotion: "It will really change a lot."

Every piece of furniture seems to exude holy light, not dazzling, but soft.

Well, but, as expected of a couple, they all have the same opinions.

"Then, please sit down first. I'll go to the room."

After turning a corner, she saw the familiar door. She kicked the door open without paying too much attention, and just about to say "let's go downstairs", she was shocked by the scene in the room.

The man wrapped only in a dark blue nightgown was holding the baby boy with one arm, and the girl playing with her hair with the other.The deep voice tells a familiar story, a familiar fairy tale plot. (Thankfully, she thought Sherlock would tell the two kids about Jack the Ripper)

Roy's light chestnut curly hair was pressed against his father's chest. He was probably tired from playing, his little head moved, turned to one side, and fell asleep. Although Norma was listening, the movements of her hands were very happy. However, it probably couldn't resist the drowsiness, his eyes were hazy, his hands were put aside, and he inadvertently plucked the strings of the violin, making a buzzing sound.

It was like a blow of fate.

"Then, the prince and princess lived happily together."

Sherlock closed the book very gently, heaved a sigh of relief, and when he saw his wife leaning against the door in a daze, he showed a classic complacent expression.

Flutter.She laughed.Sure enough, even as a father, his temper still won't change.

"John and the others are here." His voice was already low, but if he lowered it deliberately, he could almost confuse people. "You don't seem surprised at all." Sharon raised her eyebrows.

He raised the corners of his mouth very naturally, pondered for a moment, and said, "Every time I see Norma, I think back to those terrible three months."

The scar in her heart was viciously torn off, but Sharon was glad that it was intact.She walked to the bed and inserted her fingers into the thick curly hair: "Me too, but this feels real."

Pain is fine, at least it's real.

Fortunately, fortunately.

She's still real, and that's enough.

"Happy Spring Festival."

She hugged her family, and whispered tens of thousands of years and tens of thousands of miles away.

She is the happiest little king in her own little kingdom with her own simple crown.

Under the dim light, Shylock, holding his wife and children in his arms, felt unprecedentedly happy.

The sound of talking and laughing and children jumping on the floor faintly floated from the living room. God also felt that he was having a happy dream.

that person and that person

There was a suffocating dryness in the throat.

Sharon felt that she could barely open her eyelids, which was simply a blessing in misfortune.

She lay there like this, turning her eyes with difficulty, looking at the scene around her with difficulty.

When her eyes met a piece of sparkling light, she was almost choked to death by the exclamation in her mouth.

swimming pool.The artificial blue is so blue that it is unreal.The longer I watch it, the more I feel that I am about to be submerged in this illusion and bitterness.

Bitter, bitter.

She licked her lower lip stiffly.Mental pain.It seems that she has been abducted for many days.

Sharon leaned on the wall and stood up tremblingly.Due to being inactive for too long, the limbs are stiff and numb, and there is almost no feeling.She moved cautiously in place.There should be no one at the moment.The empty space seems to only hear my own heartbeat.But Sharon did not dare to act rashly.Who knows if there will be a few naughty red dots rushing towards me enthusiastically, and then enthusiastically shoot myself a few times.

"Familiar?"

She was taken aback and trembled conditionedly.

"Familiar with—I mean, this swimming pool."

The deliberately planned steps are like the most elegant tango—ghostly shadows floating on the wall. "—I don't know what you're talking about, sir."

Judging from the tone of voice, it should be a man.It's just this kind of soft tone, it's really disgusting.And that Irish accent...

Ireland?

"Mo... Moriarty?" If she hadn't looked a little weak because she hadn't spoken for a long time, otherwise, she would have jumped up long ago!

Unexpectedly, there was no echo from the other end.repressed.Suppressing the beast, it went straight to the heart, biting and gnawing frantically.Although she couldn't see the expression clearly, Xue Lun could roughly guess that the other person's expression...was definitely not good-looking.

"But it's normal, little girl."

The shadow moved a few times, then stopped suddenly.Sharon's brain is running at high speed, coping strategies!preventive solution!She is not familiar with this damn swimming pool, this is a deadly pressure point, she must find another exit—a side door?sunroof?escape route?no no.Ordinary people can think of these places, let alone...

"Don't be nervous, little girl."

The soft tone was a bit too much, the girl's tightly clenched hand moved a little, and then clenched even tighter.This, seems to be the voice I vaguely heard when I was in the past?

There was a moment of silence, and inexplicably, the sound of wheels crushing the ground was mixed with the sound of footsteps.The man's tone remained steady: "So, how about chatting?"

"..."

"Oh, what a stubborn little girl—well, what do you think of poppies?"

"Sorry, sir, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Tsk tsk, little lying girl—poppies from the East, Poppies, Papaveraceae. Rich and seductive bright red. This beautiful creature is actually poisonous in its entirety and contains poisonous alkaloids—tsk tsk, little girl , don't you think it's a pity?"

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