[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

He held the umbrella high and supported it with his second brother and boyfriend.

"I can carry my luggage by myself." The girl almost begged the man, her hand was already stretched out.The latter responded lightly: "If you fall down, I will have to carry you on my back."

. . . but a stubborn gentleman.

As if to sympathize with this down-and-out man and woman in the wind and rain (what the hell), a manor-style villa that looks old appeared not far away.Royal blue tiles and brick red walls stand in a haze.The two, who were almost drenched, rang the doorbell with hope.

The door was opened by a lady who appeared to be in a case.Her black hair is all tied back, revealing a wise forehead, and the rimless glasses are spotless, almost blinding; the straight tube skirt really binds people like a cover. Looking at this lady's straight back, others will He couldn't help but straighten his back.

"Do you two need any help?" The woman's voice was as serious as imagined.While talking and asking, I felt a sense of oppression that "the two homeless men are going to get out of here".

"Zoe, who is outside the door?"

From the back of the house came a casually dressed woman.The honey-colored ponytail flicked, flicked.After explaining her purpose, the woman grinned: "Oh, it's no big deal—you guys come in first!"

After changing their shoes and clean clothes, the two were greeted into the living room.The woman's name is Andrea, and she is the mistress of the house.The woman named Zoe is the housekeeper and tutor of this manor-style villa.Andrea's husband was English, and she herself was of mixed Austrian and German descent.From her warm and straightforward character, you can see the shadow of Austrian.

"My husband took two children out. But it's raining so hard, he should have started to rush back." Andrea brought hot tea and a plate of lightning puffs, "It should rain For a few days, you guys should stay here first. Anyway, it’s such a big house, it’s only lively if there are many people!”

Sharon, who was choked by the hostess' enthusiasm, coughed and looked at Sherlock who lowered his head to eliminate the puffs.

At this moment, the male owner carried an umbrella under his arm, followed by two children in raincoats, and entered the house together.

"Oh honey, you should take a bath first! Gustav, dear boy, you can eat dessert after washing your hands. You should also lose weight!" The woman immediately went up to catch the man's clothes, and the man was curious She glanced kindly at the guest who came suddenly: "Good afternoon, young man, you two are..." "They are here to shelter from the rain." Andrea peeled off the raincoats of the two children like eggs, and stepped on He went upstairs with vigorous steps: "Okay, okay, let's chat for a while!"

Sharon felt a pop from the person beside her, unknown.

The man of medium stature is called Andy Rickson, and he seems to be a talkative person.After he learned that Sherlock and the others were also from England, he showed more kindness.The eldest son Gustav Rixon, who is as carefree as his mother, is a naughty ghost who loves to make trouble.Slightly fat, but very strong, white and tender, very healthy; he inherited his father's light brown eyes, which are always wide open, blinking and blinking restlessly; the fist seems to be swung to the bridge of someone else's nose at any time .Although he is almost 15 years old, he still likes to bully his younger sister, Annide, who is four years younger than him.

Speaking of this, Sharon was very surprised.When the hostess started complaining just now, she didn't make any comments on the little daughter.And 11-year-old Anne De Rickson is a very well-behaved and lovely girl.Her curly, honey-colored hair was pulled into two short braids, and under her thin eyebrows was the same beautiful cobalt blue as her mother's.The eyes are silent, but they are too pure.It can even make people feel ashamed.

Seeing someone looking at her, the little girl lowered her head in embarrassment, and said in a thin voice: "Hello."

The softest part of my heart collapsed.

Even if I'm not a lolicon, I'm about to fall.

Sherlock seems to be having a good chat with Mr. Andy, about the sunshine in Sussex, the rain in London, and the ghost restaurant in Edinburgh.When it was a little bit faster, Andy told Zoe to take them into the guest room, and after a few words, he left in a huff.

"I think she wears slippers that look like high-heeled shoes." Sharon looked at the pretty figure from a distance, and sighed half enviously.There was no echo, only the sound of rustling boxes.Seeing that the other party didn't even look at her, she was not angry, and she was excited on her own: "It's a pity, Miss Zoe is actually a great beauty. She just wants to dress herself up like that." "Isn't it good, at least she There are no shortcomings other than a little bitterness. Unlike the straightforward Ms. Andrea, who completely exposed her characteristics of being greedy for petty gains and patriarchal."

...Why didn't I pay attention to QAQ at all

No, it's okay Sharon, it's better to be a little confused sometimes.She then commented: "But that Gustav looks like a spoiled child. It's his younger sister Anid, who is thin and small..." Well, it is true that he is patriarchal.

It was a rare time for the girl to turn on the chatting mode, but she didn't realize that it was getting darker behind her.

"...Sherlock?" She turned her head, and what she answered was a muffled groan and pain from her wrist—the man threw her onto the big bed like a beast, and just as the girl's leg was about to kick over, Being bullied and suppressed by the opponent.

She seemed to hear a cracking sound of bones...

The current situation is that Sherlock completely presses her under him, and under her is a bed that is not particularly soft.Yes, like a sandwich biscuit stuck in the middle, unable to move.

After being kissed indiscriminately, she tilted her head inexplicably and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The man snorted at her neck, but still didn't speak.

Blue-eyed, flightless copper butterfly ([-])

Keeping up and down like this, the two chattered for a long time until there was a timid knock on the door.

The man who pinched her nose shrugged and raised it unhappily.Sharon smoothed the wrinkles on her body pretending to be calm, and shouted, "Please come in."

The beautiful child Anid, who had already put on clean clothes, opened a small slit, her lips were half parted, and she felt an indescribable dark breath, her small body trembled: "...I, am I bothering you? "

"Exactly." Sherlock muttered childishly, sitting on the edge of the bed.Fortunately, Anid didn't hear it.Seeing that the amiable elder sister shook her head and came over and smiled at herself affectionately, Anid relaxed a little and said, "It seems that the rain outside has stopped. Are you going out for a walk?"

In Sharon's impression, those who can afford to hire a housekeeper are simply beyond the local tyrants.And it appears to be so.There is a piece of wasteland the size of several football fields in the direction of the mountain next to the Rixon home, which has been transformed into a pasture-like paradise.Even though Holmes's house is a manor-style building, such a vast area of ​​golden land has never existed.

Two figures, one big and one small, flew in.

The little girl's fruit-green floral skirt puffed up lightly in the air, and circled again, stained with the smell of mud.Sharon stepped on her rain boots and followed closely behind Anid. "Sharon, let me show you something!"

He was led by a thin and soft little hand to a shaded place covered by a partition.They opened the partition together, and peeled off a layer of plastic paper, and a locked retro small box came into view.

"I hid it here because I didn't want Gustav to find out." Anid picked up the box mysteriously and wiped off the mud on it with a paper towel.Sharon let out a "wow" and knowingly helped her block her sight. "Then can I take a look?" She asked half-jokingly, and she didn't expect to have an affirmative answer.The little girl nodded vigorously trustingly: "Of course. Because my sister is the person I can rest assured of besides my grandmother."

The hand that wanted to touch the opponent's little head stopped in mid-air.It seems that this is a poor little angel who is not taken seriously.So I still repel and long for the closeness of others, and even a stranger who gives her a little honey can be grateful to tears.

After turning it open with the key, Anid carefully held up a small copper butterfly.

The copper butterfly rested quietly on those slender hands.Sharon exclaimed: "It's really well done." "I picked it up. If Gustav finds out, it will definitely be snatched away. I... many of my toys were given to my brother by my mother."

After all, he looked around anxiously.

Sharon rested her chin on both hands, and opened the box again: "Well, thank you for sharing your treasure with me. But to be on the safe side, let's put it back." The two locked the box, put it in place, got up, and walked towards the house. Go to the other side.

"Did your father make this swing?" An old car tire is tied with a strong hemp rope, and then wrapped around a strong and powerful tree. If you climb it, you seem to be able to see the never-ending empire of childhood dreams.Anid shook her head, and said with some embarrassment: "I made this. This is the only toy that Gustav doesn't snatch from me. He thinks this is too old and not beautiful-in fact, I deliberately found the ugliest one. A tire."

The two girls couldn't help laughing at the same time.The light laughter swayed over the skirt and over the roof.

"Hey...this hasn't been done yet..." Seeing that Sharon was rubbing her fists and feet ready to climb up, Anid hurriedly stopped her. "It's okay." Sharon wiped the tire with a dry handkerchief hanging on the side, and sat on it, "It's already dirty anyway." "...But, but that's Gus