[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

Campus tree species report made when entering university.Sherlock tossed him aside again, catching up with a figure he had only seen yesterday, bloated like a fat goose.

Turning around to the stairs, she ran into a familiar person.It's impolite to meet eyes and not say hello.

"Oh, Miss." The boy with a shy smile said unexpectedly, "It's a coincidence that we meet again."

Well, it's the third meeting, boy.

"I am, um, an acquaintance here as a teaching assistant. And you, are you going to class?" The other party smiled first: "At this time, I should introduce myself, ma'am." That expression, the shyness just now Faded little by little.Sharon apologized embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry. I'm Sharon." "Dawn, nice to meet you."

Dawn is a journalism student with a minor in fine arts.It is a favorite among teachers and students.This can be seen from the various greetings they meet along the way.In a sense, she rarely came into contact with this kind of near-perfect person.Even my classmate Carlo, who I have known for a long time, although he is labeled as a classic British handsome boy, and he plays a good kick, but because Carlo is too careless (maybe it is a common problem of science men) ?), it can only be said that the popularity is average.

"What are they doing?"

When passing by a studio, it was indeed a studio, she was sure that she saw Sherlock's shadow.The problem is that this great detective, who has not been in contact with campus life for a long time, is chatting and laughing with the students around him, and from time to time makes some ballroom dancing moves. "Oh, there was a dance at school recently. The dance room is still being renovated, and there are a lot of students, so I use the studio to make do."

After finishing speaking, Dawn pushed open the door of the studio, and she was so fast that she had no time to stop it.

Just kidding, she still prefers to see Sherlock who is telling the news.

"Hi, Dawn." Sherlock showed a surprised expression as if he had just noticed the boy, "I thought you would be in the library. It seems that the ladies are going to start a commotion again - don't know Mr. Dawn's Who's the dance partner?"

The commotion was indeed not small, so that Sherlock could easily pull Sharon away.

"What are you doing?" She hadn't recovered yet.

"Another studio. I promise there's something great."

studio, waltz, music box

It is very different from the previous studio.This studio was not only empty, but also messy.Drawing boards and various plaster sculptures were piled up all around the studio, leaving a space in the middle.The heavy curtains showed no sign of being pulled open, only a corner was slightly exposed, barely allowing a glimmer of light to come in.

"What did you find?" Sharon asked without noticing anything.Sherlock said nothing, just walked towards a dark corner, and took out something wrapped in paper from under a drawing board.

The male and female voices were superimposed together, and the girl stared up at him with round almond eyes.

He tore open the outer paper, revealing a wooden box - to be precise, in the shape of a music box.

Forgive her for not being able to rant.These three words have appeared too frequently recently.

"I think we are all familiar with this melody." Sherlock spun the music box, and what was sung in the box turned out to be the song in Little Anid's music box.

"I don't think this song is popular all over the country. If there is such a coincidence, we can make a bet now." He added leisurely.Xue Lun pursed her lips, frowned and said, "This is—it's really weird..." "Let's do a dance first."

"Are you talking about a ballroom dance where the man holds his waist and the woman holds her shoulders, Sherlock?"

Sherlock didn't seem to be going to answer at all, he pressed the small box leisurely, and twisted it again.The prelude was long enough for him to take a step back, lean forward slightly, and then extend his hand in an inviting motion.It was enough to make him say the bewitching "Shallwedance?"

Ballroom dancing was a nightmare for Sharon.It's not that she is not good at jumping, on the contrary, her coordination ability is relatively strong.It's just... Before she was in college, she basically danced the men's step.Who told the class that there are always more girls than boys?It's not that she can't do women's steps, but if she dances too many men's steps, her body will lack a kind of softness. As a result, almost no men are willing to invite her to college...

The hand that was dragging her body on her back was not very hot, as long as she was brought forward, it would make her short of breath.I have to say that Sherlock is indeed a gentleman. After being stepped on by the girl several times, he just laughed a few times and didn't make any more sharp criticisms. "Don't be tense, Sharon, wouldn't it be good to relax before the curtain opens." The voice sounded above her head, and Sharon stepped on her unexpectedly again.

After a few rounds of dancing, they finally got a tacit understanding.In fact, this is a rare romantic scene: tables, chairs and drawing boards piled up randomly, cast thick shadows by the dim light.The space that is also caged with shadows is ambiguous.The music is hoarse, and the friction of steps is smooth.The two pairs of eyes stared at each other, tacitly.

Before and after, Sharon felt as if she was about to fall into each other's arms.

Left and right, oh, I hope my two braids don't swell Mr. Detective's face.

go in circles.Waist.After dancing.

"Clap clap clap."

Unexpectedly, the applause came from the music box.Both of them froze for a moment, Sherlock quickly grabbed the box, and looked through it carefully again.There was another burst of recording effects coming from the box, and a voice suddenly sounded: "The dance is really wonderful, Mr. Holmes."

Sharon could clearly see the annoyed expression on Sherlock's face. "Don't, don't—don't show such a heartbroken look. You know, people are negligent." Probably they were really being watched—the voice catered to irritating. "So—you're just a mortal, too."

"Moriarty." Sherlock gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. "No... your tone and intonation... who the hell are you?" "Mygod, I thought Miss Holmes would mention my name to you. I'm so sad."

Sharon shuddered all over, not daring to look at Sherlock. "You don't have to blame her, she is too gentle." The other end sighed, "Now, go out, turn left, and go to the music room on the sixth floor. I'll be waiting for you."

Sherlock walked quickly, but still did not show too obvious panic.Sharon could only follow behind silently on her short legs.They didn't speak the whole way.

As soon as I walked to the door of the music classroom, I could vaguely hear the melody of Canon in D major.

Cautiously opened the door, a figure in men's overalls emerged.This figure was familiar to both of them.

"James Moriarty." The man spoke out first, which did not affect his skillful performance. "So, you're Jim Moriarty's brother?" Sherlock secretly took out a gun from his coat and turned his back.Sharon immediately glanced around, but there were no red dots or visible suspicious figures.

"It can be said that, well... it can also be called... a lover. Don't look at me like that, Mr. Holmes. A brother is also a model of a lover, isn't it?"

When he said this, he played the last part of the summary, and at this moment the different voices will merge together, which is extremely lingering. "See——It symbolizes the unswerving love in the world. The two people who love each other will stay together until death. How beautiful." "Oh, it would be great if you could keep your mouth shut." Sherlock said relentlessly.

At the end of the song, James Moriarty closed the piano cover, stood up, and faced little Holmes face to face for the first time.

"Now, sir," said he, "I beg you to allow me to make a deal with you."

He looked at the girl who had been vigilant and silent. Although the latter flinched a bit, she still remained unmoved. "It's very simple—I'll give you three months to find out all my brother's remnants and the tasks your brother has arranged for you. The condition is that Miss Holmes needs to be taken care of by me for three months."

"With all due respect," the pistol on Sherlock's back almost went off, "This is an unequal deal. You really are brothers." "You have to be prepared for this when you stand here." James scratched Scratching his strap, he flicked it on his body with a "snap". "Besides, if you are worried about Holmes' survival... I can guarantee that there will never be any problems."

"I think if I refuse, we will be immediately surrounded." Sherlock laughed and stepped back a few steps, taking advantage of the opportunity to pull Sharon closer to him.James smiled: "I admire your straightforwardness."

He took a few steps forward, and Sherlock moved a little sideways.

"You have a lot of suppression points. For example... Dr. Watson, Mrs. Hudson... and... Oh, Miss Holmes, please don't stare at me. Ladies don't stare." "Damn lady, Mr. James." Sharon spat in disgust, and her calm face showed a hint of arrogance, "I think you are more suitable to be a lady who holds up her skirt and drinks black tea."

James stared at her, was silent for a while, then turned his gaze to Sherlock, who seemed to be in deep thought: "I think you have come to a conclusion." "As a condition, I need you to tell me what happened when my dear sister appeared to me. The range of sight, up to now, the whole process you have controlled. This is not too much." He said suddenly, "About the world view."

rewritten beginning

James looked at the man's pretendingly calm eyes and sneered