Red Dust Tune: Cherry Falling King's Heart

Chapter 25: The Beginning After the End

London, England

John Watson walked into the house at 221B Baker Street, which used to be the house he rented with the great detective Sherlock Holmes, but he moved out two years ago after Sherlock committed suicide by jumping off the building in order to deal with Moriarty; now that Sherlock is back, but Because John was married, he didn't move back here to continue to be Sherlock's assistant when solving the case, but he would come back from time to time to discuss the case with Sherlock, or visit the landlady Mrs. Hudson, for example, today.

"Mrs. Hudson, how are you doing?" John saw Mrs. Hudson coming out of the kitchen in the hallway, and asked.

"Oh, John, you came just in time." Mrs. Hudson was holding a tray with a cup of tea on it, "You guys have guests. Sherlock has gone somewhere, you go to receive him first, and have a look Is there another case?"

"Well, a new job is here." John walked into the living room with Mrs. Hudson, but was taken aback when he saw the person on the sofa in the living room. This... looks like an oriental person.

Zhong Wanjun crossed Erlang's legs, sat casually on the sofa, and looked at the place where his second brother lived. Mrs. Hudson brought him some tea, and he thanked him very politely.

Mrs. Hudson said: "I have already called Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and he will be back soon. If you have any case to ask Mr. Sherlock Holmes for help, you can first tell Dr. Watson, he is Sherlock's assistant."

"Okay, ma'am." Zhong Wanjun looked submissive to the younger generation.

Mrs. Hudson walked out, leaving the living room to John and Zhong Wanjun.

"OK, well," John sat opposite Zhong Wanjun, "I'mJohn Watson, I'm Sherlock Holmes' assistant. May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Zhong." Zhong Wanjun looked playfully at the small man who looked like a teddy bear in front of him, thinking that his annoying second brother hadn't come back anyway, so he would tease his assistant first .

"Well, Mr. Zhong." John thought why this man looked at him so...weirdly? "Then please tell me what I can do for you."

"No." Zhong Wanjun said concisely.

John was taken aback: "Er... please allow me to ask, what's the matter with you here?"

Zhong Wanjun smiled slightly: "Icome here, forkilling Sherlock Holmes." After finishing speaking, he also took out a pistol from his arms, loaded it and put it on the coffee table, then picked up the tea prepared by Mrs. Hudson, and took a small sip , with a leisurely look, as if what he said just now was not what he said.

John on the opposite side was shocked and jumped up from the sofa.

"Are you surprised?" Zhong Wanjun raised his eyebrows, his hair exploded so quickly, his second brother's taste in choosing assistants is really bad, "Since you are Sherlock Holmes' assistant, you should know that he has offended many people over the years."

"You!" John was anxious, why did this man want to kill Sherlock? "You can't hurt Sherlock."

Zhong Wanjun tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa: "Are you sure?"

John really couldn't figure out what this oriental man wanted to do.And the movement he made has attracted Mrs. Hudson.

"Boys, what's the matter?" Mrs. Hudson appeared at the door of the living room in surprise.

John stared warily at Zhong Wanjun on the sofa, and said to Mrs. Hudson, "Mrs. Hudson, call the police and inform Officer Lestrade that this man wants to kill Sherlock."

"What?" Mrs. Hudson was exaggeratedly startled, "Jesus!" She hurried out to make a phone call.

"Also, tell Sherlock not to come back," John added loudly.

"OK, I know." Mrs. Hudson's voice was particularly funny amidst the panic.

Zhong Wanjun is very satisfied with the mess he caused for Sherlock.

The two people in the room were confronting each other, and Mrs. Hudson outside the room was frightened.It wasn't until Officer Lestrade's car drove in that Mrs. Hudson breathed a sigh of relief.

"What'swrong?" Lestrade was called by Mrs. Hudson on the phone, saying that someone broke into the house on Baker Street and wanted to kill Sherlock.He was very puzzled, isn't everything about Moriarty settled?Why would anyone still want to kill Sherlock?

"An oriental man killer, John said he wanted to kill Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson yelled.

"What?" Lestrade frowned as he walked into the room. How could a criminal tell his purpose directly?Is it a prank or the other party is too sure, arrogant enough to ignore everyone?

Walking into the room, the so-called "killer" was sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, and John was staring at him nervously and warily.Of course, Lestrade didn't ignore the pistol on the coffee table.

"Greg, you came just in time," John called Lestrade's name, "take this man back to Scotland Yard for questioning."

"Well, is he trying to kill Sherlock?" Lestrade wondered, would a real killer know that the police came and would not flee or resist?

"Of course, he said it himself," John said.

While talking, Sherlock came back.

"Wa, it's really lively." As soon as Sherlock received the call from Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock vaguely guessed who this person was who was so daring enough to come to the door and say he was going to kill him.Sure enough, this annoying younger brother would not be reconciled if he didn't cause him a little trouble.

"Sherlock, why are you back?" John exclaimed.

Ignoring John and the others' surprise, Sherlock took off his scarf as usual, hung it on the coat rack, and asked at the same time, "When did you go back to London?"

"I just arrived this morning," Zhong Wanjun replied, "I came to see you as soon as I got off the plane. Are you touched?"

"You didn't come to find me, you came to find trouble." Sherlock didn't appreciate it. "How's your health? Cho said you didn't come back with her and went to help some classmate." Cho is Zhang Qiu's name Transliteration of "Autumn".

Zhong Wanjun said lightly: "It's nothing serious, I flew here after resting in Taipei for two days."

John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson watched the two talking in amazement, did they know each other? Who is Cho again?

Sherlock sarcastically said, "Aha, you still know to come back? Do you know that Daddy and Mummy are worried about you!"

"I know..."

"Daddy and Mummy were so worried that they couldn't sleep when they knew you were captured by the US agents!" Sherlock's voice began to fill with anger.

Speaking of this, Zhong Wanjun was also guilty: "I didn't expect things to turn out like that later, and I don't want Daddy and Mummy to worry."

"Aha, let me guess why the original seamless plan failed." Sherlock said sarcastically, "Is it because of that girl named Lei Ting again?"

"I..." Zhong Wanjun had nothing to say.

"No, wait, wait." John interrupted the two, "Can you tell us first, whoseDaddy and Mummy?"

"Our Daddy and Mummy," Sherlock replied impatiently. "He's my brother, obviously."

"Your brother?" The expression of the people in the room was distorted, "Why do you have an oriental brother?"

Zhong Wanjun stood up and held out his hand to John: "Let me introduce myself formally, Sam Holmes, the half-brother of Sherlock Holmes and Mycroft Holmes - obviously, my mother is Chinese. Sherlock's mother is my adoptive mother, my My biological mother passed away very early. Nice to meet you."

After a long phone call, John managed to sort out the relationship.He hurriedly shook Zhong Wanjun's hand: "Er...Hello, John Watson, nice to meet you." He immediately said to Sherlock: "Hey, you never told me you have a younger brother."

Sherlock looked puzzled: "I'm sure I said it, you didn't hear it."

"No, you didn't actually say that."

"Well, then you know now."

"..."

After shaking hands with John, Zhong Wanjun turned to Lestrade again and extended his hand to him: "Hi Officer Lestrade, we will be colleagues from now on."

"Colleague?" Lestrade wanted to hold Zhong Wanjun's hand, but he was a little puzzled.

"Aha, Mycroft arranged for me to enter Scotland Yard, and we will work together soon." Zhong Wanjun showed a very formulaic smile.

"Uh..." Lestrade took Zhong Wanjun's hand, "You look...quite young."

"Isn't it?" Sherlock revealed his little brother's background heartily, "he's only 17 years old."

"What? 17 years old?" Both Lestrade and John were taken aback, "Haven't you gone to college yet?"

Sherlock and Zhong Wanjun brothers looked at each other, smiled without saying a word.

Lestrade and John looked at each other, with the common answer in mind: Mycroft!With him around, getting a diploma at the age of 17 is not a matter of minutes.

"Since you said you were Sherlock's brother, why did you say you were going to kill him?" John wondered.

"Oh, that's obvious," Sherlock said. "He's just out of habit trying to get me in trouble."

Lestrade knew that the whole relationship thing was a farce. The Holmes... The corners of Lestrade's mouth twitched, speechless.

"OK, let's get down to business, what did you come to me for?" Sherlock asked.

Zhong Wanjun said, "I want you to go home for dinner."

"uh-huh?"

Zhong Wanjun sighed: "It's finally over, we should go home and have a meal with Daddy and Mummy."

"By the way, listen to the reprimand of the two old men?"

"Of course you worry Mummy more than I do."

"Bullshit."

"It's the truth. By the way, remember to inform Mycroft, I still have something to do, let's go first."

"Why didn't you inform... Hey, you didn't come here to inform me to go home for dinner, you came to make trouble?"

"Glad you finally figured it out. I'm sorry it's been too long to bother you, I can't help it."

"To shut up!"

§

After leaving Sherlock's house, Zhong Wanjun returned to his apartment on Hampstead Road.This is an independent two-storey apartment. The reason why Zhong Wanjun took a fancy to this place was that its surrounding environment is quite good. It is located in the city center with convenient transportation. There are all kinds of hospitals and restaurants nearby. You can see London when you go out to the street. University College, a short walk after dinner to the British Museum and the British Library.Of course, housing prices in such a location must not be cheap, but for Zhongwanjun, the price does not matter, the most important thing is to live comfortably.

When he opened the door and walked into the house, Zhong Wanjun could smell the aroma of rice—it was Qingying.

"Wanjun, you're back!" Qing Ying came out with a plate of dishes, and she put the dishes on the dining table, "I must be exhausted from the flight for more than ten hours, just wait a little longer, there is still time to eat." One dish, fried and ready for lunch.”

Zhong Wanjun watched Qingying rush in and out, and suddenly felt very comfortable and at ease.Every time he went back to London, except to go to his parents, when he came back to this apartment and opened the door, he was always greeted by a deserted room, never like today, warm and with a sense of belonging.

Qingying said: "If your sister hadn't called me just now, I wouldn't even know when you'll be back today. Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhong Wanjun shrugged his shoulders: "I wanted to scare you. By the way, are you still used to living here? I usually live here alone. Now that you are here, you will be more popular." He followed Qing Ying into the room. out of the kitchen.

"I've only been here for two days, and I've just gotten over the jet lag, so I'm not used to it, I just feel like if I live here..." Qingying said hesitantly.

"Inconvenient? Or do you think I'm taking advantage of you?" Zhong Wanjun guessed.

Qingying smiled embarrassedly: "I have both..."

Zhong Wanjun smiled and said: "We are also life-and-death friends. It is not inconvenient for you to live here. Besides, you are a newcomer, and the rent of a house in London is also expensive. Living here will save you at least a sum of rent, right? If I go out to live alone, I don’t feel at ease. And here is University College London, so it will be more convenient for you to go to school in the future, and you don’t need to live on campus.”

Qing Ying nodded, turned around and continued cooking, without letting Zhong Wanjun see the flash of sadness on her face... Friends, actually being friends is already very good, isn't it?

Qing Ying said: "Friends belong to friends, but I can't eat and live for free. How about this, I will be responsible for the three meals, and... housework such as sanitation."

Zhong Wanjun thought about it, if Qingying felt that she could live more comfortably this way, that's fine too. "Okay." He hesitated again: "But... the things you burn should be edible, right?"

"... Zhong Wanjun!"

"Hey, the stuff in your pot is mushy!"

"Ahhhh!"

Dingling bells, the first day of cohabitation, how busy it was.

§

After finally sitting down to have lunch, the topic of the two finally changed to something more serious.

"By the way, my sister said, my brother-in-law said that everything about the ultimate class is settled, is it really all right?" Qing Ying asked while eating.

Zhong Wanjun picked up some food with his chopsticks and said, "No problem, everything has been taken care of."

"That's good." Qingying felt relieved.

Zhong Wanjun said: "Tonight I'm going back to my DaddyMummy's house for dinner. After going through so many things, our family should also get together. You can come too."

Qing Ying was taken aback, then she declined and said: "This is not good, what should I do at your family's party?"

Zhong Wanjun smiled: "Don't worry, my parents will definitely like you very much."

"But..." Qing Ying was in a dilemma, "I wasn't prepared at all, you suddenly told me that you would take me to meet your parents... and it was your family gathering, you have been away from home for so long, your parents must have a lot to say I want to tell you. How inconvenient it is for me to be an outsider."

Zhong Wanjun thought about it, and it seemed that he did too.He hesitated and said: "But you are at home alone, I'm afraid you are too deserted."

Seeing that Zhong Wanjun began to consider her own feelings, Qingying was moved.She said: "It's okay, I was at home alone in the two days when you didn't come back? And I have to practice my spoken English well, so I won't be bored."

Zhong Wanjun nodded, and said: "Then you should be careful when you are alone at home, and pay attention to safety. Don't go out at night. You are new here alone, and you can easily be targeted by some street gangsters."

Immediately, Qing Ying, who felt that Zhong Wanjun had turned into an old lady, stuck out her tongue and let out an "oh".

There was no topic to talk about, and the two quietly bowed their heads to eat.After eating, Zhong Wanjun wanted to help Qing Ying wash the dishes, but Qing Ying rushed him to take a nap.

Zhong Wanjun lay on the bed, let out a sigh of relief, finally, everything is over.

He turned over, rolled up the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.In the days to come, there will be no thrills, only the peace he has always hoped for.

The end of the end, the beginning of the beginning.Life in the future will definitely be better!

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