Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

how is this possible.

how is this possible.

The whole world can die.

why.

Why she couldn't see the date of his death.

No.

do not do that.

Sherlock, I will hate you.

I will hate you.

Ai Miye stood up again in a trance, she couldn't see the scenery in front of her clearly, the original black and white also slowly changed, the white was swallowed by the black, she couldn't see anything clearly.

All the stories become blurred, memories are like snowflakes, floating slowly in the air, sinking and floating in the deep sea.

When she woke up again, she realized that she was lying on the operating table, her eyes were bright, and she frowned slightly.

A voice whispered in her ear, "I'll show you some pictures, and when you choose some pictures, the voltage on your finger will start to work."

"Voltage boosts the more times you choose."

Finally, the voice pressed against her ear, whispering, "Don't choose Sherlock."

After speaking, pictures began to play in front of her eyes, some random pictures.

She saw the picture of Sherlock, and when her eyes were on it for more than 1.5 seconds, the voltage switch worked, and for the first time it didn't hurt too much.

The picture continued to flow, and the pain in the finger slowly increased.

After a while, the pain in the fingers became more frequent and more unbearable.

An hour later, Ai Miye passed out on the operating table.

The doctor asked the man next to him if he wanted to continue this practice. Cyril reached out, stroked her forehead tenderly, and leaned over to kiss her eyes.

Say calmly, "Go ahead."

The doctor injected medicine into Ai Miye, and she woke up after a while.

The pictures in front of me continued to flow, and the pain in my fingers kept coming.

Doctors repeat this process over and over again.

When Xi Ruier came to see it every day, Ai Miye fell into a coma due to the pain.

After nearly a month, Ai Miye's frequency of choosing Sherlock slightly decreased.

Her physical condition is still very bad, her hearing can only hear sounds within one meter, and her eyesight is even worse. The most serious thing is that she has almost continued to have a low-grade fever in this month, and occasionally she recovers and will soon relapse.

She couldn't even feel the temperature, and it seemed very hot to others, but she held it without any response, until her fingers turned red and caught the servant's attention.

If it stays that way, she has less than five months left.

Humans have always been fragile.

She had a bad past, but she wanted to live.

Now, she has no desire to live.

Cyril put down her work and came back every day only to see her thinner.

He took the plate from the servant, and Aimi Ye sat on the soft chair, because he couldn't see clearly, his eyes were a little blurred, and he always looked absent-minded.

He was feeding her carefully, and just after taking a few mouthfuls, she suddenly turned around and vomited, and when he fed her again, she refused to eat.

She hasn't said a word since Sherlock's death until now.

Xi Ruier had no choice but to let the private doctor on the side step forward to hold her down and give her a nutrient solution.

But as soon as the needle approached, Ai Miye, who was originally quiet, struggled frantically, such a forced injection might be dangerous, the doctor looked at Xi Ruier.

After a few seconds of silence, he shook his head, and the doctor and nurse left the room.

Deathly silence.

He couldn't bear to hug her and patted her on the back lightly. The person in his arms was so thin that he seemed to die at any moment.

She still has no expression, like a puppet.

This situation lasted for a long time.

As the frequency of her choosing Sherlock gradually decreased, her health gradually improved.

When Sherlock's photo is mixed with random pictures, she can no longer be harmed by the voltage switch.

She began to forget the existence of Sherlock, and also forgot Baker Street.

The body made her forget the past, and she replaced those memories with blanks.

Two years later.

"Baker Street? She doesn't live there anymore."

Mycroft looked at the surprise in his younger brother's eyes, and he patiently poured salt water on Sherlock's wound, "It's been two years, why does she still stay there?"

As if that wasn't enough, he continued, "She's moved on with her new life."

"What life? Where would she have a new life without me?" Sherlock raised his jaw arrogantly.

McCoff pursed his lips, noncommittal.

"Where is she going tonight?"

"She has a reservation at a restaurant on Marylebone Road." He deliberately didn't say the latter.

She made a reservation at a restaurant on Marylebone Road, with Charles Xavier.

Sherlock straightened his suit and said a little arrogantly, "I might stop by to see her."

Mycroft had almost seen the end, and he advised his dear brother, "She may not welcome your presence."

The curly-haired man frowned and retorted firmly, "Impossible."

Although, the reality is not always so rosy.

Otherwise, what a tender world it would be.

Marylebone Road restaurant.

The curly-haired man wore a decent suit, casually took off a guest's bow tie and tied it for himself, then took a pen from another guest's bag, walked over to Aimi Ye with the menu, leaned slightly, Deliberately suppressing his voice, he asked, "Would you like something, ma'am?"

Ai Miye was dressed very formally today, she looked like she was going to a certain banquet in a while.

She shook her head and politely declined, "No need, thank you."

One word sent him away.

Sherlock: "..."

Adhering to his professional ethics, he pointed to the last wine on the menu and said, "It seems that you are waiting for the arrival of an old friend, and this wine tastes like the past, and it may be very suitable for the occasion."

Thinking that she and Charles were indeed old friends, she changed her mind and nodded, "Yes."

As she spoke, she handed him the menu, glanced over, and didn't pay too much attention to him, nor did she recognize him.

Although he wore glasses and drew a beard with a pen, it was not so difficult to distinguish. He added, "The taste is familiar, but it implies surprise."

Ai Miye didn't look at him again, and said calmly, "Then, Surpriseme."

The imperative sentence is used.

Sherlock: "..."

Pursing her lips, "I'm trying to surprise you, ma'am."

He whispered, took the menu and left.

But apparently Ai Miye didn't hear these words, she propped her chin and looked at the door, waiting for the only light left in her life.

Under the light, her complexion was slightly transparent. In the past two years, her body has gradually improved, but it was only worse than before she came to Baker Street, but at least it was much better than when she remembered that incident.

Without waiting too long, Charles arrived soon, and he smiled softly, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

There was no button on the top of the collar, and the cuffs of the sleeves were turned up, revealing the beautiful and slender fingers, and there was a gentleman's atmosphere naturally exuding from his body.

Finding her distracted, he asked softly, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, then suddenly frowned and said, "I seem to see a person just now, and they look familiar."

"Perhaps you have."

Since she was often sick, Cyril started to let Charles come to see her, and every time she talked with Charles, her condition would improve slightly, so their contact has continued to this day, but as time goes by, Ai Miye She doesn't remember why she reconnected with Charles, she just likes Charles' unreserved trust in her, no matter what she says, he believes her, even if it is something incredible, he is willing to believe her.

Suddenly, the previous waiter came over with the wine, leaned slightly, and spoke very fast, "Ma'am, this wine must be very suitable for your taste. The taste is classic, yet fresh. Like the eyes of a group of strangers, Looking back suddenly, it turned out that it was the reunion of old friends."

Ai Miye raised her eyes, this time, she looked at him seriously, but only frowned slightly, "Just let it go."

She did not recognize him.

This is impossible.

Sherlock frowned, took off his funny glasses, and restored his original voice, "Ai Miye, you don't know me?"

Charles also looked at the curly-haired man after hearing this sentence, and he swore it was the fastest thought in his head that he heard.

It was that person, the cause of Ai Mi Ye's illness.

His death caused Ai Miye severe trauma, so she had to receive voltage treatment, otherwise she would live for five months at most given the current situation.

Ai Miye felt even more strange when he heard his words, "Why do I know you? I have never seen you before today."

She suddenly stopped, "Do you know my name?"

"Because I know you."

"Why don't I remember you?"

Sherlock pursed his lips, unable to answer the question either.

London, England.

"Why doesn't she remember me?" The curly-haired man's voice was very deep, like a cello-like elegant timbre, with a bit of mellowness.

Mycroft squinted at his younger brother, "After you died, she suffered a serious illness. According to the situation at that time, she only had five months left. After the doctor used the voltage method, the frequency of her thinking about you decreased, and her illness also decreased. It's getting better, you should be glad that she forgot about you, otherwise you can only see a corpse now."

Slightly drooping eyes, his tone was flat, "She is sick because she doesn't have me."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "She's better off without you."

"She's so miserable without me, look at how she's having dinner with disabled men now."

Mycroft: "..."