[Sherlock Holmes HP] Mary Sue of Sherlock Holmes

--------------Four years later--------------

"Dad, is this your father's home?" The blond-haired, blue-eyed girl who looked like an angel doll was led by a man with a lonely expression.The man was obviously not too old, but he already had white hair and a somewhat messy beard, making him look like an old man in his 60s.

"Well! Let's go in..." The man led the child into the house where his soul had been imprisoned.

Walking into 221B Baker Street, the man felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he could no longer take a step forward.The girl beside him just looked up at his painful expression because of being trapped in memory, stuffed a piece of candy into her mouth, and stood beside him quietly and docilely, without urging her.

"(⊙o⊙) Oh..." The landlady's wife came out of the room, and immediately saw the haggard man holding the little girl.Can't help exclaiming, and then let the two into the room.

"Ping... Ping... Pong..." The landlady's wife forcefully put the tea in front of the man to express her dissatisfaction, but when facing the little girl beside him, she gently handed over a piece of delicious food. cake, and a glass of carefully warmed milk.

"Oh, does little Joanne like milk? Here, warm milk with four sugar cubes."

"Thank you Grandma Hudson!" Joanne Dursley Holmes took the warm milk and thanked Mrs. Hudson sweetly.He didn't seem to mind at all that his father was treated coldly by Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh no, you don't add sugar, right?" Turning her head, Mrs. Hudson straightened her face at the man, with a mocking look, but only made the man smile tolerantly.

"Yes, I drink tea without sugar!"

"It's easy to forget such trivial things!" Mrs. Hudson sighed a little, but both people present could see that she hadn't forgotten at all, and was just venting her anger and dissatisfaction with the man who hadn't contacted her for a long time.

"Yes." The man felt a little guilty.At the beginning, he couldn't face those warm memories, but now he was sad, so he moved away directly.However, Mrs. Hudson, who regarded her partner as her own child, was left behind. She even picked up the phone a few times because of the tingling in her heart, and did not press the call button.

"You seem to have forgotten a lot of little things! You grow a beard, which makes you look old!" Mrs. Hudson didn't want to go around in circles, and her character was always very straightforward.She hoped that the man would take the initiative to confess to her and apologize to her.

"I just want to try to change my image. After all, I'm already a father! Mrs. Hudson..." The man accommodated Mrs. Hudson, but he didn't say anything to Mrs. Hudson's heart.This made Joanne Dursley Holmes, who had already seen Mrs. Hudson's intentions, rolled her eyes when she was not attracting attention.

"I'm not your mother, so I don't expect it...but at least make a phone call! John! Just one phone call is enough!" Mrs. Hudson could no longer hide her disappointment, and she almost begged John H. Watson said.

"I'm sorry..." John H. Watson lowered his head guiltily. Joanne Dursley Holmes felt that her father would really die of guilt if this continued, so she chewed the candy in her mouth and put everything in her mouth. Swallowing, then stood up and changed the subject.

"Grandma Hudson, can Dad and I go back to the second floor? I want to see where my father lived... Dad wants us to move back... This is his home!" Joanne De Sirley Holmes tugged at Mrs. Hudson's clothes, eyes as beautiful as the sky, filled with tears.

Only John H. Watson, her father, knows that this is Joanne Dursley Holmes' nirvana, and it can make the hard-hearted Mycroft Holmes helpless.In the invincible record of the little angels of the Sherlock Holmes family, I am afraid that there will be one more victim.really……

"Oh, my poor little Joanne, we'll go up right away..." Mrs. Hudson was immediately moved by Joanne Dursley Holmes, and immediately took the key and led her "poor little angel" upstairs to see look.

Because it has not been cleaned, you can feel a rush of dust as soon as you push the door, and the fine dust dances under the sunlight, making Joanne Dursley Holmes think that she saw the dust in the dark. The scene of the elves playing with the sunlight seen on the island of worry.

I felt some heavy breathing from John H. Watson behind me, and when I looked back, I saw his nostalgic eyes.There is no one else who can make her father lose his temper like this, except the father who was 'short-lived' (accent)...

"I can't bear to rent it out... He never likes me to clean it..." Mrs. Hudson opened the curtains, and a burst of strong dust immediately polluted the originally unclean air.Joanne Dursley Holmes frowned, and waved her hand while Mrs. Hudson was not paying attention, and a gust of unobtrusive breeze wiped away the fine dust in the air.

John H. Watson felt the air clear, and immediately knew what his precious daughter had done. He glanced back at Joanne Dursley Holmes, and got the coquettish expression of Joanne Dursley Holmes sticking out her tongue.

"Yes, he never liked people touching his things..." John H. Watson followed his daughter's thoughts and diverted the topic away, hoping that Mrs. Hudson would not notice this small change.

"Why do you suddenly want to move back?" Mrs. Hudson still felt a little uneasy, hoping to hear the promise from John H. Watson himself.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hudson... I let go of everything... I don't know why, it's getting harder and harder to call you... Do you know what I mean?

I have something... to tell you... and I'm going to move on!I met someone..." John H. Watson stammered and wanted to express himself, which was obviously a good thing, but made him feel guilty and embarrassed.

Joanne Dursley Holmes beside him secretly rolled her eyes again, feeling helpless at her upright father.She doesn't even know how to lie, so it's no wonder she was eaten by the Holmes family. If she hadn't secretly threatened Uncle Mycroft that if she bullied Dad, she would tell everyone about his lies, Dad would have been deceived even worse.

"Great!" Mrs. Hudson stood in John H. Watson's angle and felt that she should bless him.

"Yeah... we're getting married! Anyway... I'm going to propose..." John H. Watson didn't dare to look at Mrs. Hudson, although he actually decided for Joanne Dursley Holmes Form a family with the lady who came after him.

"Sherlock died not long ago..." Mrs. Hudson felt that her blessing would hurt the dead Sherlock Holmes, so she said hesitantly.

"...Yes..." John H. Watson hesitated at this point.

"What's his name?" Mrs. Hudson decided to wish John H. Watson anyway.

"She's a woman!" John H. Watson felt helpless when Mrs. Hudson confirmed that he was gay. He was obviously bent by Sherlock Holmes. He still liked women before, although now he uncertain……

"Female?" Mrs. Hudson's eyes widened in surprise.

"Of course it's a woman!" John H. Watson was helpless.

"You really look forward..." Hearing Mrs. Hudson say this, Joanne Dursley Holmes covered her face with her small hands, feeling a little ashamed.

"..." John H. Watson was speechless.

I'm Periwinkle...

"Dad, Uncle Mycroft will send a message saying that he will send someone over to clean it up. You'd better go and confirm the procedure and clothes of the proposal!"

The text message that Joanne Dursley Holmes had set for Mycroft Holmes rang. Joanne Dursley Holmes took out her mobile phone, and seeing the text message saying 'everything is ready', Just to John H. Watson.

"Okay then! Joanne, can you promise to stay with Grandma Hudson obediently?" John H. Watson knelt down on one knee and held Joanne Dursley Holmes's small shoulders, gently asked.

"I promise!" Joanne Dursley Holmes gave a military salute to John H. Watson, expressing that she would absolutely obediently stay by Mrs. Hudson's side.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of her for you!" Mrs. Hudson also said with a smile.

"Then I'm leaving..." John H. Watson reluctantly left 221B Baker Street and rushed to the reserved hotel.

"OK! Uncle Mycroft is ready to go!" Seeing John H. Watson leave 221B Baker Street, Joanne Dursley Holmes immediately sent a message to Mycroft Holmes: 'Princess Already set off, the prince can arrive! '

"Little Joanne, can you tell me what happened to the alcohol?" Mrs. Hudson felt that something was wrong, so she asked the little angel who was smiling like a little mouse who stole oil.

"This is Daddy's 'Prince Resurrection'! Hehe~~Come on, Grandma Hudson! Make a pot of tea and let me tell you everything that happened! Also, can I have another piece of cake?O (∩_∩)O~"

Joanne Dursley Holmes smiled and dragged Mrs. Hudson to Mrs. Hudson's room, and told everything she knew to this woman who regarded Sherlock Holmes as her child.