[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

He was not in a good mood when he came home, or rather, he was very depressed.On the one hand, it was because of the setback from Joseph, and on the other hand, because of some unusual discoveries, his perception of himself was about to collapse.

Luckily, Mom was away for some reason today, and no one was asking him questions.He wanted to skip dinner and go straight to his study, but when his father asked him to do carpentry, he hesitated, but still did not refuse.

With a little light on the porch, they continued to make an unfinished bookshelf on the lawn.He leaned on a board in silence, without saying a word.Dad took the hammer and hammered the nail in, and then motioned him to change the direction.

He pursed his lips and turned the board over in his hand, but Dad didn't move immediately, but looked at him thoughtfully, and the hammer spun twice in his hand.

"You hammer this nail." Dad handed him the hammer.

He took the hammer, held the nail half-embedded in the wood with one hand, and snapped it without thinking twice—it hit his hand.

"hiss--"

Dad laughed, neither caring about his injury nor giving any comfort.

"Pain helps you focus, Sherlock," Dad patted him on the shoulder, "and makes you think better about what's on your mind."

"..." He held his red fingers, did not speak, and tried not to look pitiful.

Dad laughed again without any sympathy, and he fixed the nail in two strokes himself, asking as if casually, "What happened to you and Jessica?"

He understood the subtext of the sentence in an instant - and he shouldn't understand it like this under normal circumstances, but now he is extra sensitive to the word "Jessica".Then he understood, which made his shaky self-confidence collapse again.

"We're not together," he couldn't help explaining, "if that's what you think."

"Mycroft said you were together." Dad looked at him innocently.

He loves Daddy, but sometimes Daddy just can't trust people, especially the evil Mycroft.

"Not at all," he said almost viciously.

Dad shrugged noncommittally.

"I'm serious."

"Okay, okay," Dad made a stop gesture, "but I still don't believe you, and your haste to explain it is enough to explain it."

"I, no, I'm in a hurry." He said slowly.

Dad squinted his eyes and laughed, and said exactly the same thing as McCoff, "I really want to take a picture of you now and hang it on the bedside..."

Their family's obsession with making a fool of themselves at the head of the bed and family members is puzzling.But he still felt terribly offended, and he probably showed it when Dad stopped what he was doing and patted his head.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Dad said with a smile, "admitting to falling in love for one person."

"I didn't..." he argued feebly.

"Although I only loved your mother," Dad seemed to be lost in memory, "but I can tell you a lot about my feelings about love, the skills of chasing girls and so on," he shook his head and continued, "But I To think that you should feel these things yourself."

Dad's eyes were very serious, with a hint of expectation, and he knew what it meant.His parents always wanted him and Mycroft to feel the beauty of ordinary people's life, even if it wasn't beautiful to him, it didn't matter to him to work hard, to work hard, or to sit back and enjoy what he got without thinking about making progress. What's the difference - both are "ordinary".He doesn't know what his future life will be like, but it will definitely not be "ordinary".

Therefore, he has not yet determined whether he wants to feel the so-called love.

So he didn't answer, and helped up the half-finished bookshelf again.Dad shook his head again, but didn't continue talking, and cooperated with him to assemble the last part.

They sanded it down the entire length, then oiled it twice, and took it to dry in a storage shed in the back yard.

"I think we did a good job, don't we?" Dad clapped his hands in satisfaction, "Maybe it will be available tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to it." Then he looked at his watch, "It's so late...you don't wonder if your mother What have you been doing?"

"A few days ago there was a letter from Cambridge. The rut at the gate was heading south. She went to the city. A half carrot in the kitchen indicated that she left after dinner. The person she was going to meet was neither familiar nor unfamiliar. I boldly I speculate that they only passed letters and never met, and this visit is related to the work my mother has been doing these days."

They were walking across the garden path towards the back door when Dad patted him on the back of the neck, "Exactly, Sherlock, and I'm not surprised. I've often wondered how lucky I am to have you and Mycroft." Of course, all of these are brought by Martha willing to marry me."

He seemed to sense that there was something in his father's words.

They entered the house and Dad fumbled to turn on the light, "So whatever she decides, I'll support her. But I know your mother will always put your feelings first."

The instant light in the room made him squint his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Martha's article published in the "Annual Journal of Mathematics" last time caused a lot of repercussions," Dad didn't hold back, "and Cambridge showed great sincerity, I was almost moved..."

He was surprised, but not outright unprepared.His parents' devotion to him has always been a knot in his heart, and the opportunity to resolve this knot is at hand.

"Of course, of course." His voice was dry for some reason, "I'm happy...no matter what Mommy does."

Even if it means he has to get out of here.

When he said this, he was sincere, but the image of Jessica appeared in his mind involuntarily. She was still dressed as she was this afternoon, wearing a long lace dress specially for the role of Juliet, and from time to time clumsily mentioned the overlong skirt angle.When she asked nervously if he would come back—he didn't know how she came up with the question—fear that didn't seem fake was overflowing from her wet blue eyes, her eyebrows drooped into ridiculous splayeds, and even His hands were twisted together, like a brown-haired dog begging for food, so he couldn't help but want to hide her bones to tease her...

What would happen if Jessica knew he was moving?What was he supposed to do if she was crying?

"Sherlock?" Dad's hand shook twice in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

He was startled, and lowered his head to cover up: "It's nothing. What did you just say?"

"I just said," Dad gave him a suspicious look, "your mother will be in London for a while, maybe next week you will eat my cooking, or you can cook it yourself, although I don't recommend you In doing so ... at the end of the day, I believe we can get through this together."

"I thought..." he said awkwardly, scratching his head, "I mean, your cooking skills are very good."

"Thank you." Dad obviously felt that he was insincere, so he got up and went to the kitchen after glancing at him, maybe he wanted to practice in advance.

He was alone in the empty living room.He leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.Jessica in her mind also showed a relieved expression, she tilted her head and said, "Don't do this next time", with a delicate voice, who would have the heart to hide her bones? ...

God, is he crazy?

Something inside seemed to be out of control, heading towards an end he couldn't imagine.There was a thick fog at the end, and he always felt that there was a terrific monster behind him, waiting for him with his bloody mouth wide open.At that time, the thing he is most proud of has become its food.

Maybe he was smiling when he recalled it just now, because he felt that the corners of his upturned mouth gradually sank down, and the muscles on his face relaxed and contracted under the command of the brain, readjusting to a new expression.In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he saw himself with a frightened expression.

He had never been so afraid for a moment.Fear of addiction, fear of losing control, fear of the uncertainty of not knowing what the outcome will be.But he would be lying if he said that this unprecedented fear did not bring him a little excitement.Trembling fear and adventurous nature are intertwined, making him vacillate between cautious and desperate.

But is this really what he wants?He was a little confused for a while, when his father met his mother, or even when Raymond met his boyfriend, how did they know what they wanted in an instant?

Fortunately, he didn't need to make a decision right away.

The whole vacation was enough for him to figure it out.

And there are some more urgent matters that he needs to figure out as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, he stood up from the sofa, the tip of his nose still seemed to be lingering with the scent of incense in Dr. Lecter's study, even after so many years, he still had a deep memory.

Joseph's words rang in his ears again this morning, "I want to become a person like my grandfather and help others. Even though we had some differences on this before, I have principles that I insist on."

Joseph's smile was impeccable, his words were almost perfect, without any flaws.But he felt that there were too many secrets in this person, waiting for him to discover.

The lights in the study were turned on, and tonight was destined to be another sleepless night.

The author has something to say:

The author found that he still has a few hundred meters of nighttime traffic_(:з」∠)_ and then haunted at night~

I don’t know why when I wrote that Sherlock compared Jessica to a dog, I thought it was so funny, I have such a talent for being funny (??) Hahahaha I can’t stop, I feel that most heroines are compared to cats. Why is Jessie The card treatment is so bad hahahahaha

I think Sherlock must think he is a cat, and uniquely a cat, so everyone else is a dog...

By the way, recently there is a preview of Sherlock's brain hole turning into a cat, and there will be a side story in a few days (the author who is not doing business)

Although the author is afraid to waste time in the comment area, I have seen everyone's hands~~

In the last chapter, I am very happy that you think it is sweet~~

I c wrote a small theater ah ah ah ah I really want to hire you as a shooter (funny)~~

Joseph will be revealed in about two chapters~~

@水喜宝宝This is not my home, no wifi, no network cable, nothing, almost not crazy... However, the writing speed has not increased (manual goodbye)

Babies who think they look good~~One person, one~~