[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Men must devolve for all human conflict, a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation, the foundation of such a method, is love.

Human beings must abandon all conflicts and wars, and find a way to reject aggression and revenge, and the basis of this method is love.

In the early morning, the British countryside is like a peaceful paradise. The ancient church looks very comfortable in the morning breeze, and the large clusters of wildflowers are blooming vigorously beside the narrow path among the hedgerows. In the guest rooms of Musgrave Castle, American Miss Rockefeller was sleeping soundly. As for the mood of the British man who was entangled by her like an octopus, it was worth thinking about.

The morning air in Sussex is fresh and refreshing, and the sweet scent of irises floats into the bedroom along the delicate white gauze curtain, which looks unrestrained and romantic.

The delicate face of the fair-haired elf girl was flushed with a healthy and beautiful pale pink. She seemed to have slept well last night. Sherlock saw a ray of sunlight throwing shadows under her curled eyelashes. She seemed to be about to wake up. The shadow followed The eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if something was flapping its wings in his heart.

Gently and slowly, soft and seductive.

Then he saw that touch of blue, a beautiful and quiet color, but with the magic power of infinite reverie.

His outline was reflected in the little girl's gray-blue eyes, and she smiled sweetly in the next second, "Good morning, sir."

Gloria hooked his arms around his neck, raised her head and pressed a kiss on his thin lips, stepped back a little, blinked and observed carefully, with a sweet and satisfied smile, "It's really Mr. Holmes."

At this time, Sherlock is even more convinced that being emotional is a physical defect of a loser, and that unreasonable things like love will only soften people's bones. For example, at this moment, the incredible idea of ​​wanting to hug her arises in his heart.

But this idea didn't last long, because Gloria suddenly showed a confused expression, "I dreamed yesterday that you were leaving me," she rubbed her temples, trying to remember the dream but failed, " But the rest suddenly disappeared from my mind—"

She closed her mouth and found Mr. Holmes staring at her with a dark face.

"Did I disturb you?" She looked at Sherlock cautiously, "I shouldn't have done anything——?"

Sherlock resisted the idea of ​​strangling her, his pale and handsome face gave the illusion of gnashing his teeth, "You slept as peacefully as a pig."

Gloria: Did she hit Mr. Holmes in her sleep?His green eyes were almost murderous!

Hey, so scared, Mr. Holmes smiled like a great white shark again.

Sherlock left the old-fashioned big bed and stood by the bed. The morning light reflected behind him. The blue silk pajamas tightly outlined his smooth and beautiful muscle lines. Gloria, who was captured by this beautiful scene, was ready to take the initiative to seek it. forgive.

So in the next second, the blond elf girl half-kneeled on the bed and threw herself directly into his arms.

"Sir, I'm sorry." Although she didn't know what she had done, she apologized obediently and Mr. Holmes should calm down... right...

The flimsy lace pajamas could hardly provide any cover. The moment Sherlock caught her subconsciously, he could feel the delicate touch of the girl's skin. He reprimanded in a low voice, "Let me go!"

Gloria, who was buried in his arms and rubbed gently, "I don't!"

It seems that what she forgot last night was more serious than expected. Why did Mr. Holmes feel even more angry.

"I really don't have an impression," she began to deliberately pretend to be wronged again, "otherwise you tell me what happened last night?"

Sherlock Holmes: "Shut up!"

Gloria: Heck, Sherlock Holmes' angry voice is so sexy.

British breakfast is always rich, and Mr. Reginald Musgrave likes to have breakfast in the garden. He sits at the dining table next to the purple rose and waits for his two guests in a well-dressed manner. Soon he sees the maid leading the summer Locke and his little girlfriend came over.

As a classmate of Sherlock University, Musgrave has long been used to the expressionless face of the genius detective, but what is the grievance on the face of the elf girl behind him?

The garden of Musgrave Castle is small and elegant, but unrestrained, in the typical William Robinson style. The botanist opposed the rigidity of classical English gardens and advocated a more natural style, eclectic It can also reveal a romantic beauty.

Gloria took a seat on Sherlock's left, and smiled politely at Mr. Musgrave. Her blond hair was shining in the morning light. Reginald had to admit that this girl was too pretty.

"Are you from England?" He just felt that this beauty was more like from the fairy tale kingdom Denmark or neighboring Sweden.

Gloria held Sherlock's finger under the table calmly. Although she didn't know why Mr. Holmes was angry, physical contact was always right. "I was born in New York, but people often say that I look like Nordic."

"Yes, you look like a princess from a principality in a fairy tale." He praised.

Reginald was really curious about how this young and beautiful girl got together with Sherlock. After all, Mr. Detective has never been interested in emotional games, and his inadvertent attention to Gloria made Sherlock frown.

Mr. Detective sipped his coffee, and the gold-rimmed bone china cup was as beautiful as a priceless work of art in his pale and slender hands, "I need to know the height of that old elm tree."

Reginald was a little puzzled, "What old elm tree? Is this related to the disappearance of the housekeeper?"

Seeing that Sherlock was about to show your idiot expression again, Gloria quickly squeezed his hand, and explained to Mr. Musgrave in his dissatisfied expression, "The ceremony implies a certain place, and the oak and elm are exactly Orientation pole," she pointed along a pothole in the lawn, "then was there an elm tree?"

Well, in fact, she also thinks that this family is a bit stupid, since the ritual records are so clear...

"—yes, that tree was struck by lightning ten years ago," Reginald explained.

"When you were a student at Oxford University, you talked about how your governess used to make you do trigonometry exercises to measure heights when you were a boy. You used to measure every tree and every building on the estate." Mr. Holmes has always had an amazing memory. Reginald repeated, "I need to know the height of the elm, if your brain doesn't lose memory."

"—64 feet, and the tree is 64 feet tall." Poor Musgrave experienced again the tragic feeling of being scorned by a genius detective familiar from college.

Gloria seems to like Sherlock's fingers very much. She always likes to caress delicately and gently. To some extent, she is like a crazy follower. She asked Reginald, "The butler also asked you Asked about the height of the elm?"

Reginald Musgrave was a little surprised. "Yes, Brenton did ask me about it a few months ago."

Sherlock showed a fake and sincere smile at Reginald, "I think you will be cheated out of your wealth sooner or later."

Gloria: Mr. Holmes is always too honest.

Reginald Musgrave: What a disturbing couple!

Mr. Holmes had already finished his meal, and he gave instructions to the descendant of the nobleman, "After you finish the district council, remember to bring back a six-foot fishing rod."

"Of course," Reginald replied subconsciously, and then asked doubts, "How did you know that I will participate in the district council?"

Sherlock was expressionless, "Everything is obvious."

Musgrave: Damn obvious!

"Gloria, if you cut up the food on your plate again and don't put a piece in your mouth, that stupid cat you keep in Baker Street will go around the world tonight."

Gloria: Aren't you throwing a tantrum?You don't care if I eat breakfast or not!

Well, to give a strong answer, she just thought about it. For the happy life of cats, she showed a sweet smile to Mr. Holmes, and then obediently ate the unrecognizable bacon and fried eggs into her mouth.

Hey, Mr. Holmes' menacing voice is really sexy.

She was probably hopeless.

Mr. Musgrave, who exudes the fragrance of a single dog, has left the manor to attend the district council, while the two guests he invited still stay in the garden surrounded by rhododendrons. Gloria looked down at the Small flowers, the unique blue of the gorgeous gentian flower is like a burning blue spark, like a bohemian elf calling.

But even if there is really a beautiful elf calling her to the depths of the forest, she will not leave, Gloria smiles, because there is Mr. Holmes here.

Mr. Holmes was here, and she was reluctant to leave.

In the beautiful and quiet English-style garden, the fair skin of the elf girl seemed to be shining under the sunlight. She obediently ate the croissant that Sherlock put in front of her, and looked at her as if hoping to get a compliment Mr. Holmes, "It turns out that not only generalized anxiety disorder can heal itself without medicine, but you even made me fall in love with food again."

Under her smile, probably no one could say no to her cruelly, and the high-functioning anti-social Sherlock Holmes was the same.

"What did I do to you last night?" Did she really hit Mr. Holmes in her sleep?

Gloria's gray-blue eyes looked at him pitifully—

"You can do the same thing back to me..."