Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

Hamish thought he would not get used to it, after all, he had been away from London for so long.In fact, within a month, she did not make herself get used to it again.

She thought it was a matter of time until Sherlock reappeared in her life.

Hamish was familiar with doing a series of things she had long been accustomed to, and thought helplessly that maybe what she was not used to was the absence of the most important gentleman in the scene she was familiar with.

Sherlock seems to have magical powers, and the time Hamish spends with him is full of both strangeness and regularity.In a sense, this gentleman has a very strict habit system formed for a long time, presumptuous and self-disciplined.

No matter how much time passes, Sherlock seems to be deliberately controlling his daily life, confining himself to the boundaries set by himself, absolutely self-centered, and he has little interest in this world except sin.

Hamish looked at the curly-haired man who seemed to be reading a magazine seriously but had observed the entire restaurant from the corner of his eye, and sighed involuntarily.

His fluffy curly hair softened his face, and the loose curly hair on his forehead made him exude some vivacity that did not match his age, making him appear younger.But in any case, he has undoubtedly entered the end of middle age.

The gap between them is too big, age may be the simplest gap, apart from companionship, there may be no possibility of confession.

Hamish also ordered a cup of black coffee, without adding any milk or sugar, after just a sip, the astringency filled his mouth, and even his expression was bitter.

Sherlock had already put down the magazine, waiting for her to speak.Of course he could see that she had something to say.His eyes were on her alone, maybe just observing, but Hamish was still addicted.

Hamish hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed the words that had been in his heart for a long time.

"Why don't you explain it?"

Why cheat, why leave, why abandon, why return.

Sherlock took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, and tapped the table lightly with his slender fingers, showing a complex and intertwined expression, making it difficult to organize words.

Although Sherlock was considerate and didn't speak, Hamish was keenly aware of the dislike for his IQ hidden in the other person's expression, so that he couldn't even explain it, or it could be said to be troublesome.

She shrugged and acted nonchalantly, and this secret dislike was a great gift.

Their topic fell silent, and they began to immerse themselves in their own worlds again, until a bunch of beautifully packaged roses were delivered to Hamish.

"Your eyes are like a lake of water, swaying and full of stars."

Sherlock took out the card in the middle of the rose, and read out the beautiful words printed on the paper with an unwavering tone, his expression became more rigid, "This kind of words that are obviously illogical and without aesthetic feeling under the average IQ read It always feels unbearably mediocre."

Once again feeling the power of Sherlock's spoiling the scenery, Hamish completely disappeared in the small surprise of receiving such a large bouquet of roses for the first time.

She has never been pursued for so many years. Could it be that this rose was actually given to Sherlock? !

Hamish's eyes wandered for a moment.

Regarding Hamish's magical brain supplement, although Sherlock can't guess the specific situation, it does not prevent him from being able to keenly perceive what is wrong with Hamish.

Fortunately, the rose was taken away by the waiter apologetically, saying that it was sent by mistake. Hamish couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or disappointed for a moment.

Sherlock put down the phone calmly, glanced affirmatively at the extremely efficient waiter in his eyes, and then turned his head casually.

Waiting for Hamish to tidy up, Sherlock walked out the door side by side with her very naturally.

Mykoff told Sherlock about Hamish's experience over the years, but his departure did cause some gaps and omissions in his little girl's life.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone and sent another message to Mykoff very quickly, briefly specifying his request.

Mykoff and Lestrade were puzzled and dissatisfied with Sherlock's actions very early on. He protected Hamish's surroundings tightly, and completely forced Ivan, who had grown up as a childhood friend, away completely. Infiltrated into every aspect of Hamish's life, but never expressed the slightest to Hamish.He kept Hamish in place, but didn't allow her to actually walk in.

Sherlock naturally knew how bad his actions were.

But so what.

From the very beginning, Hamish belongs only to him, and the meaning of existence lies only in his purpose.

Human nature has bad roots, and Sherlock is even more so.