Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

When the blood relationship lies before the relationship, the entanglement caused by the age gap is particularly ridiculous.

Just because of the same blood, the secret emotions buried deep in my heart seemed to be completely polluted, and there was no possibility of breaking through the ground.

Such emotions made her start to loathe herself and want to run away from everything related to it.

The faces of Uncle Watson and Shirley floated in front of her eyes, and this was the only redemption Hamish could think of.

Perhaps everyone knows about her almost perverted attachment to Sherlock.

Naturally, Sherlock knew best.

As soon as Shirley's primary education was over, Watson took Shirley to Africa as a volunteer doctor.

Hamish still vaguely remembered Sherlock's complicated expression.

She thought, in fact, Sherlock was not so indifferent, at least, he still cared about Watson's departure at the beginning.

Three years is enough for Sherlock to erase all traces left by Watson and Shirley in their lives.

The room next to Sherlock that originally belonged to Watson was completely remodeled and became Hamish's bedroom. The chairs in the dining room were also stubbornly kept at three, and the position of the sofa was carefully changed...all deliberate , in the final analysis, because of caring.

Hamish packed her luggage and tidied up the whole house. She packed Sherlock's messy experimental items in big garbage bags and was going to take them downstairs together, waiting for Mrs. Hudson to deal with them when she returned from the tour.

The moment she closed the door with the handle, Hamish thought she would not shed tears. How could she do such a fragile and hypocritical thing? She is a girl who does not change her face in the face of a murder scene.

In any case, I hope Sherlock will care about her a little bit when he comes back.

After all, she has already thoughtfully emptied the traces of her room.

Maybe, never come back.

When Hamish just walked out of the airport, he saw Uncle Watson's blond hair, still gentle and reliable, which made Hamish smile unconsciously.

Compared with Sherlock, Uncle Watson actually takes on more tasks of taking care of her. In her heart, Uncle Watson may represent the image of the role of father.

In the dark night, Shirley asked her, "Have you really decided to let go?"

Under the moonlight, Xue Li saw the wry smile on her face, the flash of loneliness, and then the firmness, and the eternally delicate and soft voice in her memory was also tinged with a little bit of astringency at this moment.

"I shouldn't be chasing the sun, my blood is a little afraid of being hot."

Shirley stretched out her hands and gently encircled her slender body. They put their heads together and closed their eyes intimately.

No need to ask any more, whether to let go or not is just a matter of time.

Life in Africa is more pleasant than Hamish imagined.

Her skin was tanned to a light honey color, no longer so pale that it was pitiful, but with a healthy color, and her soft curly hair was also braided into a wild braid by Shirley's dexterous hands.

As long as you see the withered yellow color of the grassland, because of the rich and mysterious creatures, full of vitality, more dazzling than the sun, you will feel that here, as long as you live, you are happy.

Simple and mysterious happiness.

Going to school, shopping, dating, watching football games... Hamish's life is the same as that of all young girls. She no longer has to jump over the wall to skip classes, go to the corner coffee shop to satisfy her father's willful demands, and no longer have to spend time between Shirley and her father. In the middle of the dilemma, you no longer have to face bloody, dark and twisted cases.

so good……

'Is it really good? '

Hamish seemed to hear the man still looking at him indifferently, and asked her mockingly in his tone.

'Of course not. '

Although I don't want to admit it so much, I... really miss you...

Although it was only such a short time to leave.

Although you have no news.

Note: I should not pursue the sun, my blood is a little afraid of being hot.

This sentence is not original, but I forgot the source.

☆、Chapter Nine

The clear blue sky, the soft and changing clouds, the green stadium, the running players, the cheering and enthusiastic crowd...

Everything seems to have nothing to do with Hamish, her eyes through the court, through time and space in a trance.

Shirley looked at her worriedly. Recently, Hamish's performance was too worrying.

I deliberately pulled Hamish out to watch the football game, just to make her relax, but it didn't seem to work very well.

Sure enough, those who shouldn't watch the football game should agree to Dad's suggestion and go to a movie.

"Mimi, you're in a daze again."

Shirley's voice full of helplessness and worry rang in her ears, pulling Hamish back to reality from distant memories.

It was the living beings running wildly on the football field, not the brutal slaughter that Sherlock took her to see happened on the similar green grass.

She clearly understood that this kind of life...is the best.

Hamish smiled at Shirley, indicating not to worry about himself, "It was just a daze."

It's not all at once, Hamish understands, Shirley understands too.

Ever since that mysterious message appeared on the screen of his mobile phone, Hamish knew that his heart had been shaken.

She began to frequently recall her life on Baker Street, frequently recalling the bits and pieces that had been deeply buried in her heart, even though she had warned herself not to recall, not to go back, just give up and live like this, but that familiar tone, When the familiar name broke into the peaceful life again, there was already an undercurrent in her heart.

She began to pay attention to the information of the British school unconsciously. When she turned on the computer, she wrote the application inexplicably. Under Shirley's silent gaze, she clicked the email to send.

Hamish was a little nervous, as if going back to that day, Ivan also looked at her in such a silent way, and never came back and never saw her again.

Shirley looked at her silently, this little girl who grew up with her, this girl she wanted to protect since she was a child, since she was a child, the only person she cared about was that one person.

Her long hair has not been braided for a long time, and it is naturally and softly scattered on her shoulders, with a tenderness. She does not like sports by nature, and her skin, which was originally honey-colored, has returned to normal after two years. white.

Two years didn't seem to change her at all.

She is still the girl who skipped classes with just one message.

Even after two full years of abandonment, with just one message, she abandoned everything again.

Companionship is the longest confession of love.

However, companionship seems to be the last place for you.

Perhaps, for him, it is also the last place.

When Watson asked Hamish why he suddenly wanted to return to England, Hamish silently handed out his mobile phone.

Still familiar number, still familiar tone, still familiar name.

"London, back soon. - SH"

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Hamish stared wide-eyed at the taxis passing below as he boarded the sightseeing bus through the streets of London.

The city of London is both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

She's lived here for 16 years, but she's rarely actually visited London, nor can she have a Sherlock's psychopathic brain that scans maps of the city into her head.

Her return did not alarm anyone. When she arrived at Baker Street, Hamish suddenly felt a complex feeling of "going back to her hometown". This is the place she is really familiar with.

Most of the shops on the street are familiar ones, and a few new ones have opened. The clerk in the coffee shop downstairs opened his eyes in surprise, and greeted her with surprise and familiarity.

"It's been a long time, how are you? Hamish." The younger brother said to her with a cheerful smile.

Hamish also couldn't help smiling, "I'm fine, Nick, it's really nice to meet you."

"I'm happy too, it's such a boring street without Sherlock."

Hamish rolled his eyes and heard him ask: "If you come back, Sherlock should be back soon? Yeah?"

He also cutely added an ending sound, but Hamish couldn't notice this cute little habit anymore, and her smile faded a little, "Maybe."