"The Greaves are here for a vacation again."

"Bailly isn't here."

"That's right, it looks like they're doomed to pounce this time, how can my little Bailly be with his daughter!"

Song Yiqiao said this, put down the towel in his hand, and looked at Sherlock with shining eyes: "What do you think of John's children?" Although Bailly is a few years older, their daughter is beautiful and well-behaved. ”

She is in her thirties, but she still looks young and beautiful, and her smart look is like that of a teenage girl. It should have just been bathed, the white porcelain-like smooth cheeks were flushed, and the long black hair was loosely draped, not yet dry. The two of them sat on the couch by the fireplace, and all they could hear was the crackling of resin, so clear in the silence of the night.

"His daughter is only three years old."

Sherlock put down the book in his hand, walked behind her, picked up Song Yiqiao's towel and continued to wipe her long wet hair. The wiping force is not heavy, and the water droplets on the tips of the hair are wiped off again and again, and the tangled strands of hair are sorted out by the way.

Song Yiqiao narrowed his eyes and muttered, "But you're also a lot older than me." ”

"Is it eight?"

She couldn't help but burst out laughing, "I think, almost." ”

Song Yiqiao replied with a punitive pinch of her face.

After Sherlock returned, Grave didn't know what was wrong, not only was he not discouraged, but he insisted on proposing to Song Yiqiao, saying something like "abandoning mother and son for three or four years, I simply have no sense of responsibility as a man", trying to make her shake.

The joy of the reunion was about to get carried away, and Song Yiqiao didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, but he didn't realize that his cautious husband was already unhappy.

So, when she woke up one morning, she had an extra ring, proof of property, and real estate deed in front of her.

He said, "Let's move to a new place."

Song Yiqiao's eyes were red, and he nodded in agreement before he had time to think about it.

Sherlock moved very quickly, and after Song Yiqiao agreed, the family moved to a farm in the suburbs that day. After Moriarty's case, Sherlock decided not to meddle in new cases for the time being, but to do what he had always wanted to do. For example—

Research on beekeeping.

There were two people who were most unhappy about this. One was Greve, who was finally dismayed to understand that the pursuit was probably hopeless, and how could a woman who was willing to follow her husband from the city of London to the countryside to live a hard life change her mind? And the other, is Bailly. When I woke up, my mother put someone else's name on it, and he had to follow him to a strange place, huh...... Although it is interesting to study beekeeping......

Anyway, after the family moved there, their lives were a lot cleaner.

Mr. and Mrs. Watson came to visit occasionally, as well as McCroft, Sherlock's parents, and Mrs. Hudson, who often used it as a vacation place on their statutory days off, and stayed in a car with a pile of luggage, and the empty place suddenly became lively.

Bailly said that he was not interested in this group of people who were chattering noisier than sparrows, but he still revealed the joy of being a child.

It's okay to make a noise once in a while, he thought reluctantly.

They never moved since, and Bailly went to boarding school early because of school problems. In his early teens, he was already studying for college.

"Time flies." Song Yiqiao sighed, "I can still remember the first time I saw you, and now the children are so old." ”

"What was the first impression?"

Sherlock put down the towel and hugged her into his arms, and the two sat on the sofa, their bodies warm, which made Song Yiqiao a little sleepy.

She rubbed her eyes, snuggled into her hard, firm chest, rubbed like a small beast, and her voice softened.

"Hmm...... It looks like it's hard to touch......"

A feathery kiss fell on the forehead.

"And?"

"And ...... Also, I think we should stay away from you...... Otherwise......"

Halfway through speaking, Song Yiqiao lost his voice. She closed her eyes and let out an even breathing sound, her chest rising and falling slowly.

The man who held her in his arms lowered his eyelids and looked at her carefully, a pair of cold gray eyes dyed with a warm color under the light of the engulfing flames. At this time, he took off all his defenses, and gave his sleeping wife unreservedly and gently.

"Far away?"

He kissed the soft and ruddy lips, paused, and kissed lightly again, his deep voice was so gentle that Song Yiqiao didn't hear anything.

"I think that's the wisest thing to do."

Unfortunately, it was too late.

……

Time flies, and Song Yiqiao changes from mother to grandmother, and then from grandmother to great-grandmother. She has witnessed many weddings and funerals, and the world has changed prosperously, but the people around her have been holding her hand and have not changed.

When you're older, you're always prone to accidents.

She accidentally contracted the wind chill after taking a bath, and her body's antibody ability weakened, so she naturally fell ill like a mountain, and she died within a few days. It was the call of death, and there was nothing they could do. The children have repeatedly persuaded their great-grandfather to have less contact, but what if he is infected with the cold again?

Sherlock's expression was calm and composed, not even a hint of panic or pain.

He just stayed awake all day and all night, accompanying Song Yiqiao, unwilling to leave half a step.

The strength of humanity could not resist the pace of death.

I'm afraid it's going to-

Great-grandmother, she-

On the night of Song Yiqiao's death, the man in the room sat on the chair next to the bed and quietly accompanied her to the end of her life. Their fingers clasped together like stones joined together.

When Bailly entered, he froze in place.

He pursed his lips, his fists released and clenched, and his usual coldness and sharpness disappeared.

Bailly whispered to the crowd behind him, "...... All died. ”

Organize the relics and take care of the rest...... The people of the Sherlock Holmes family have always been neat and tidy, but they are cleaned up in a few days, and no one is interested in their property, and the only thing they want is in their own hands.

For example, the gifts of great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers over the years, as well as the gift of good memories for them.

"What is this?"

Bailly's youngest daughter opened a hidden drawer in her bedroom and beckoned to everyone in surprise.

"Daddy! Mom! Come here, y'all! ”

There was a letter lying in a drawer, the paper yellowed, which should have been a certain number of years. There are two rings resting on them, which are a testimony of how many years of love they have worn.

In the eyes of everyone, Bailly opened the envelope and read it out sentence by sentence.

"Noisy love, affectionate resentment, everything out of nothing, heavy frivolity, serious arrogance, neat chaos, leaden feathers, bright smoke, cold flames, haggard health, eternally awakened sleep, negation—even if love makes people so fearful, I am happy to have you."

——The end——