"Bailly, you're ready to eat."

Song Yiqiao never thought that she would start cooking one day, and she would do it for several years.

Since she knew that Sherlock had fallen off a cliff, but fortunately her previous savings were still there, Song Yiqiao rented Mrs. Hudson's room and lived in Sherlock's house ever since. Life alone is not easy, after giving birth to a child, she reacted in hindsight that she couldn't let the child eat fast food takeout with her, so she decided to start cooking.

It has been proved that once a woman is ruthless, nothing can be difficult.

She was sick to her stomach at the first sight of a kitchen knife, and then she looked calm and calm, and often studied recipes. And now Song Yiqiao hasn't eaten at a restaurant outside for a long time.

"Mom, I'll help you."

Little Bailly is only three years old, and he is already much smarter and more sensible than ordinary children. With black hair and gray eyes, his eyebrows have both the depth of the West and the subtle softness of the East, and he is a beautiful little boy.

When Song Yiqiao lay weakly on the hospital bed and saw the wrinkled child, she couldn't help but burst into tears. She named the child "Bailimayo", which means Greek for "waiting". Maybe Sherlock will really come back here after many years, as in the book, and the thought of such a scene makes Song Yiqiao feel that life has courage.

Bailly can consciously clean up clothes and toys, and will also help Song Yiqiao with housework, but his personality is completely inherited from Sherlock, often sitting on the floor alone and playing with puzzle blocks, or learning English with TV, and reading a lot of illustrated picture books.

Bailly's personality is silent and introverted, and he usually doesn't talk to anyone except Song Yiqiao.

Nor was there ever a question about the father.

"Mom?"

Bailly's childish voice interrupted her memories.

Song Yiqiao subconsciously raised the corners of his lips and gently brought him the plate containing slices of bread: "Be careful, don't fall." ”

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

She hurried forward to open the door, and sure enough, Mrs. Hudson was standing in the doorway, along with Watson and his wife, Mary, and a woman who had been playing with her phone without lifting her head.

Seeing the door open, she handed the things she was holding to Song Yiqiao, and while pressing them on the touch screen, she said absentmindedly: "Explain above, if you have time, I hope you can go home with him, which can be regarded as fulfilling the promise that was not fulfilled back then." ”

"Home?" She was stunned for a moment as she carried the bag.

"Mr. and Mrs. Holmes would like to see you. Oh yes, and, happy birthday. ”

After she finished speaking briefly, she turned around and went downstairs in the same position as before, not hindered by her mobile phone at all.

Watson shrugged and said, "The people around that guy in McCroft are always weird. ”

She nodded in agreement, "yes." ”

After giving birth to Bailly, Song Yiqiao encountered a lot of trouble because she had to handle things like identity. And Mycroft learned about the child's DNA through some secret channels, not only solved a series of follow-ups for her, but also took care of her openly and secretly over the years.

He treats Bailly as Sherlock's only blood, and occasionally deigns to visit Song Yiqiao's home, but only while the others are away. Like Bailly's birthday today, he just asked other people to bring gifts and didn't show up in person.

According to McCroft's rule, it is estimated that it will come in a few days. To Song's delight, Bailly likes McCroft very much and will not be as silent as usual.

A lot has happened in the last few years.

After Sherlock disappeared, Jasmine went to a hospital, and more than a year later, Song Yiqiao heard that Jasmine and an internal medicine doctor at that hospital had come together, and the two were living happily ever after, having just given birth to a child.

Song Yiqiao saw Jasmine walking with her husband with a happy face on the way to the supermarket, and her heart suddenly felt a little more steady. She had always been afraid that what had happened to Jasmine had a bad influence at the beginning, but now it seems that Jasmine is living better without their existence.

Mrs. Hudson continued to live alone, as always. She helped a lot during Song Yiqiao's pregnancy, although she had no previous memories, the two still got along very well, just like mother and son.

As for Watson, he had met Bailly by chance while visiting Mrs. Hudson, and the soldier's keen sense of smell had made him find something unusual, and when he saw Mycroft haunt a few times, his thoughts were more certain, but he never said it. Watson became familiar with Song Yiqiao as a guest friend, and the couple often came here and would bring them some daily necessities.

As if the secret arrangement of fate, everyone who was already strangers gathered around her again, and Song Yiqiao's heart also had some comfort.

- Sherlock, when will you be back?

"Happy Birthday! Bub! ”

Mrs. Hudson held the present and handed it to Bailly, and he politely thanked him, not forgetting to smile, and only then did his ice-gray eyes fill with the sparkle of a child.

Among these gifts are puzzles, audio picture books, and small musical instruments......

Bailly set things aside neatly, bored and allowed them to tease the children, and had to cooperate a few times. Over there, Mrs. Hudson helped Song Yiqiao put the rest of the food on the table, and soon the small table was filled with tempting food, and finally there was a double layer of cream cake.

"Knock knock!"

"Who?"

They looked at each other, and Song Yiqiao sat up abruptly and nervously went over to open the door.

Is it- is it-

"Hello, this is your courier, if there is no problem, please sign for it."

“……”

Song Yiqiao couldn't hide her disappointment, she pursed her lips and took the cardboard box. The address above is a library in Florence, and the handwriting is sharp but elegant, as if a personable man can be peeked out of the handwriting.

It's Hannibal.

He is supposed to be the only one who is not affected by the memory. Thankfully, Hannibal never wanted to disturb Song Yicho's life, except for sending gifts at the annual birthday party, as if the whole person had disappeared.

Song Yiqiao also wanted Hannibal to help find Sherlock's traces, but after hesitating for a few days, he gave up. She couldn't let Bailly be affected in any way, and since they had been separated, it was better not to have any more contact.

She took the delivery and looked out the door with the last glimmer of hope, but there was no one in the empty hallway except for the young courier.

Song Yiqiao lowered her eyelids and closed the door.

The noisy world is cut off by the door, left in the warm house.

As usual, they talked about the things in their lives, with Mrs. Hudson complaining about the recent increase in the price of cabbage in the supermarket, and Mary talking more about the anecdotes she had with Watson's little clinic. They all habitually avoided the topic of a certain person, for fear that Song Yiqiao would be uncomfortable.

After the lively party, everyone helped clean up their things. Mrs. Hudson went upstairs, and Song Yiqiao put on her coat and dressed Bailly, and the two of them carried Watson and his wife to the door and watched them go away.

Suddenly, a snowflake fell from Song Yiqiao's eyes.

She blinked, looked up, and there was goose feathers and snow falling from the sky in the dark night, and the crystalline, clear and beautiful snowflakes swirled lightly with the wind, and finally merged with the cold ground.

"It's snowing." She muttered to herself.

Bailly, on the other hand, did not feel the joy of the snow, he frowned beautifully, and saw Grave's approach from a distance.

The wonderful thing is that Greve, who was originally extremely disgusted with Song Yiqiao, has been obsessed with her after losing his memory, and has pursued Song Yiqiao without giving up for so many years, even Mrs. Hudson can't stand it anymore, and wants to match them together intentionally or unintentionally.

"Miss Song!"

Greve's eyes lit up, and he came over with a gift, smiling and wanting to say a word to her. Song Yiqiao made a few perfunctory sounds, but his eyes couldn't help but drift into the distance.

She froze.

In the hazy darkness, a man with a tall and tall figure stood in place. He was wearing a long dark trench coat, and a thick scarf covered half of his cheeks, but he couldn't hide some of his pale face.

The gray eyes that were usually indifferent were like frozen wax figures at this time, staring straight at Song Yiqiao.

He is like a victorious general, and like a weathered fighter, both full of ambition and hesitant to move forward.

He had never been as ambivalent as he is now.

There are vast snowflakes between the two, as if they have missed the time that will never go back, and the two worlds that cannot be crossed between them.

Song Yiqiao moved first.

She took a deep breath and sped out desperately under Grave's stunned gaze, she ran so fast that like a shooting star, she finally fell into the orbit she should have.

Until he was almost at his destination, Song Yiqiao slowed down, walked in front of Sherlock, and stopped.

They stared deeply at each other for a few seconds before Sherlock spoke.

"Sorry, I'm late." His voice was a little dry and hoarse.

"It's still too late."

Her eyes were shining, not like a single mother, but like an amorous and gentle girl, with a bright galaxy surging between the waves.

“……”

In response to Song Yiqiao, there was a warm enough hug that strangled the ribs, and a cautious hot kiss that fell on her lips like a feather.

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