Sherlock was erased from his memory.

He forgot Song Yiqiao, forgot everything that happened here, and it seemed that in addition to solving the case, he could only use some hobbies to pass the time. During this time, he always inadvertently felt anxious, and always seemed to feel that something was missing.

Sherlock walked over to the wall of the living room and rubbed against the smooth wall, his brain aching for a moment.

Did he ever mark here?

There's a letter – a letter –

Since that day, a needle has been hanging next to his heart all the time, and every now and then he has pricked it gently, and the sore and swollen pain has continued to the internal organs, and he has learned so much pathological knowledge in vain, and he still can't tell what is wrong with him.

Shylock went to the opera alone, as usual, and neither "Les Misérables", "Cats", nor "Faust" brought him any strange feelings. Only after the heroine of "Carmen" appeared, the hanging needle suddenly pierced it heavily.

He clutched his aching chest, his face pale.

……

Soon, Moriarty's appearance distracts Sherlock.

For this long-cherished enemy, he has always wanted to arrest him. Sherlock didn't care if he was in danger, he knew that if Moriarty was still at large, the hideousness beneath that decent exterior would be revealed.

He pursued Moriarty unrelentingly, and never regretted his decision until he fell off a cliff.

In the moment of darkness, a picture suddenly appeared in front of Sherlock's eyes—a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes, looking at him generously, her soft petal-like lips raising a smile, and her lovely dimples looming.

- Wait for me to get back.

She said.

Airplanes......

A loud hum, like a propeller paddling, took over Sherlock's mind. Fragments of memory kept stirring, and scenes that were forcibly covered up surfaced: the swaying black skirt at the ball, the ridicule on the phone across the street, the umbrella shaking in the night, the sweetness and pain of hugging......

He was almost suffocating, and he could only hold his heart tightly.

Puff, puff.

If it weren't for the images he recalled in that moment, he would have died a long time ago, and he would have been one of the bones under the cliff.

"How did you get back here?"

Song Yiqiao's sudden voice interrupted Sherlock's memories. He was silent for a few seconds, hugged his soft body and said lightly: "After waking up, I remembered everything, found the nearest town and was healed, and then came here." ”

“……”

Song Yiqiao hugged him tightly, and the skin was intimate so that he could feel the real touch.

Her nose was sore, and she muttered quietly, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

It must not have been such an understatement as Sherlock said, but Song Yiqiao didn't want to ask any more. Every time she thought of how he broke free from the shadow of death and came back alone, she felt as if she had been wronged, and bursts of sadness came to her heart.

Seeing her restrained emotion, Sherlock simply pressed her head and kissed her.

The cold lips fell on the warm skin, Song Yiqiao shrank for a moment, and then embraced him boldly and kissed him back. His lips tossed and turned over a sweet flap, priing off all of Song Yiqiao's defenses, leaving some rough scratches between her lips and teeth.

"Hmm......"

The hot temperature between his lips spread all over his body, and he unbuttoned Song Yiqiao's clothes, pressed her down on the bed, and covered her body.

"Knock knock!"

The movements of the two froze.

Song Yiqiao blushed and whispered, "It's Bailly." ”

“……”

Sherlock had never felt that having a child was such an irritating thing for him.

"Go open the door for him......" Song Yiqiao quickly buttoned all the buttons and patted his swollen cheeks, "I almost forgot, I haven't read tonight's story yet." ”

"If memory serves, with his current vocabulary, it doesn't hurt to read those stories."

"Knock knock!"

"Mom, it's so dark outside, I'm scared ......"

Bailly's sweet and greasy voice suddenly came out through the door, and people's hearts softened when they heard it, and they couldn't wait to hug him into their arms.

Song Yiqiao completely forgot about Sherlock, and trotted over to open the door before he had time to put on his slippers.

A soft little body instantly rushed over and hugged her tightly, with a faint milky scent. Bailly rubbed Song Yiqiao's face, his chubby little hand around her neck, and his voice was crying: "I want to sleep with you......"

He is coquettish at the moment, there is no usual silence and coldness at all, and there are a few tears hanging on his slender and thick eyelashes, as if he can cry to her without saying a word.

"Okay, don't cry, sleep with your mother tonight."

Song Yiqiao picked him up and walked to the bedside, and little Bailly was forced to be separated between the two, and then he wiped away his tears contentedly.

"What's the story you're going to hear tonight?"

She turned on the bedside lamp, the dim light shining on the beautiful storybook, and gently communicated with Bailly.

"Hmm...... Let's do this! ”

Bailly has read these picture books a long time ago, and can basically retell the above content. He ordered a random story and listened absentmindedly to the contents, but his eyes were unblinking at his mother's beautiful face, which was becoming more and more quiet in the light, and the soft gaze that was cast at him from time to time.

How could Sherlock not know what was going on in Bailly's heart, he watched quietly for a while, a slight smile on his expressionless face.

Very smart, however, still young.

“…… Finally, he finally found the treasure he was looking for. What is it? ”

Bailly winked wide, cooperatively.

"It's love."

Song Yiqiao closed the storybook, smiled and kissed him lightly on his soft and smooth cheek: Okay, go to sleep. ”

……

The next day, when Song Yiqiao returned from shopping at the supermarket, he found that Sherlock was the only one left in the room, and Bailly's things were gone.

She looked shocked and asked, "What about Bailly?" ”

"He wants to go to Mycroft for a few days, you don't have to worry." A certain detective lied without changing his face.

"I see." Song Yiqiao didn't doubt it, he looked happy, "I feel much more relieved to see that he can get along with his family." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was hugged by Sherlock who stepped forward.

At this moment, in another place.

The two of them stared at each other.

Bailly said calmly: "I want to go back." ”

Mycroft was silent.

He's a good and dutiful brother, so—

The representative of the British government, who had always carried an umbrella with an unchanged face, hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively: "Have you ever heard of the legend of Ireland?" ”

“……”