"The higher philosopher is alone, not because he wants to be alone, but because he can't find his kind around."

“…… I'm not your kind. ”

"How can the light of the day understand the depth of the darkness of the night?"

“……”

Song Yiqiao got up silently from the bench and left the madman next to her, and the other party saw that she was leaving, and hurriedly followed.

She stopped abruptly.

"What are you doing with me?"

"Where are you going?"

The man in front of him was about thirty years old, his reddish-brown hair was shaved short, almost close to the scalp, he looked very young, and his eyes shone with wisdom and peace. He laughed, revealing his neat white teeth, glistening in the sun.

Song Yiqiao sighed in his heart and replied listlessly: "Don't talk to me anymore, I just want to go out for a walk and bask in the sun." ”

"I am the sun." He was righteous.

“……”

Who's going to take this retarded away! She can't control the power of the wilderness!

The man on the other side called Nietzsche - yes, that's what he called himself, and Song Yiqiao didn't bother to ask him what his name was. A few days ago, the two happened to sit on a bench for a while, and Song Yiqiao was squinting his eyes and basking in the sun, when the man suddenly accosted him.

As soon as you open your mouth is a famous quote from Nietzsche.

Song Yiqiao happened to know this sentence, and subconsciously continued to say the next sentence, "Nietzsche" showed white flowers and smiled, smiling extremely brightly.

After that, there was a Prussian ghost on her back, which hung around all day long.

Song Yiqiao was harassed by him, and it was so painful that it was useless to complain to the nurse, after all, everyone walked in the afternoon at the same time. She nested in the room for two days, but did not find Nietzsche, and thought that the other party had stopped.

As a result, in just ten minutes, the haunting great philosopher followed her all the way.

Song Yiqiao: "......"

Sure enough, is the water reversed?

With so much going on, she had only lived in London for a few months. Seeing that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the warm sun can't cover the cheeks that are flushed by the cold wind, the grand festival is about to begin, and the nursing home is also beginning to prepare-

Christmas.

The busy preparations brought the patients the same joy, they were allowed to decorate the rooms and windows together, of course, there was a lot of chaos, the white paint door was sprayed with a bunch of ghostly symbols, and the ribbons and stickers were almost eaten by the two patients as food, but fortunately stopped in time.

On this day, the dinner was extremely sumptuous, and the abbot took everyone to Mass, which Nietzsche did not appreciate, according to him, he was a Hindu Jew.

"Why do you practice Hinduism?" Song Yiqiao didn't hold back her curiosity.

"Because they have many gods."

In the bright light, Nietzsche replied with a grin.

…… Living in a psychiatric hospital, whoever is serious loses.

Song Yiqiao embarrassed his face, pretending not to hear and reading the classics silently on the side, and the man next to him swallowed the food in a hurry, making a mess of cups and plates after a while.

After dinner, they followed the nurse's instructions and returned to their rooms. Song Yiqiao patted the pillow, changed into pajamas, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Her daily state is very normal, and she never needs help with other people's basic life problems, but she is very worry-free.

After these days of treatment, Song Yiqiao no longer has nightmares day after day and heals the wounds of his soul at a slow pace. The old days and the past are sealed in the heart, instead of trying to break through the cage in the bottom of the heart, like a beast with crimson eyes, ready to show its sharp claws at any time and give a fatal blow.

Coming out of the bathroom, Nurse Nancy, with a gentle smile, was sitting on a stool waiting for her.

Song Yiqiao was a little puzzled: "Is there anything wrong?" ”

"Merry Christmas." With a pleasant expression, she pulled out an old-fashioned Nokia phone from her pocket, "As a holiday gift, the dean allows sober patients to make a phone call to their families, Joe, do you need it?" ”

"Call ......"

She was stunned, she couldn't even think of who to call, since she came here, she almost didn't have any social circle, and she didn't have much contact with the people around her. If you know each other, there is only one person.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Song Yiqiao took the phone.

It just so happened that she could ask about the recent situation and if there was any change in Baker Street.

"You'll be given five minutes of your time as a good reward for the recent table."

After Nurse Nancy finished explaining, she thoughtfully closed the door and waited in the hallway outside. Song Yiqiao silently read his mobile phone number, hesitated, or dialed the other party's phone.

There was a beep and the phone was connected.

"I'm Song Yiqiao." She was afraid that Sherlock would hang up the phone, so she spoke first.

The other end of the phone didn't seem to expect it to be her call, and it was rare to be quiet for a few seconds before slowly greeting: "I haven't seen you for many days, how are you doing?" ”

"Much better."

After Song Yiqiao's words were finished, the two suddenly fell into an awkward silence.

“…… Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes. She coughed dryly, trying to find a topic to continue with, "What about the others, did Mrs. Hudson have the holidays with you?" By the way, and Watson......"

Her tone is lively, and it sounds very pleasant through the microphone.

Sherlock was wearing a dark gray woolen long trench coat, slender white hands in wide pockets, gray eyes casually looking across the road, he stood next to the street lamp, listening to Song Yiqiao's warm words, his handsome face was expressionless.

The night was hazy, the cold ground was still damp with the rain of last night, and every store on the street was plastered with Santa Claus stickers or painted on the glass, and the twinkling stars hanging on the Christmas tree could be seen through the window.

It's like those pretty black eyes.

Sherlock retracted his gaze without a trace: "They're still there, I'll come out to breathe." ”

The hustle and bustle of the scene made him feel slightly uncomfortable, and he began to miss the quiet time alone. Sherlock refuses the request of his assistant Jasmine to accompany him on a walk, and alone he changes into a coat and scarf and walks down the cold street.

Song Yiqiao pursed his lips, but still said in a low voice: "Regarding the last time, I am very grateful, I hope it didn't bother you." ”

"Nope."

"That's great." She couldn't help but laugh, teasing Sherlock as usual, "I'm still worried about what to do if Mr. Holmes falls in love with me, and I've had to mentally rehearse the reasons for rejection many times before I think there's any need for it." ”

Sherlock asked nonchalantly, "What is the reason?" ”

"Hmm...... For example, Mrs. Holmes's name is too long, and if you don't mind calling it Mr. Song, I can consider the next development. ”

When she said this, she thought it was funny, and she laughed out loud first.

"Isn't that a great reason?"

Sherlock was stunned, the inconspicuous smile on his lips disappeared almost instantly, and he quickly regained his cold appearance.

"Crappy reason." He commented.

Song Yiqiao rolled around on the bed, lying on her back in the middle of the mattress, she looked at the misty night outside the window, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed in surprise: "It's snowing!" ”

She jumped out of bed and ran to the window, where through the clean glass she could see white, small flakes of snow falling like shredded pieces of paper, falling on the cold windowsill, and quickly melting into tiny droplets.

On the other side, Sherlock raised his head slightly, and under the dim light of the street lamp, scattered snowflakes were printed with a warm luster, like an actor dancing on the stage, floating to the ground in a light spin.

The city is being flooded by a sea of white.

Song Yiqiao longed that he could pass through the window and reach the vast ice and snow world. She didn't dare to exert herself, for fear of damaging the tempered glass, so she could only stick her face on the cold glass, and her speech was a little blurred.

"Did you see that?"

"Hmm."

Sherlock listened to her babbling like an old woman about her excitement at the rare snowy scene, not noticing a figure approaching behind her.

"You should go to China and take a look, the snow here is too small, it's like a storm, yes, it's like the real snow in Frozen, it can cover the whole world, like a castle of ice and snow......"

At this moment, Sherlock felt danger approaching, and was about to turn back, only to hear a "poof", and he was stabbed in the back.

"It's a pity that I can't go out now, otherwise I ......"

Song Yiqiao was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly heard a strange voice from the other side of the microphone, and couldn't help but feel nervous: "What happened?!" ”

The attacker's technique is extremely accurate, and he should be very familiar with the texture of the human body, and when the opponent tries to attack, he stabs it hard. Sherlock's will was terrifyingly strong, and he grabbed his sleeve in the face of the blood, and the next second, he sniffed B. The familiar taste of the ether, the consciousness begins to be in a trance.

"Click", the phone fell to the ground along with the person.

The strange attacker picked up the phone and heard Song Yiqiao's panicked inquiry, and a flash of pleasure flashed in his eyes.

He hung up.

"Toot-toot-toot-"

There was no one on the street, snowflakes fell on the icy ground, quickly melted into water, and the hoarse voice of Michelletumes was still playing: "merrymerryChristmas......"

The people under the streetlights were gone, leaving only a mess of snowflakes and some muddy marks.