People always feel happy when they are close to happiness, but they suffer from gains and losses when happiness is in progress.

"If you have to say that." Red pouted unconvinced, Liu Fanxu smiled and narrowed his eyes, and continued to hit him, "Hey, come on, Spencer, you just don't want to admit that a man like Sherlock Holmes can also have feelings for women." However, this is probably the only time in his life that he has been occupied by reasoning. And all the while, Erin Adler didn't notice what kind of traces she left in his heart as one of the four people who defeated Sherlock Holmes. ”

In fact, even if Mr. Sherlock Holmes did develop feelings for Erin Adler, he would have nifted them in the bud, believing that superfluous emotions would interfere with rational judgment and interfere with his incomparable brain. So he will not allow his reasoning to be bound by feelings all his life. Red retorted quickly, she looked him in the eye and asked casually, "Do you think so too?" Being emotionally bound can affect the brain to make rational judgments. Red frowned and shook his head, "That's just the characters in the book, how can we live in a state of emotionlessness in reality, it is precisely because we are normal and sound people that we feel love." My admiration for Sherlock Holmes is limited to his subtle art of reasoning and the rational use of his brain, and as for his values and outlook on life, I do not fully agree with him, and I cannot imagine what life would be like without his feelings. What's more, Mr. Sherlock Holmes is not completely unemotional, he values Watson, who is his partner and his second family member after McCroft. ”

"So do you think that family relationships are more stable, and family ties are more reliable than love?" Liu Fanxu lowered his eyes and asked softly. The corners of Red's eyes jumped, knowing that she was still concerned about his temptation that afternoon. He pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer because he was not sure of her feelings, so he opened his mouth and asked rhetorically, avoiding the point of conflict, "What about you?" What do you think? ”

"Spencer, I don't have a family." Liu Fanxu suddenly looked up at Rhett, his eyes flashing, "For as long as I can remember, the only person I can rely on is myself, and the only person I can trust is myself." I haven't felt a family relationship, I haven't felt a lover relationship, I can't compare. So how should I judge love and family affection? Yes, I used to think that my mentor was like my father, but I know that feeling is not entirely true. Because even in the face of my mentors, I have not been able to deliver full trust. Oh, it's funny to say, my guru taught me the same way, he told me not to trust him, not to trust anyone but myself. ”

"So do you believe me?" Red looked at Liu Fanxu's eyes, they were dim and restrained, but with a slight tremor, he asked softly, "Do you believe me?" Aga. He saw her nod her head gently after a few seconds of thought, her lips quirming, her voice dry and hoarse, "It's like a gamble, Spencer, I choose to believe you." Red pursed his lips and smiled, his voice brisk, "Aga, I know, how hard this is for you. But I want you to know that no matter how much you trust me, I will trust you 100% at all times. Looking at his smiling face, Liu Fanxu's eyes trembled slightly, and he thought silently in his heart: Spencer, if you know that my hands were once stained with blood, even if it was the dirty blood of a criminal person, would you still say and believe it with a smile on your face, if you are honest and kind?

She is so hateful, but she stands in front of the purest boy, thinking about liking and love. However, even so, she was still unwilling to let go. The darkness longs for sunlight because it also wants to be illuminated by the sun, and she has been in that world for too long, so long that she is exhausted. She didn't want to live as desperately and empty as a mentor one day in the future. She has carried war and brought peace, but where is her peace?

At the end of the day, whether it's Harry Potter, the great savior, or Malfoy, the great nobleman struggling with a new balance, or her, a coward who fled to the Muggle world, they are all just outcasts of time, tasting loss in the past of tears and blood, watching over and over again the festering wounds continue to rot. They cannot be reborn in peace, because the so-called victories they have received are far less than the losses they have received in the battles of the past.

Every time you wake up from a dream, it's a nightmare. She could only bear the darkness sealed in her heart, eroding all her hopes little by little. Until she broke down and fled, then she met Red. Perhaps that's why, as soon as the war ended, Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy immediately married Astoria Greengrass. At Malfoy's grand wedding, he held a goblet with a blank face and said to her coldly, "It's not about love, we just need a home." "They all need the warmth of home to hide the rotting trauma and deceive themselves that they are doing well.

Liu Fanxu didn't speak, she leaned forward and kissed the corner of Red's mouth, the tip of her nose brushing his cheekbones against his cheek. Red moved slightly, and subconsciously tilted his head towards Liu Fanxu, but she had already left, the lips of the two were wrong less than a centimeter apart, she lowered her eyes, pulled the quilt and tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and whispered, "Rest early, Spencer, good night." Red opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the love words that stuck in his throat. He watched her walk to the bookshelf and put the Sherlock Holmes Detective Book back on, and watched her lie back on the couch, seven paces apart, but unable to get closer. He pursed his lips and wanted to say, "Hi Aga, you haven't read to me yet." Her voice sounded at this moment, like a trickle, like a blues melody in this night, slowly coming out"

Themerchant,tosecurehistreasure,

Conveysitinaborrowedname.

Eupheliaservestogracemymeasure;

ButChloeismyrealflame.

Mysoftestverse,mydarlinglyre,

UponEuphelia’stoiletlay;

WhenChloenotedherdesire,

ThatIshouldsing,thatIshouldplay.

MylyreItune,myvoiceIraise;

Butwithmynumbersmixmysighs：

AndwhilstIsingEuphelia’spraise,

IfixmysoulonChloe’seyes.

FairChloeblushed:Eupheliafrowned：

Isungandgazed:Iplayedandtrembled：

AndVenustotheLovesaround

Remarked,howillwealldissembled.”

Rhett's eyes trembled and looked at the ceiling, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly closed his eyes, and he silently sang with Liu Fanxu in his heart:

In order to safely transport the treasure,

Merchants always disguise their appearance;

Chloe ignites the flame of my love,

But I pretended to be Euffhelia.

My lingering poems, my beloved piano,

Placed in front of Euffhelia's dresser;

Chloe proposed at this time,

He wants me to sing to my face.

I let go of my singing voice,

I played the harp;

Helpless singing faintly mixed with sighs,

The unbearable piano song is deeply sad.

I confess my duplicity,

I admit that I am short of breath and long;

And in his mouth sang Euphelia's carol,

But a heart is tied to Chloe's body.

Euphelia's eyebrows tightened,

The beautiful Chloe is full of spring light;

I trembled as I played,

I sang and stared.

Venus came to us,

Tell the little Eros around you not to be idle;

It is always self-defeating to say that it is true love,

It is said that it is hypocrisy, and it will eventually be covered up.

In his dream, Red stood on the emerald green lawn, the warm summer breeze kissing his cheeks. He was dressed in a black gown, and on the steps in front of him stood a priest in a monk's robe, holding the Bible in one hand and facing up in the other, looking at him lovingly. He turned, and behind him sat a crowd of formally dressed guests, who looked at him with smiles and blessings on their faces, and his mother sat in the first row, who looked at him with tears in her eyes. The aisle in the middle of the guest seat is covered with bright red rose petals, and at the end of the road, there is an arch made of lilies, under which stands Liu Fanxu, who is dressed in a white wedding dress, her beautiful black eyes are staring at him through a long veil, and her smile is like a fragrance.

He looked into her eyes, at his bride, and walked towards her step by step, and there she stood, dressed in the holiest wedding dress, looking back at him like a peach, watching him approach step by step. He walked up to her, looked down at the bright face covered by the white veil, tracing the lines of her face little by little, as if to carve her into the soul, he gently raised his hand, through the veil, caressed her cheek, leaned over and kissed her eyebrows, and then gently held her slender jade hand, leaned over and knelt on one knee, and the kiss with infinite love was firmly engraved on the back of her hand.

A sigh of satisfaction overflowed from his lips as he closed his eyes and clasped her right hand tightly in both hands, feeling her presence. Time froze, and he loved her for a long time, she was his soul mate, and he longed to marry her under the witness of God, and since then they have believed in each other. Red opened his eyes, the tip of his nose seemed to still be able to smell the sweet fragrance of lilies in the air, and his fingers seemed to still feel Liu Fanxu's smooth and jade-like skin, he looked at the ceiling in amazement, and recalled the wedding in his dreams in disappointment.