I dance in the blood, you freeze in the ice.

We love each other, and then eternity.

Tut-tut......

It's rare to have a big man who can write suspense and reasoning novels so poetic and splendid.

In the second-floor room, Connie curled up on the couch wrapped in a blanket, stuffing a snack into her mouth while reading a mystery novel in front of the fireplace.

From time to time, I sighed two sentences.

The room was very comfortable.

Although there is a fireplace, Xia Tuhao also installed geothermal and air conditioning.

Since the electricity bill was deducted from Sherlock, she decided to save some money for Mrs. Hudson, so she ran up.

Sherlock had gone out early in the morning, and when she left, she was still cooking breakfast, and the heating upstairs was on.

This loser ==.

Then, Connie came up again to rub the warmth without the slightest psychological burden~

After the last triplets murder, Connie has been huddled at home, Mrs. Hudson runs out every day because of the nourishment of love, Sherlock runs on both sides of the police crime scene, and occasionally has to be picked up by Mycroft to solve the case, the days are very full, and she does not disturb her sleep with bullets, and occasionally let her find some information is also the work at hand.

The little day is simply not too easy to reads;! d=====(￣▽￣*)b

After November, Christmas is not far away, this is the rhythm of the New Year......

So Connie was also lazy, and except for the necessary three meals a day, the rest of the time was immobile if she could.

Unlike in the past, she was full of fat, but now she is a small bamboo pole, and if she is not careful, she will freeze to death, and the fat will not be able to get up, so she can only hide in the house to keep warm.

As soon as people are free, they feel bored, so she picks up the usual ones she used to spend time in the past - reading novels.

Torrestrade borrowed two novels and went to Sherlock's room every day to read them.

Love stories or something really can't arouse her interest.,The vampire theme is even more tired of watching.,And suspense reasoning,It's what she's been obsessed with lately.,Although this author writes a little romantic.,But the plot about reasoning is still quite realistic.。

And his muse seems to be a detective at the New York Police Department, and now his public girlfriend.

After reading the whole book in one go, seeing that at the end, a pair of beautiful people were both martyred, Connie sighed with some regret.

The damn old lady's most hated sadistic tragedy digs a pit to leave suspense.

This author simply did it all!!

"Smack".

Closing the book with one hand, she picked up the half-cool flower tea, brewed some hot water, and drank it all.

Have a cup of chrysanthemum tea to quench the fire......

There was a crackling sound, and as she pondered adding some firewood, Connie wrapped herself in a padded jacket and prepared to go downstairs to prepare lunch.

It is worth mentioning that although Mrs. Hudson has been out for a long time and does not want to come home.

Her cooking skills are still hooked, and the two of them have three meals a day and go home at a fixed point →_→.

Cooking skills in hand, I have ╭(╯^╰)╮ is spicy cow 牪片现~~~

However, since knowing the identity of Henry's West End boss, Connie still struggled for a while, although it was obvious that he was really good to Mrs. Hudson, but there was always that uneasy feeling in her heart......

Especially on the third night when she couldn't sleep, a small detail that she ignored exploded.

In the BBC, when Sherlock and Watson went to rent a house, he had said that he seemed to have helped Mrs. Hudson convict her husband a few years earlier...... It's been a long time, but this stalk still made her happy for two days.

Although Connie knows that the plot is the plot and the reality is the reality, even if the two are inextricably linked, they are not the same after all.

The variables, such as she, such as Sherlock, moved into 221B Baker Street so early.

Bugs are everywhere, but for her it's real life.

So there was a sense that it was real life, and with what Sherlock had to say, her sense of security had risen so much that she hadn't talked to Mrs. Hudson about it.

However, she still has some unavoidable worries.

Because what she cared about most was Mrs. Hudson's reads.

This person who adopted her as a woman even though her life was a little difficult and truly regarded her as a family member when she was homeless and wandering around, was not just a few words of sympathy and a few pitiful glances, but even if her life was a little poor.

To say that Sherlock is the deepest link between her and her past is just her obsession, but Mrs. Hudson brings her a real sense of security here.

Ay......

It's so heartbreaking......

With a broken heart, the first dish was baked.

Cashew shrimp.

I turned around and looked at the soup that had been brewed in the morning, the taste was a little light, I put some salt on it, fished out the medicinal herbs inside, and left the pork ribs and soup, and brought the soup to the table with gloves.

After washing the pot, with a "ding", the oven will light up, and a whole roast duck will be freshly baked and full of aroma.

There are also four bowls of steamed eggs with mushrooms in a stew pot.

There are four kinds of dishes, as well as rice, except for cashew nuts and shrimp, almost all of them are made in the morning, which is extremely easy.

Kitchen artifact, you deserve to have = ̄w ̄=.

I looked at my watch, and there were thirty seconds left until half past twelve.

Connie set the dishes and chopsticks and stared at the phone page for five seconds.

“5.4.3.2……”

"Connie, we're back, oh! It smells so good~"

→_→ This skill of entering the house every day at 12:29:55 to 59 seconds is also accurate.

Should I say that the gold finger lit up by the boss of the West District was really dragged wildly?

Seeing Henry leaning in front of a table of dishes with a dreamy expression, his eyes were shining, Connie roared.

Not again.

Where does this Nima look like an underworld!!!?

"Oh~ Why don't you have mashed potatoes today? But it also looks delicious...... "My nose still moves as I speak."

Someone doesn't have the consciousness of a gangster boss at all, and the cuteness is becoming more and more rhythmless, and Connie, who is 12 years old, doesn't want it.

"If Mr. likes it, I'll make you a separate one in the evening, but it's not good to eat too much mashed potatoes, Mr. is old, so you should pay attention to your body." This is what makes Connie even more helpless, a gang boss who has been light in taste for many years and loves to be a vegetarian...... This style of painting is wrong enough, and now I end up with Mrs. Hudson (what's wrong...... ), I became meatless, and I couldn't put down spicy hot pot and snacks ==.

"Oh, that's great. Thanks, dear Connie. Henry happily put his arm around Connie and gave her a kiss on the forehead, smiling meaningfully at her stiffness, and then cheerfully ignoring her advice.

"Dear girl, trust me." A voice with sincerity and solemnity suddenly sounded in Connie's ears.

She suddenly looked at Henry, at his unusually strict appearance at the moment, and then at Mrs. Hudson, who was serving dinner, and her brow furrowed.

His expression at the moment was stricter than anything she had ever seen, and the faint fierceness emanating from his eyebrows and eyes was the kind of flesh that only people who had lived at the edge of the knife all year round.

And Henry's inadvertent momentum was not at the same level as the gangsters she saw when she first came here and wanted to kill her.

A faint fear came to his heart, but his sincere eyes seemed to have a calming power, making people unconsciously want to believe him.

"Okay." In fact, if you ask yourself, she is not qualified to care, all she has is her worry about Mrs. Hudson, and she still unconsciously said that sentence.

Because of his convincing power, and the tone of his sincere plea for her as Mrs. Hudson's daughter.

"Oh~ dear, your rice is very fragrant, I think this winter is over, and I am going to gain weight again."

"Where, you're already thin, eat more, it's winter, how can you survive the winter if you don't stock up on more fat, not to mention that you're not too young, pay attention to keeping warm......" Finally, Hudson's nagging body, which has been washed after meeting Connie again, is out of the mountain again.

Connie looked at Henry, who was nodding his head like a loyal dog, and her eyes were glazed.

=_=

=_=

=_=

One second he was talking to her, and the next he was following Mrs. Hudson like a dog.

Is the painting style really dull tape so fast?

"Well, you should also eat more, I will take Connie to the market to buy later, buy more ingredients, you don't have to be picky, you still have to eat vegetarian, it's not good to eat only meat, and fruits, you have to be nutritionally balanced...... You seem to have been worse lately than I have ever known you, and I will be distressed to look at this bamboo pole......" Mrs. Hudson was undoubtedly amused again when she heard this.

Connie said her teeth were sore and her eyes were blind.

Dog abuse is okay.

Have you known each other for a month, and one has lost weight and one has gained weight?

Mrs. Hudson wants to say that it was true that she was thin before, but this year's weight has skyrocketed, okay?

I didn't look at the looming swimming rings and the double-chin turtleneck sweater......

Tired.

#世界为什么要这么对我#绝望脸

Sherlock hadn't come back at noon, and without the aura of the great god, Connie had to rely on her bloody skin to carry the high-intensity spoiling terrier for half an hour.

In the end, he washed the dishes with twenty percent of the blood bars and got into Henry's car.

Damn, the boss of London's West End drove her to grocery shopping!

It wasn't until she fastened her seatbelt that Connie felt real.

Scratching her head, she watched as Henry slowly drove toward the market at a speed of thirty yards.

It feels slightly subtle......