In the wee hours of the morning, Sherlock returned.

Connie in the yard is carried into her room by Bruce after falling asleep.

Sherlock looked at the table full of biscuits and opened the door into Connie's room.

At the head of the bed, he stood quietly and looked at her for a while before closing the door and leaving.

Henry's affair has come to fruition.

Just in case, everyone has already made a decision, in the court tomorrow, he will directly convict Henry, and the sentence may range from five to ten years, which is already a relatively good result, McCroft can submit the forces of the London districts, and Henry can be released from prison, otherwise, the change will not be of much use.

For the first time, he was somewhat mindful of Connie's reaction.

He knew how she would react.

And he was a little mindful and even worried about her reaction.

Even now, before it happened, he was already preparing.

How to appease her feelings.

In the dark night, a trace of anger floated on the bottom of his eyes, and it returned to zero in an instant.

Sighing softly, Sherlock stood by the window and played his melodious violin.

The love in his eyes gradually precipitated, and after I don't know how long, the dawn rose.

And he still stood by the window, like an independent immortal, quietly and comfortably playing the violin, the melodious sound of the piano filling the humid air everywhere.

It's just that the eyes that opened are not the same as before.

It was about a great mental upheaval, Connie slept until almost noon and woke up, there was no sun shining on the windowsill on the floor, only a light rain and moist air, which made the whole sky look very dull.

Bruce came in with porridge, and Connie learned that the trial had started early this morning, and Sherlock, as a key witness, had already left the house early in the morning.

"Grandpa Bruce......" Connie worried.

"Why is there such a hurry? Charlotte also said yesterday......"

Bruce looked at her lovingly: "It's okay, don't worry Connie, the young master has always been very measured." "Especially when it comes to the people he cares about.

Both Mycroft and Sherlock are attentive and considerate.

Bruce's face was much better than yesterday.

"Connie, some things are always unsatisfactory, I know you are sad, but you have to accept the facts, you can't force it, this is already the best result." Despite knowing that his words were a bit cruel for a child, Bruce thought it would be better to let Connie get out of this argument this morning after thinking about it all night.

Going to jail isn't a good thing, but it's much better than dying.

"This is already the best possible outcome under the existing circumstances." He sighed.

Connie stared at him blankly, feeling so vulnerable that she burst into tears.

"I'm sorry. Grandpa Bruce, I'm sad, I'm blaming myself, these things can't be forced in the first place......" Thinking of when Henry had just courted Mrs. Hudson, she was just a bystander.

Now that Henry is going to prison, she is very sad.

It's her magic barrier.

"Good! I can't be sad, I can't be too sad before, Mrs. Hudson must be more sad than I am, I have to be by her side and be a strong support for her! Connie clenched her fists, and a surge of strength rose in her heart, thinking of Mrs. Hudson, as if she had inexhaustible strength and courage in an instant.

Bruce also smiled when he looked at her picture of the explosion of the small universe.

Connie will always be a shining little sun.

"Well, no matter what, there's Grandpa Bruce with you." The old and the young looked at each other and smiled, and the atmosphere became warm.

Having made up her mind to be strong, Connie also packed up her sad thoughts, and after lunch, she went out to find Mrs. Hudson, who was accompanied by Helen from last time, and Connie wondered why Sherlock would let this pretty, slender little woman protect her.

But when the courthouse gate was blocked, she was stunned to see Helen's skills.

She was just in time for Mr. Henry to be escorted out the door.

The crowd almost squeezed Connie flat, especially the fly-like reporters.

Henry, who was originally indifferent, saw Connie and was also anxious, but his face was a little ashamed, as if he couldn't face her.

Connie didn't ignore the look on his face, but she also leaned on Helen to squeeze to his side.

"Dad, I'll wait with Mom for you to come back." Connie's little hand took Henry's calloused hands and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately, and Connie smiled warmly and intimately.

Henry looked at Connie's bright and warm smile, and his face was suddenly drenched in tears, and the scene began to get a little out of control.

Everyone stared at the strange little oriental girl and gradually fell silent.

Henry held Connie's hand tightly, but said nothing, only turned his head to take a deep look at Hudson, who was weeping behind his back, and turned to follow the police officer into the escort car.

Connie was squeezed behind her and pulled by Helen to Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock.

"Mom." Connie gently embraced Mrs. Hudson, and she began to cry uncontrollably.

"Connie......" Mrs. Hudson was sobbing.

Connie smiled and took her hand: "It's okay, let's wait for Dad to come back." ”

Her smile was sunny and pure, making people forget their sadness inadvertently, and Mrs. Hudson looked at Connie's smile, sad but full of hope, and hugged her petite body.

"Yes, he will come back safely, and we will wait for him together."

After the crowd dispersed, Connie and Mrs. Hudson returned to the main Sherlock Holmes house, but Connie rejected Bruce's offer and decided to stay with Mrs. Hudson back to 221B instead.

Bruce can't survive Connie, but Sherlock looks like a casual Connie.

Connie slept with Mrs. Hudson all night, and the next morning she returned to 221B to disturb her, only to find that it had already been tidied up, and even the refrigerator had been replaced with fresh food.

Connie thought of Henry at once, and her heart was full of gratitude.

Mother and daughter returned to Baker Street, but were followed by a dozen agents from Sherlock and Holmes' house.

Only this time, they disguised themselves as different vendors on Baker Street.

Connie didn't know about it.

And Sherlock, who knows about it, won't care.

For a moment, life seemed to be back to what it was before Henry appeared.

Sherlock changed back to her original appearance, and Connie couldn't wait to complain, so she was instructed by him to make coffee, which reduced her mood a lot.

To say that after the confession, it seems that Rensen is no different from before the confession, which also makes her unable to speak.

After a long time, this matter made her even more forgotten, and Sherlock's shocking words were also thrown into the trash can in her brain as a joke.

Thankfully.

Connie is back in school.

In the last month towards the end of the first semester.

After Henry entered the prison, it was as if the stop button was suddenly pressed, and Connie's life returned to peace, so after more than half a month, she wanted to enroll early, and Mrs. Hudson suddenly changed back to her original personality after two weeks of dullness, and went out to play cards, except for the time she would see Henry at a fixed time every week, life did not seem to fluctuate much.

Sherlock looked at her determination, and did not stop her, just asked her not to leave behind the task she commanded, and went with her, but Connie felt that she was the least calm one.

In short, life is in this inexplicable coincidence, and suddenly sails back to the original track.

I haven't seen her for a few months, and the people in the class seem to have changed a lot, Connie hasn't changed much, but the people around her have become a lot taller, and some of the girls who were originally on the same level as her are now half a head taller than her.

On her first day back at school, Connie was warmly welcomed by the class.

Himself three Barbie dolls again besieged.