[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

It wasn't that Lestrade mentioned wanting to get married. I don't think Mycroft would have made such an effort. "

Watson didn't hear the second half of Sherlock's sentence, he only heard the first half.

Legalized, that is, allowed to marry? !

Watson was deeply shocked by the news. In fact, he was not unaware of people who liked the same sex, but the price to be paid was too great.Morality, reputation, even life.Watson had never thought about this, but perhaps it was the reaction of time travel, and he suddenly thought of Holmes who always liked to play tricks on him.

He screwed up his date, screwed up his wedding, screwed up his honeymoon.

Sometimes, there are some things, and if you look at them from another angle, you will realize completely different emotions.It's just a thin layer of paper, if you poke it, it will break a hole, and then the light that seeps out of it can instantly illuminate people's hearts.

The expression on Watson's face while holding the window frame changed again and again, and finally returned to calm.

He turned his head, looked at Sherlock, and suddenly asked, "Is the John Watson of this world married?"

"Of course not, John won't leave here." Sherlock said as it should.

"I'm married." Watson looked indifferent, highlighted a few words coldly, and concealed the fact that his wife had passed away in his heart.

This news obviously caused Sherlock's brain to pause again, and it was rare for this to happen twice in the same day.He stood up suddenly, but instead of going to Watson, he went upstairs to John's bedroom.He never knocked on the door when he entered here, because John has never kept anything private from him—including a small video with simple scenes in the computer—so he knows everything here like the back of his hand.

And in the mobile phone that John left here, there are a variety of text messages, and one of them is particularly dazzling.

His girlfriend asks John to move out and live with her.And it took 1 minute for John to reply to the text message. Although he refused, 1 minute was obviously too long for the five letters of "sorry".

He was hesitating, Sherlock's good doctor, hesitating.

"Sooner or later, I will get married. I think I know him best in this world." Watson leaned against the door frame, with a trace of confidence on his handsome face.In fact, he was right in his guess. If the trajectory of fate continues like this, the good doctor will leave here, live with a woman, have children, have a job, leave the thrilling and return to the ordinary.

Sherlock slammed into the phone, suddenly remembering what Mycroft had said when he sent her the wedding invitation.

"Lestrade is the person I believe in. I will do whatever it takes to keep him in my hands, and using a ring is obviously the most efficient. Holmes never wastes time."

Even with disgust, Mycroft has always been the benchmark for Sherlock's code of conduct.

He stood up abruptly, looking at Watson.

"I'm going out."

"Go for what?"

"I need a ring."

Watson obviously understood what Sherlock meant, yes, it couldn't be more obvious.He smiled, looking very gentleman with his decent clothes: "I think, Mr. Sherlock, shall I go with you? I want to bring back some souvenirs from this era to my companion, another Sherlock Holmes."

"What do you want to bring?" Sherlock frowned and went to get the windbreaker, obviously he didn't want to get rid of the place other than the ring shop.

Watson still maintained a decent smile: "A ring, obviously I made the same decision as you."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows. This Dr. Watson was more decisive than his good doctor.But this still couldn't offset Sherlock's dislike for him.

My John is unique, that's obvious.

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When John returned to Sherlock's side, it was as unexpected as when he left, and he came back so suddenly, and then fell firmly on Sherlock.

Mir, who was nestling next to Sherlock, was taken aback, jumped up and ran aside.And John was tightly picked up by Sherlock's outstretched arm, and the two rolled on the sofa together. The soft sofa cushioned the impact well and kept them unharmed.

"Oh, Sherlock, I'm sorry..." John, who was still wearing Victorian clothes, was obviously at a loss. He wanted to get up from Sherlock, but he didn't expect that the curly-haired man's arm was firmly clasped around his waist.

Firmly, not allowing him to leave half a step.

John wasn't used to this position, in fact it was awkward.His legs were forced to sit on both sides of Sherlock's body, and the man looked up at him, his high cheekbones rubbed against his cheek, and John shrank his neck from the cool temperature.John moved his body awkwardly, and suddenly his fingers felt cold.

Looking down, he inevitably touched the man's lips.

John's body froze, and the next moment, his lips and tongue were completely plundered by this person.

Their reunion across time and space, before a complete conversation, was pulled into a strange place.Sherlock held his waist with one hand, pressed his head with the other, and inserted his slender, cold fingers into the man's golden-brown hair.John's head really froze as Sherlock said, he looked at the man's blue-green eyes foolishly, closed his eyes foolishly, and foolishly approached this man's embrace automatically during the kiss.

He didn't even notice when the man put his hand from his waist to his face.

It seems that after a long time, when Sherlock let go of John, John was still in a daze, staring at Sherlock without saying a word.

Sherlock raised his lips and smiled: "Dear John, I just made a decision."

"what?"

"I want to divorce my job, you are the best." He took John's hand and put his lips on John's finger. At this moment, John realized that his ring finger was caught by this person at some point Put on a ring, the size is just right.

John blinked, and the words didn't seem to pass through his brain: "Why?"

Sherlock sighed, seemingly helpless, but also satisfied: "Who can be better than you? My John, you are the most profound mystery in the world, and you make me addicted."

Sherlock's rare love words obviously made John a little bit at a loss, and when the man pushed him down on the sofa, he finally had time to ask: "Tell me, where did you learn this?"

Sherlock's hand stretched down restlessly, and his thin mouth opened and closed: "In your computer, John, you always don't set a password. These pants are really hard to take off, I think you will be willing to do it yourself of."

John sighed and, in the end, complied.

I still remember that Mr. Holmes from the last century said a word to him before leaving.

"Although you have a good temper, I still like Watson more. Yes, I like him, and I will pay any price for it. He is always unique."

When Chen You reached the abyss, John heard Sherlock's deep cello-like voice exploding in his ears.

"I love you John, you will be my world."

John climbed onto the man's arm and hugged him tightly.

Unique, my Sherlock, you are obsessed with me, and I am willing to hold the whole world for you.

【End】