Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

John Watson stared at the black shadow of the fire dragon on the platform in a daze. The shadow gradually shrank and disappeared into the night sky, turning into a black star.

He turned around, walked forward with the birdcage in his hands, stepped up to the empty ticket counter, and looked at the quaint clock on the wall. The time was almost the same as when he left more than ten days ago. At 7:40 p.m., John Watson He was only wearing a white shirt that didn't belong to him. He rolled up his sleeves and reached out to touch the overly formal maroon bow on the neckline. He was a bit reluctant to take it off, but it was only useful for banquets It was ridiculous for things to walk in front of people. He took off his bow tie and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and walked out of the quiet station.

The air is filled with the unique turbid smell of London, the wet mud on the road, the dirty Thames Riverbed, the government only cares about the industrial development and seems to have no intention of managing the river, John Watson walked home on the familiar street.

The street where he lived was about an hour away from here. John Watson was far away from the reception of the coachman. He found that the wallet on his body had been missing for a long time. He hadn’t paid attention to this problem before. box of gold coins, and lost a heart on that cart.

John Watson raised his crutches and knocked on the door. His familiar footsteps could be heard in the room, and then the door opened listlessly. His mother looked up at him with a haggard look, "Oh." She took a step back, Unable to stand still, "My John." Mom was about to faint, John Watson hurriedly supported her arm, the little birdcage covered in black cloth hit her skirt, and there was the disturbed grunting of small animals .

"I'm back." John Watson smiled, and then he saw his father coming out of the living room on the first floor with a stack of newspapers in his hand, "Uh... I'm fine." John Watson had already done Ready for training, he glared at his dad, who also kicked him with two bushy mustaches.

John Watson avoided the harsh eyes of his parents and walked two steps into the house. The stairs on the second floor made a loud noise, like a young wild leopard jumping down from above. John Watson put the birdcage by the entrance He squatted down on the low-legged cabinet, and his younger sister Haliye jumped into his arms lively, "Brother! Dad said that you were dragged into the forest by robbers and killed! Your head was eaten by a lion, and your body Rotten in the swamp!"

"Oh yes, our father is a writer, and his imagination is richer than ours." John Watson put down his 15-year-old sister. on the dress.

John Watson carries a strong sense of guilt, from his mother's crying eyes, from his father's stern mouth, and from his sister's innocent face of missing him, and his guilt is still in another family member His body became heavier, and his sense of guilt deepened.

John Watson's grandmother screamed in front of the fireplace, the sound was more piercing than the train braking on the track, "You can't live! Damn you bastard! God! My father and I just talked in the newspaper A nameless corpse exactly like yours was circled above, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a figure taller than a pumpkin. It drowned by the Thames River. We also agreed to go to the police station for identification tomorrow when we bought stick bags. Where's the corpse?"

"My dear grandma, you only have one tooth left. Can you still bite a stick that is as hard as a wooden stick?" John Watson sat down on the sofa and put his crutch by the armrest.

Accepting the actions of his family surrounding him in front of the fire, accepting the eyes that swept him from head to toe, John Watson looked away, "Okay! Enough is enough! I was wrong! I will go out next time I will remember to leave a note! I have grown up, and I can run a clinic independently, why can't I leave home for a while..."

"Who is that woman!" John Watson's grandma is very amazing, very gossip, very keen, her eyes are like owl's eyes, she can see which vegetable vendor in the vegetable market has a crush on which wandering widow, her The two ears are the ears of the Cheshire cat, and she can hear the whispering of the pair next door under the covers!She is the transfer base for gossip in the city of London, and she controls all the big and small information in the [-] blocks centered on her. If any of her neighbors dare to have a treacherous affair, she will definitely be scolded by the rape team The loudest, the fastest walking, the leader standing in the front in the bedroom.

who!Don't even think about it!Playing dirty tricks under her nose!

"What woman?"

"Who is the woman who dragged you to the small country and eloped for twelve days so that you couldn't come back? She is definitely not a lady from a good family. Going to some shady place with a man for a secret vacation, what if you mess with an adult? You have to marry her! How can such an unruly girl enter our Watson's house!" Grandma With a sharp voice, she coughed, and then took a big sip of tea, "How does she look?"

"Black hair, very tall...wait for grandma," John Watson almost fell into her trap, he sat up straight, "I just came back, generally speaking, you should give me a hug, just like Harriet , give me a hug and let me take a hot shower and make me a blueberry pie."

"John." Dad sat down at his desk and put aside the circled newspaper. John Watson believed that the circled areas were reports of missing persons or unidentified corpses. Dad put the vest on Only by undoing one of the brass buttons on his middle-aged belly can he relax, "I agree with what your grandma said, you should indeed get married, but you can't be too casual. Whose daughter is she?"

John Watson clutched the arm of the sofa and looked at his father.

"Yes, John, even if you just tell me what her nickname is." Mom sat on the round stool and watched his expression very curiously, while Harriet was holding her mother's shoulders, with a snicker on her lips.

"I know, I know!" Harriet interrupted with a gentle voice, "Her name is Sherlock!"

Mom looked at her, "How do you know?"

"The name was engraved on the golden key of the birdcage. I secretly opened it to look, and it was hung under the black cloth. It was engraved with Xia, Luo, Ke."

"It's a good girl's name. It sounds cute, but is she from London? Or a country girl?" Mom asked.

John Watson took a long breath in a nasal voice, "I'm going upstairs, I'm covered in dust, I need to take a bath, I hope you don't take my room to raise dogs, Harriet, I I warn you, don't touch my cage again."

"That's a token of love, isn't it? Brother? A little bat with sharp claws, grinning at me."

"Bat?" Mother was frightened, she clutched her chest, "How could you bring such a dangerous thing home?"

Dad sighed, "What type of girl are you looking for? Give you a bat? Maybe it will fly to your grandma's room in the middle of the night and suck all her blood, and your grandma will become a living zombie the next day .”

"Oh!" Grandma swore, "Damn the bat! Damn it! Don't bite me! No!"

The living room was very lively, they were all desperately talking about bats and John Watson's new girlfriend, they even talked about John Watson's family and children, if such a strange girl were to marry into the Watson family , it must be earth-shaking.

Yes, the world was turned upside down. If that person appeared at John Watson's house, it would definitely cause unimaginable disasters.

John Watson shook his head, avoiding any discussion of him, and walked up to his little room with his beloved birdcage.

He put on his own clothes, stayed far away from his family, closed the door, and slept peacefully under the quilt all night. His bed was not a feather bed, his pillow was not a feather pillow, and his home was not permeated everywhere. Smells of decay and blood, his oil lamp is so bright that it can be lit until dawn all night, his thin sky-blue curtains are hard to pull, in front is a quiet alley, behind is a large private backyard belonging to their home , there is a slope not far from the backyard, and at the end of the slope is the only forest in the city, and behind the forest is Hyde Park.

John Watson got up early in the morning, rubbed his eyes on the bed, sat up straight and stretched his body. He walked to the table and lifted the black cloth. The small animals neighed shrillly because of the sudden light. Covering it with a pitch-black flannel cloth, I wanted to go to the vegetable market to get some animal blood and feed it back.

After a simple wash, he poured a glass of crystal-clear water and drank it. He sat at the dining table and enjoyed his coffee. Mom wiped her hands on the apron, and carefully put a piece of baked goods covered with mayonnaise on Dad's plate. Toast, my father leaned on the back of the chair and flipped through a page of the newspaper comfortably. My sister Harriet was taught by my mother to hold a knife and fork in a ladylike posture to deal with a piece of ham. Grandma stared at John Watson with her owl eyes.

"You are doomed to wander, my John. I did a fortune-telling for you last night with a tarot card. A gypsy taught me the method. I counted your fate. You are doomed to go far away and abandon us all." Granny was indifferent to her breakfast, as if there was something in John Watson's face that could fill her up, and she couldn't stop looking at it.

John Watson peeled the shell of a boiled egg with his hands, "What tarot card? What fate?"

"Dangerous! John! Your future is full of dangers! But you still have a choice. As long as you keep yourself safe and calm down, you can turn bad luck into good luck, and all misfortunes will be far away from you." Grandma groaned , "My John, you have never experienced setbacks since you were a child, you have never had any misfortunes, you only had a high fever twice, I don't want you to suffer, you have to take good care of our family, and don't think about it."

John Watson did not refute her saying "I have never experienced setbacks". He is very honest and upright, but at the same time he is also very cunning. The things he hides in his heart can be hidden very deep, and things he is unwilling to say can be solved with a shovel. It can't be pried open, only a very smart person can understand his heart straight to the point.

John Watson went to his clinic after breakfast. Everyone was surprised by his return. Someone opened champagne for him in the early morning, but John Watson expressed that he was very tired and did not want to undergo surgery. The clerk and his nurse started work as usual, and his boss drank a glass of champagne, exchanged a few words, patted his buttocks and ran away. He returned home before noon with a glass bottle wrapped in parchment paper, which contained Filled with fresh chicken blood, he poured the thick blood that was about to solidify into a small wine glass, put it in the cage, and fed the little bat.

Then he stood by the corridor in the backyard, leaning on the railing and thinking about something.

Dad came out of the rosebushes with a pipe in his mouth, garden shears in his hands, leaves and thorns on his clothes, blue smoke rising from the pipe, he kicked his shoes in front of the wooden stairs on the mud.

"I said John, if you miss her, write her a letter. We are just talking to your grandma. Your grandma has a sharp tongue, but she is reasonable. If you really like her, we will of course Follow your will, after all, you are the one who will spend your whole life with you, not with us."

Dad put down the scissors, held his trousers pocket, took down the pipe in one hand, and looked at Hyde Park in the distance, "You have been sensible since you were a child, and you have never been rebellious. You talked back occasionally, and you were beaten by me. You died within two hours after you ran out." You will go home obediently, you know how to be considerate of others, you always put others first, think about others, I dare say, the girl who can make you forget to go home and our family must be a big shot, she must make you fascinated, Yes or no?"

"I don't want to talk to you about this."

"Then let's talk about the clinic. I handed over the clinic that my father gave me to you, but you abandoned it for half a month. I'm old, and I can't hold the scalpel steadily. I started sewing My hands are shaking all the time, I can only cut roses at home, but you are young, you have good medical ethics and good skills, you shouldn’t just be playful at this time, no matter how prominent the other party’s family background is, whether it’s a wealthy family or an aristocrat , even if you have to get married, you can't let your clinic go moldy."

John Watson frowned. This is what he was worried about. He felt like a world away on that ghostly dreamlike train, where there was nothing but the moon, white mist, stars, blood and danger, which could not be connected with his ordinary human life. , now that he is back, down to earth, the clinic is still waiting for him quietly on the corner of the street, his title of doctor is still hanging on his head, his family is close to him, these living people, flesh and blood, will treat him Surrounded by affection, he was trapped in this ordinary life, making it impossible for him to escape.

Dad went back to the house, leaving John Watson alone looking at the spring-filled yard. His life is not bad, but it should be said that he is very happy, he is very lucky, he has everything, family, Career, stability, peace, he has all the lives that these untouchables in the slums dare not expect, John Watson sighed, grabbed his crutches and smashed the ground hard.

John Watson returned to his track, leaving early and returning late. He lived his ordinary but very rich daily life. He didn't need to worry about tomorrow, and he didn't need to worry about going to sleep.

For a whole week, he got up early in the morning day after day, sat at the dining table to eat his usual breakfast after washing his face, and listened to his grandmother's nagging over and over again about the future of John Watson. It's just a few sentences, constantly declaring that John Watson will be swallowed by darkness, and he has to face Harriet's stupid girlish questions, such as "brother, why do I have to get married?" Such stupid questions, John Watson I couldn’t answer, and finally my mother talked about it for him, “Because people are very lonely, you have to have someone to accompany you to grow old slowly, otherwise you will become like a grandma, eavesdropping on the conversation of the next door every day, boring. Sometimes I can only take people with axes to catch rapes, it's so pitiful."

Grandma began to retort in a shrill voice.

Then John Watson would go to his clinic with his crutches, and he began to take appointments normally, feel the pulse of others, check the pupils of patients in the bright light by the window, fill out the prescriptions for cold medicine on the paper, Occasionally a minor surgery requires a visit to the emergency room.

The injured man was an engineer with a torn thumb. John Watson gave him anesthesia. He manipulated the tweezers steadily with his fingers and pierced the skin with a suture needle bent like a fishhook. The nurse wiped his sweat. After the operation, he could get a During the rest of the afternoon, I ate some cake and drank coffee with my colleague Stanford in the cafe.

Looking at the miserable sunshine outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

John Watson got it all, didn't he.

"You look sad, Dr. Watson, as if you've lost your love." Stanford had a big belly, and his mouth was full of cream, "It's different from the last time I saw you in Oxford. After a while, you were lost, whose girl didn't have eyes and dumped you?"

John Watson sighed for the 1th time, "I think I'm a bit of a wolf. You see, my parents are still alive, especially my grandma. She is strong enough to fight a bison on the street. I have another one to wait for." Married sister, I have a happy family, what do you say, Doctor Stanford, but I always think... I have had enough of this. This kind of thinking is obviously too much."

Stanford smiled, "What are they none of your business, Dr. Watson."

John Watson glared at him, "It's none of my business, they are all my dear and beloved family members, they care about me."

"But they have their own lives. Your mother has your mother's life, and your father has your father's life. Your grandma's life is even more legendary. She must have been scary when she was young, and your sister will get it in the future." It belongs to her own prospect, and you, Dr. Watson, are living your life. Do you want your son to repeat your life under your nose in the future? This is impossible, your son There will be his life in the future, he will walk his way, you can guide him earnestly and tell him not to go to the cliff, what else can you do, can you stop him, the legs grow on him, his love is on the tip of the knife Are you in charge of dancing? Could it be that your son has done something wrong, so you have to go to the gallows? No, he has to be responsible for his life. Your family, holding your wife and sighing, what else can you do, everyone has to bear the consequences."

John Watson took a sip of coffee, "Sorry, did you study medicine at university? How do I feel that you have been in the philosophy department?"

"Oh, I once chased a girlfriend from the philosophy department, but her sex/love/views are too rigid." Stanford stuffed a big mouthful of puffs into his mouth.

This kind of tedious and monotonous day continued to cycle, half a month was like an hourglass, flowing through his fingers, and then a month flew by like a wheel.

When John Watson came home one night, he felt that the little bat in the cage was fattened by him, not to mention flying into the air, and he was not sure that it could even walk.

John Watson was lying on the bed in white pajamas, staring at the ceiling in the oil lamp for a long time, he had insomnia, damn it, John Watson turned around and raised the pillow a little higher.

There was a movement behind him, and the door of his room was quietly pushed open. At 3 o'clock in the morning, it was pitch black outside the window, and there was no sound around. The door creaked and slowly opened behind him. Then it closed again quietly, and a light footstep walked towards John Watson's bed, and a soft hand was placed on his shoulder.

John Watson turned his head, and Harriet sat on John Watson's small bed with a sleepy expression hugging her pillow, "Brother, I can't sleep a bit, if you can tell me a story, that would be great."

"You are not a child anymore." John Watson took her in his arms and let her lie on his arms with the pillow in his arms.

"Why don't you go to Sherlock?" Harriet looked over his brother's shoulder to the birdcage covered by a black cloth, "You can invite her to our house for dinner, and I can take her to the opera. "

"En." John Watson closed his eyes and responded lazily, "Opera? I'm afraid I don't like it."

"Is she pretty?"

"pretty."

"How beautiful is she? Prettier than the nurses in your clinic?"

"It's so beautiful that you can't move it away just by looking at it, just like the moon."

"Wow..." Harley sighed softly, scratching the pillow with her little hand, "Is she in a good temper?"

"One weirdo."

"Oh." Harriet muttered, "What does she look like..."

"That's enough Harley, you have learned all of grandma's bad habits. No matter how curious you are about some words, you have to endure it. This is polite."

"But you are my brother," Harriet turned over and lay on his back in his arms, "Did she kiss you?"

John Watson gasped. He opened his eyes and glared at his gossiping sister, "Go back to your room and sleep, you are 15 years old."

Harley fiddled with the patterns on her pillow, "But I want to know what it's like to kiss."

John Watson also turned and lay on his back, his arms still under the back of Harriet's head, looking out the window and then at the ceiling.

"Brother, you have never kissed anyone before, I know, believe it or not, I can tell, because you are my brother, and you have never had a girlfriend since you grew up."

"Shut up."

"Brother... tell me, what does that feel like?"

John Watson hesitated for a moment, and he relaxed his resistance when he was forced to ask, "It's very cold."

"It's spring now."

"That kiss was very cold, it felt like my whole body would freeze, and it was very dangerous."

"Why is it dangerous?"

"You have to be careful to avoid his teeth. Those teeth are very long. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself and cut yourself. Once it bleeds, things will be troublesome."

"he?"

John Watson closed his eyes and stopped talking. Harriet shook him, "Brother? He? What does he mean? His teeth are very long?"

John Watson yelled at his sister furiously, "Could you please be quiet! How can you marry like a damn sparrow! Your future husband will be so annoyed by you that he will hang himself with a hemp rope!"

Harriet immediately pouted aggrievedly, "If you don't say it, don't say it! Since you came back from that disappearance, your whole body is not right! Your heart is not at home at all! You don't play with me anymore, and I am always in a daze when I play chess, and my mind is always distracted when I sit in a chair!"

John Watson calmed down, "My sister, you have the same curiosity as me. Although you are annoying, I never mind chatting with you. It's just... talking about Sherlock makes me very upset. The name It's killing me, this name keeps spinning in my head every day, I wake up with this name, I go to sleep with it, even in my dreams, it's just too much Annoying. Haunting, I feel like the name is taking root in my head, and it's going to split a slit through the top of my head and grow a forest, it's horrible, it's like a migraine, can you Imagine being alone with a migraine 24 hours a day? I feel like I'm sick."

"Sick because of Sherlock?" Harriet asked in surprise.

John Watson sighed helplessly, "I'm fucking fed up." He muttered for a while, and then threw Harriet aside, no matter what questions she asked, John Watson didn't want to talk to her anymore.

The author has something to say:

I know, I know, Xiao Hua's family is a bit empty, but I think Xiao Xia has no father or mother

Should have given his parents-in-law and a grandmother-in-law a good time

The third season complained that sherlock is a girl's name, so I'll follow suit. . .

Remember when the full name of the third season set seemed to be William Sherlock Scott Holmes? ? ?

kindness. . . .Is this meant to echo Little Benny's full name? Can Bibi's name be long enough to piss people off?

It will be updated tomorrow~~~~~Please wait for me~~~~~~

The next chapter will be dedicated on February 2