Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

London, UK, October.

Everyone can find a trace of sadness and lovesickness on his face, his dark blue pupils are full of irritability and melancholy, the loneliness falls on the corners of his brows, and the brows are furrowed, revealing his thoughts to the outside world , John Watson sat for a while in his clinic chair, then took his old friend, the walnut cane, for a walk, passing the examination-room, watching through the open door his buddy, the new little doctor A heart stethoscope is carefully attached to a patient to listen to the heartbeat.

John Watson stared stupidly at the situation for a long time, until the nurse reminded him that John Watson came back to his senses and made room for the nurse to push the cart full of medicine bottles past him.

After John Watson finished work, he sat in the warm backyard of his house basking in the sun. He squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky. The sky was so clear that he could not find a single cloud. The beautiful weather made him feel unhappy, even annoyed. The hotter the sun, the more it hurts someone.

A cup of tea was placed on the table beside him. Grandma sat down and shook her head tut tut, "I said, my baby John, quickly invite that girl to come home, I think you are going to be lovesick, you look in the mirror today Is it? The corners of your mouth are almost drawn to the floor, even Harriet’s skirt is not as long as the corners of your mouth, your face is about to break Grandma’s heart.”

John Watson picked up the tea and took a sip. He didn't like tea, because the tea was a bit astringent, and now he felt even more bitter. "I have to be busy with the business of the clinic, so I don't have time to entertain guests."

"You don't have to work, boy, I'll make the pie, your father can roast meat, your mother can prepare cider, prepare flowers, Harriet can sweep the floor, wash the curtains, and let the rich lady see the Watson family Hardworking and frugal, I don't like that kind of vain girl, if she despises our furniture and our clothes, I advise you, then she must also despise your hair and you."

John Watson laughed, "Damn it, you're all serious, I don't have any women out there."

"If you don't care, I'll take my last tooth to a pawnshop for sugar cubes."

"Your teeth are so precious that they could be used to lay railway tracks. No one will take them."

"Tracks? What rails? Train tracks?"

"Yes, the train tracks." John Watson leaned back, leaning all his strength on the back of the chair, he straightened his disabled leg, "It's not women, my grandmother, I'm worried about others In this family, I am the eldest son, and the ancestral clinic is in my hands. It has a good reputation in the city of London, and it cannot go bankrupt, right, otherwise my father doesn’t know how to deal with me. I'm old and need my care, just like my father lives with you, that's the reason, he lives with you to take care of you, so I can't go far, I can't leave this home for too long , a long-distance trip with an uncertain time or end is not suitable for me. I really want to go out for a walk and take risks. I can’t deny that I have this kind of thought. .”

Grandma looked at him for a long time, then put the teacup heavily on the saucer, "Damn it, silly boy, where is that damn woman going to take my precious grandson? She wants to take you across the ocean? Take you abroad ? Oh shit, can't she calm down? Be honest? She thinks she's a lion? Eh? John, what the hell are you looking for?"

John Watson got up from his chair and couldn't sit still in front of his grandmother. He stayed in the room for a long time, holding the golden key that locked the birdcage in his hand and looking over and over. It's been a full month since he left the train, and his lazy bat is on the verge of becoming a little penguin.

John Watson inserted the key into the lock, turned it around, and the cage door opened a crack with a click. He hesitated, and immediately closed the small golden door, locked it again, and covered it tightly with black velvet. In fact, he went downstairs to supper.

John Watson sits at the table and duels with his dinner with a knife and fork, ordinary fried meat, ordinary noodles, his grandmother sits at the head of the table, his parents are opposite him, his sister is at his elbow, During the dinner, gossip was commonplace, and the collision of knives and forks made a dull sound on the edge of the plate. He has experienced this kind of ordinary peaceful night for 22 years.

After dinner, he and his father sat near the desk, old Watson kept drawing on the thick white paper with his quill. He recently had to draft a five-act script for a drama actor, and his workload was very busy. John Watson Just like when he was a child, he stared at his father for a long time with those innocent big blue eyes.

"Son, if you keep watching, I'll think you're saying goodbye to me." Old Watson still didn't lift his head, and when he spoke, his beard moved.

John Watson looked back at what he said, found the wine on his table, and stared at the bright red color endlessly, "When I am old, will I be like you? Write a letter on the table stop?"

"Well... otherwise, what are your ambitions?"

John Watson thought for a moment, "I don't know, I'm a little blind."

"Like a puppy who can't find its owner?" Dad teased him. "When you find a lover, a light, a beacon, you won't be so blind."

Old Watson put down the quill, and blew on the wet ink on the paper, "My John, you will definitely become a very good doctor in the future, become famous, marry a wife and have children, and live in a big mansion. Your life will be safe and sound, very complete.”

John Watson looked at him in the bright candlelight, "Aren't you talking about yourself, you were once famous, but you couldn't hold a scalpel later, and you are with your wife and your children in this building with a backyard Enjoy your old age in the house, very happy."

His father glared at him, "What's wrong with that? You see, I gained 7 pounds in the spring, and it's all thanks to your mother, who never let me down with three meals a day."

Gained 7 pounds!Damn 7 lbs!John Watson will become a popular doctor, those rich people, they have diabetes, they have a stroke, they will clamor that John Watson must go to the doctor with the medicine box, and then he will use these Reward money to marry a virtuous wife, and then give birth to a man and a woman. In his later years, he sat at the table, put down his quill, blew on the ink on the paper, and lamented to his son that he gained 7 pounds in spring.

Everyone who sees him will give him a thumbs up, envious of his happy family and his mansion.

Just imagine what would happen if the city of London did not have the doctor John Watson.

Will the city walls fall, will the Thames dry up, will Big Ben crash down, if there is no John Watson passing by, will London Bridge be broken in two? The clang of the tongs caused a dispute with the iron fence. There are as many doctors as stars in the city of London who open clinics. Those practicing doctors are picked out and lined up to form the Milky Way in the sky.

And that person will stay alone on the train forever, leading a group of people who are not sincere and devout to him to fulfill his dangerous dream, and that person, in this month, I don’t know if he was injured again, She curled up in the coffin-like dark wing and groaned bitterly.

John Watson sighed, he was about to go crazy in front of his father, he dragged his crutches and went straight to the second floor, oh, fuck, he didn't want to take care of anything anymore, everything do not care!John Watson cursed fiercely in his heart, he bumped into his grandma at the foot of the stairs, and he looked at his dear grandma, his great grandma, panting.

Grandma giggled at him, "You are destined to wander, my child." Grandma grabbed his hand and slapped him hard, "Let me see your palmistry, oh, My John is a warrior, you are a warrior, you belong to a dragon, you belong to afar, John."

John Watson looked at her breathing faster, and he felt hot sweat on his forehead.

"Where are you going? John? Where do you want to go? My John?"

John Watson could not utter a word, and slowly withdrew his hand from his grandmother's.

Grandma's eyes widened in surprise, and the joking tone finally showed some uneasiness and panic. She let go of John Watson's hand, "Where are you going? My John? This family can't live without you, you're gone." , what shall we do? Oh my God, this house will fall down if you leave!"

John Watson turned his back to his thoughtful grandma, and walked forward without looking back. Grandma kept whispering behind his back, "It will collapse, this house will collapse, John, don't go."

John Watson's heart was pounding. He ran upstairs quickly. He swore he had never been so excited in his life. He ran into the room, closed the door, and took out the small gold fist from his jacket pocket with trembling hands. key.

He tore off the black cloth abruptly, the little bat was startled by him, the upside-down body fell down heavily, John Watson rudely used the key to pry open the bird cage, he patted the cage, the fat little thing couldn't move Reluctantly curled up in the cage and dozed off.

"Damn it, I gave you a month's worth of supplements." Cursing, John Watson reached out and grabbed it out of the cage and placed it by the window frame.

Like a toddler, the little bat slowly moved two steps on the window frame, and then closed its eyes and took a nap under the night. A spiritual bastard?"

John Watson grabbed it and threw it into the air. The little bat fell straight out of the window. John Watson stood on the window in surprise, watching his bat about to fall into mud, and the little bat was about to fall to the ground. Waking up suddenly, fluttering its wings, and pulling its chubby body into the air, John Watson watched it flutter its wings staggeringly, and returned to John Watson's eyes, stretching its black wings in the cool night sky , fanned twice, and then galloped forward resolutely, the moonlight shone on the back of the little messenger, shining brightly.

John Watson kept staring at the window until there was no trace of him. He waited at the window for a long time, about two hours. He propped his chin on the window frame and yawned, and walked wearily into the depths of the room. , sitting at the table reading a book, he waited for an hour, another hour, he waited from 7 o'clock to 8 o'clock, then 9 o'clock, and soon 10 o'clock.

John Watson tapped his fingers on the table irritably, took off his shoes, changed into his pajamas, stepped on the wooden floor with bare feet, opened the door, went to the bathroom next door to wash his face, and then held the book I just couldn't read the book, sat on the bed and waited.

The clock on the bedside table kept changing positions, from 11 o'clock to 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, John Watson rubbed his eyes, and unconsciously leaned against the pillow.

He dreamed of Sherlock coming in the moonlight and mist, he dreamed of Sherlock standing on the top of the ancient church, on the vaulted tower, gazing at him, the hem of the long trench coat Floating gorgeously in the night wind, every strand of embroidery thread reflects silver light.

The cold temperature enveloped him, and suddenly, a feeling of coldness that he had never experienced before spread throughout his body. John Watson opened his sleepless eyes, and the pale face fell towards him rapidly in the moonlight. John Watson raised his head on the pillow without any resistance, his hands were grabbed and pressed to the sides of his body, the cold lips brushed against John Watson's hot lips lightly, and he couldn't help shivering .

The arrogant lips bit him lightly and held him in his mouth. The tongue entered his throat like a river and licked his jaw. John Watson couldn't help a suffocating whimper. Watson tightened his fingers on the curly black hair, the vampire held up his lower body, let John Watson's penis rest on his strong thigh muscles, John Watson trembled violently in his arms , Sherlock seemed to have crossed from the border of ice and snow, and it was very cold to hug him. John Watson was panting on the small bed, and the pajamas made a slight tearing sound under the sharp claws.

There was a slit in the pajama pants on his thigh, and Sherlock put his white fingers in through the slit, without any obstruction in his cold palm, he pinched John Watson's plump buttocks intimately, in exchange for his low cry, Sherlock looked up from the wet kiss, staring at his flushed face.

"Good evening, John, here I come."

"I put the bat at 6 o'clock and you showed up at 2 o'clock."

Seeing that the legend has been deciphered again, even if they are not invited, vampires can still break into other people's homes and lie on other people's beds. This pervasive living ghost is simply creepy.

Sherlock smiled gracefully, the smile rippling in the moon outside the window and the candlelight in the room, his eyes had the coldness and courage that crushed John Watson, "I think you want me. Really, John?"

John Watson shook his head vigorously under him. He tried to retract his body, but Sherlock held his little butt tightly, and pressed the hard butt that he was forced to tease intimately on the surface of Sherlock's thigh. , Sherlock sighed in praise, "You are so hot... Can you imagine how frightened a snake is when it is covered by a human palm? Can you imagine a fish, after being hugged by a human palm, Even if you put it back in the water immediately, does its skin already burn? Can you imagine what it would be like to put a lump of coal fire on your thigh? Like me now, you are very hot, it makes me a little hurt, But it feels so beautiful, and I don't want to let you go."

"Sherlock...I summoned you, not to treat me like this..." John Watson hugged his hair tightly, at a loss, "This is my home, not your train, can you restrain yourself?" John For a moment Watson heard his heartbeat as if from the depths of the sea.

"Your heart is alright? Sherlock?"

"Touch and see." Sherlock grabbed his hand and pressed it on his proud chest. John Watson reached into the inside of his suit in surprise and pressed on his strong muscle. Ji's majestic heartbeat hit John Watson's fiery palm.

"Full?" John Watson was not sure, he had witnessed before, the heart completely left Sherlock's body.

"I think it is, complete and complete, just like the previous one."

"Oh... amazing..."

"Your neck is all right, John."

The neckline of John Watson's pajamas was lifted by him, and there was a thin cross-shaped scar criss-crossing on it, like two white lines. John Watson felt his neck was hot under his gaze, and he suspected that he would be like boiling water. The same boiled.

Sherlock smiled at this, let go of his trousers, rolled over and sat on the head of his bed, folded his legs on John Watson's quilt, and picked up the bedtime reading he had dropped on the mattress , Sherlock turned the page with his noble fingers, "It's not that I was slow, John, when the little thing flew into my hand, it became obviously clumsy and fat, and its wings were about to break off. "

John Watson raised his body, he felt that he always wanted to jump over and hug Sherlock, "Are you hypnotizing me again?"

Sherlock glanced at him with eyes that were more mysterious than the mist color, "Why should I hypnotize you? Hypnosis also consumes my energy. You are very obedient and obedient. You neither used the cross on me, nor I hit and bit, I can't waste my energy."

It's been a month since we saw each other. Sherlock's face is still cold, but at the same time gentle and polite. He is stretching his head and smiling at John Watson, letting the moonlight stream through his curly black hair. He is wearing black trousers and a He is wearing a suit and a long overcoat. His skin is soft and fair. His eyes are staring into John Watson's eyes. There is an ambiguous feeling that attracts his soul. Those kingly eyes are shining with the light of diamonds. Deep, beautiful, endless, John Watson felt that he could swim in those endless eye waves forever.

He closed his eyes, and couldn't help but move his lips towards Sherlock actively. Sherlock grunted and stretched out his hand to support him.

There was a sound in John Watson's small room, and the door opened.

Harriet looked at her brother tiredly hugging her little pillow. John Watson knelt on the bed like a dull puppy. Harriet walked towards him, "My brother, I slept again. Why is it so cold in your room?"

John Watson stared at Sherlock Holmes who was stuck behind the door with his big eyes. He chuckled silently there, and Harriet didn't realize that there was any terrifying creature behind her.

"Ha Liye, you are old enough, don't run to my bed anymore."

Harley sat on the mattress and looked at him in surprise, "Brother? What happened to your pajama pants?"

John Watson quickly supported her shoulders, blocking half of her sight, and pushed her out of the room door, "Harry! I'm serious! Don't come into my room without knocking again!"

Ha Liye looked at the empty golden birdcage on the table at the door of the room, her eyes widened in fear, "Ah! Brother! Your bat has escaped! It is going to suck her blood dry in grandma's room." She turned into a living zombie!"

"What?" explained John Watson, looking back at his cage, "it's not like that...Damn it!"

John Watson turned around immediately, Sherlock used his mind-reading skills reasonably, just right behind the door and secretly handed him the crutch, which was originally lying next to the bedside table, John Watson took it gratefully, and smiled at him After a while, Sherlock also smiled, and John Watson's heartbeat stopped again. He came back to his senses, and quickly chased his sister outside with a cane. Knock on the door, "Grandma! Grandma! That vampire bat ran away from the cage! It came to you!" Harley knocked hard on her grandma's door with a worried and crying voice, and then she opened the door Ran in, and flung herself into her granny's bed before John Watson caught her.

Grandma, wearing a nightcap and holding an oil lamp, jumped out of bed, "What the hell bat! Where is it! Where is it! On my mosquito net or under my quilt! Damn it! Get a broom! Damn it Bat! I must have been bitten! I must have been bitten! I feel like my feet are hurting all night!"

"Grandma? Have you been bitten? Grandma?" Harley yelled anxiously, "Are you going to become a zombie! My grandma!"

"Damn, let me see my feet, oh, I hit the bed frame, oh, bastard little bat, dare to bully me, let me check the curtains."

"Calm down!" John Watson yelled at the door, "There is no damn bat! It was released by me and flew far away!"

Grandma immediately shut up, holding her little granddaughter and watching John Watson suddenly lose his temper.

John Watson clenched his fists at the door, trying not to sound trembling in his voice, "There is no bat, Grandma, it is not in this house, please go on to sleep, nothing happened tonight, Harriet made a fuss, Sister, come here, I'll take you upstairs to sleep."

John Watson took her out, Harriet wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her nightgown, and swallowed, the voice was so loud that John Watson could hear her clearly, "Brother, I think your room It’s scary, I dare not pass by if there is someone else in there.”

John Watson patted her on the shoulder, "I'll take you back to your room."

"I dare not sleep alone."

"It's okay, Harley, you think too much."

He sent Harriet back to her room, and met the old Watson who was woken up in the corridor. He put on his nightgown, closed the bedroom door, and abandoned his wife inside. In front of him, "What's wrong with Harriet? Did she see cockroaches again? I can't sleep anymore, what time is it now? John, come down with me for a drink or two."

John Watson quickly waved his hand, "No... Dad... I'm sleepy."

"Your eyes are bigger than a bell. Are you sleepy? You don't want to whisper to me, an old man, now? Son, the business of the clinic has plummeted recently. I can see it in my eyes. You have to remember Account? Go downstairs and show me the account book."

"Now?"

"Of course, now, what if you slip away again tomorrow? Did you go to the casino with the money from the clinic? Are you drunk?"

"No, how could I do such a thing? Isn't the clinic's money my money?" John Watson looked at the door of his room. "It's two o'clock in the middle of the night."

"I know! But I'm going to look at the account book. You don't even allow me to read the account book now? Then the clinic was mine three years ago."

"Let me show you, let me...let me change my clothes first."

"Go quickly, I'll go downstairs to light the lamp, don't make me wait too long, let me, a father, pour you a glass of warming wine."

John Watson came into the room with his back turned to his father, and Sherlock sat on the bed staring at him, "Humans are busy at night."

John Watson leaned against the door and looked at him. "Maybe you'd like to wait for me a little longer? I'll talk to my father about something."

Sherlock seemed to look past him, "You have to understand, John, you were the one who made up his mind to let go, didn't you?"

"That's true. I decided to go with you. But now...let me talk to my father again, very soon." John Watson grabbed his nightgown, put it on, and tied his belt .

"I understand." Sherlock leaned against the head of the bed and put his hands to his lips, "Go, John, but you'd better lock the door behind your back, your sister is pressing her ears very tightly outside, I think she will I want to break in without telling you and meet me."

John Watson was taken aback when he heard his words, and quickly opened a crack in the door. Harriet laughed twice outside, "Brother, are you chatting with someone?"

Holding a cane, John Watson closed the door outside and locked it as he said, "Didn't you just say that you were too scared to pass by my room?"

Harley stared straight at his locked door, "Is it Sherlock? Sherlock is here? He came to see you? He's not a girl, he's a man, isn't he, brother?" Tilting his head, the big blue eyes full of curiosity looked up at him softly.

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