Sherlock's Kiss [Fuhua Vampire Colleague]

United Kingdom, London, New Year's Eve, January.

"He looks like a sleeping baby." Mother held a candle, stood by the bed, tilted her head towards the head of the bed, and said very softly.

"Like an anemic patient, his face is as pale as snow, he must lack a lot of nutrition." Dad and mother tilted their heads in the same direction, observing the people lying on the bed.

"In my eyes, it's a damn living zombie!" Grandma's sharp voice echoed in the dim yellow candlelight.

"Shh...my grandma, keep your voice down..." John Watson firmly grasped his grandma's arm and spoke in a low breath, "It's not a good thing to wake him up."

Thick and heavy blankets are hung on the window of John Watson's room to block the light of the day. As soon as Sherlock returns to the world on land, he will feel tired during the day, very tired, no matter how hard he insists, he can't resist sleep , ultraviolet light and all kinds of strong light will make him feel painful and uncomfortable. Only by sleeping can he escape this difficult day.

John Watson carefully drove all his curious family members out of the room, quietly closed the door, and locked himself and Sherlock together.

He slowly touched the furniture and sat by the bed, he was very familiar with his room, he spent countless single days and nights here, even if he is blind now, he can still find his little bed accurately s position.

Sherlock lay quietly on his side on the bed, and his sleeping position would occasionally lie on his side like this, with his back arched, his cheek resting quietly on the pillow, his breathing was barely audible between his nostrils, under his black curly hair, his sleeping lips slightly Turn on, like a helpless baby, any child who has no strength to restrain a chicken can kill him.

John Watson raised his hand and gently stroked his cheek. He didn't dare to stay on Sherlock's face for too long, so as not to wake him up from his sleep. He wanted to take the risk of kissing Sherlock secretly, but he couldn't bear it. Stopped, Sherlock slept so peacefully and happily, John Watson smiled contentedly, and then pulled the quilt on him a little higher to cover his shoulders, Sherlock might not need a quilt at all, but John Watson Watson couldn't bear the fact that his body temperature was affected by the surrounding temperature so low.

Sherlock also said that he likes warmth, and a warm atmosphere can make him feel very comfortable.

Then John Watson slowly closed the door and went outside.

He found that his family members were still gathering at the door of his room, and surrounded him curiously. John Watson was forced to stand against the wall at the foot of the wall. He listened to his father, his mother and his grandmother in the darkness. His turns of torture.

Mom said: "What kind of relationship have you developed with him? I think you are very close. You can't hide it from me, because you are my son. I can tell whether you are right from the expression you treat him. He dedicated himself! How can you marry a big man? This is ridiculous!"

Daddy said, "I don't care if you marry a man or a woman, my son, but think wisely, he's a vampire! A monster! The church is a block from us, and the priest will go crazy if he sees him! See His teeth are sharper than my razor!"

Grandma couldn't help but draw a conclusion, "My poor John, you have been tricked by this zombie, he will kill our whole family sooner or later, and then eat them, oh my John, quickly insert the cross while he is asleep / into his chest." Grandma kept holding on to the only wooden cross in the house, and she pushed the cross into John Watson's arms, "He hypnotized us, you silly boy, since you can do anything Remember, you should know how he treated me!"

John Watson grabbed the cross and said, "Honestly speaking, what you said makes sense. I will deal with this matter properly later, but there is a more serious matter at the moment, that is, I am hungry. Is it morning now?" ?”

"Fool! Just know how to eat! When he wakes up, we will all become food!" Grandma screamed at the top of her throat, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

John Watson quickly persuaded her to lower her voice, "My God, my grandma, please keep your voice down! Even if you are brave enough not to wake up my friend, don't let all the neighbors know that there is a vampire in this house, Your neighbors will simply set fire to you, too."

John Watson's grandmother immediately covered her mouth in a panic, "You are right, John, before we think of a way to solve him, none of us can leak a little bit of information to the outside world, otherwise we will all be caught Burnt to death on a stake, listen, no one can say a word to outsiders, not even mention his damn name!"

John Watson breathed a sigh of relief. He groped the railing and went downstairs to eat breakfast. The bandage on his left hand was tied by Sherlock at the dining table. He changed into the clean home clothes that smelled of soap at home. The fabric, the smell of home, all refreshed his mind and body. Under his pajama pants, there were bandages tied around his calf. The scene of him disinfecting with cotton swabs dipped in alcohol, and dressing his wound with care and love prevented his family members from calling the police.

They were terrified and confused by Sherlock.

John Watson frowned, the knife and fork in his hand couldn't find the right place, he kept cutting the edge of the plate, the ceramic dinner plate was creaked by his knife, John Watson was annoyed, he simply threw away the knife and fork , grabbed the barbecue sausage on the plate with his uninjured hand, put it in his mouth and took a big bite, he let out a sigh of satisfaction, the food on land is completely different from the food under the ground, these are blessed by the sun The food he has eaten makes him feel grounded.

His mother looked into his eyes distressedly. John Watson briefly explained to her last night that he had tried a new type of injection in order to restore his memory. The blindness in both eyes was the sequelae caused by the drug. John Watson was in front of her. I vowed to guarantee that the sequelae are only temporary.

Mom didn't believe his nonsense.

John Watson was never able to tell lies since he was a child. The temporary sequelae are simply nonsense. My mother is worried that he will be blind for the rest of his life. His legs have already caused him a burden. Now, even his eyes are broken , how can this be good.

Grandma sat sadly at the end of the dining table, indifferent to breakfast, and her remaining teeth could only bite fried eggs. The chewy and greasy barbecue sausage was a battle-like challenge for her, and she completely Having no appetite to enjoy fried eggs, grandma complained dissatisfiedly: "I don't care who he is! Who does he think he is! He comes and leaves whenever he wants. I have managed to get rid of him for 13 years, but suddenly I can't ask I abducted my grandson for three months without asking, and now he is lying upstairs sleeping silently like a normal person, what kind of place is our house! I am not easy to be bullied as an old lady! Use an ax to catch the traitor!"

"You didn't carry the ax, it was the blacksmith wearing the cuckold. You were just shouting ahead to open the way." John Watson retorted.

"John! Tell grandma the truth. Have you fallen in love with him? Do you have to spend the rest of your life with him? I won't agree with you recruiting such a monster!"

John Watson shook his head vaguely, "If you think it's troublesome for him to sleep here, when he wakes up, I'll tell him to move to a hotel. He's used to staying in a hotel."

"Why didn't he go home? Do you mean that he doesn't have a home?" Old Watson, who had been watching the match, suddenly put down the newspaper and asked concerned, "He looks like a rich man with a handsome appearance and a pair of brocade clothes As if Yu Shi has never been tired, he doesn't even have a decent house?"

John Watson paused for a moment, and then said, "Yes, father, he has no home, no house, no place to live, indeed he has innumerable properties, but he has no fixed bed to sleep in."

"And what about his parents?" asked old Watson.

"His mother had a difficult childbirth and died long ago. His father's whereabouts are unknown. He probably died. He has a 7-year-old son who was separated from him in a different place yesterday. No chance to meet up."

As soon as John Watson finished speaking, there was a sudden silence at the dining table. Even the grandma on the seat lowered her head, looked at the floor tiles, and remained silent.

After a long time, my mother sighed: "Poor vampire..."

"Wait." Old Watson adjusted his sitting posture on the seat. He straightened his back. "He has a son? Does he have a wife?"

"I think... probably not a wife, because there was no formal wedding... But that woman followed him sincerely... and he also sincerely wanted to have a child with that woman... In short... the child It's not an illegitimate child of an accidental pregnancy... No..." John Watson stammered in the explanation, afraid that he would say more and more, and in the end he would say the wrong thing.

"Isn't it an accidental pregnancy? It's not an accident, why don't you get married? I think he is a bastard who flirts with women and runs away! A playboy! I knew it! Look at his ecstatic face! I knew he was a playboy material So what about the poor man! Aren’t you still a bastard!” Grandma walked out of pity all of a sudden, and her sympathy for Sherlock instantly turned into accusation, “Daughter-in-law, look what kind of guy your son found. Friend? A bastard who won’t marry a woman after having her belly pregnant, a friend who has an illegitimate child, our Watson family can’t receive such a guest of disrepute, no! When he wakes up, drive him away immediately!”

Mom nodded in agreement, "Yes, grandma is right, John, there is really nothing you can do about it, since he already has a woman, why do you want to intervene in him?"

"His woman is dead."

"Even so! You can't be used as a substitute! No! Anyway, the first thing he does when he wakes up is to walk out of our Watson's house and get out! Daughter-in-law, you can't cook him dinner! Don't leave him a place! Let him go, go quickly! The farther away from us, the better! Look at him killing my grandson to lose his eyes!"

John Watson was stuck between the harsh noise of grandma and mother discussing each other, helplessly continued to eat his breakfast, was too tired to defend Sherlock, he had expected that Sherlock's coming to his house would cause chaos and disaster, Already expected.

After dinner, he went to sleep in his sister's room. He couldn't just go back to his own room under the watchful eyes of his family, take off his clothes and lie next to Sherlock, and the model grandmother who would be caught raped him and pulled him out of bed Pulled out, premarital sex/behavior is an unforgivable matter in the conservative Watson family, otherwise they would not have such great hostility towards Sherlock.

They think Sherlock is a slutty vampire who plays with women and men.

He got up in the afternoon, and he could tell whether it was day or night from the air. John Watson sat on the edge of the bed and stretched with a smile, taking a deep breath of the air warmed by the sun, then he rubbed his eyes and touched the Wall went into the bathroom to wash his face, and took a simple shower by the way.

He ladles water from a wooden bucket and rinses his hair and body. Whenever he is with Sherlock, he always hurts. With Sherlock, bleeding is commonplace. Before knowing him, John Watson even had a high fever. That one time, but now, he has crashed a car again, has amnesia again, his body is full of nail scratches, and there are two healed cavities on the root of his thigh, which is difficult to open.The imprints left by those two small blood holes are very deep. If someone accidentally sees them, they will be shocked and incoherent.

No wonder his family has such a big opinion of Sherlock, it is really a difficult job to resolve their misunderstanding of Sherlock.

John Watson dried the water droplets on his hair with a towel at home. He was very happy to smell the ordinary soap smell. After changing into his pajamas and nightgown, John Watson sat downstairs. Old Watson spent the whole day They all stayed at home, for fear that when they went out, John Watson would be abducted by that vampire again.

Although John Watson has repeatedly emphasized that his disappearance this time has absolutely nothing to do with Sherlock, and he lost his way accidentally, but Old Watson does not believe him. In his eyes, Sherlock is a dangerous human trafficker.

Old Watson opened the medicine box and patiently changed the bandages on his palms and calves. The winter sky suddenly turned dark, and before 5 o'clock, the sun disappeared, and the house had to be lit.

Grandma was nervously sitting in front of the fireplace and warming the fire, while mother was standing anxiously in the kitchen with the plates in her arms, and father, his eyes were fixed on the door of the living room. They were all waiting for someone, no, one The awakening of a giant.

Only John Watson was humming a ditty happily, reaching out to caress the bottle in the wine cabinet, like a passerby looking for treasure in a dark cave, his fingers carefully passed the uneven wine bottle, "Dad? Would you like some whiskey?"

"Trust me, a retired doctor, drinking alcohol before meals is not good for your stomach." When Old Watson said this, his eyes never left the door of the living room. He had a book open in his hand, but 20 minutes ago , he did not turn another page.

"What about cider?" John Watson asked his father reluctantly.

"Silly son, don't worry about your wine, he's about to wake up, it's getting dark! Will he bite when he wakes up?"

John Watson smiled, "He only bites occasionally when he gets out of control, certainly not tonight, he has medicinal wine in his pocket."

"What medicinal wine?"

John Watson found his sofa, slowly sat down on the armrests, and said with a smile, "A magical and great invention that has never been born before, and all human medicine can't compare with this kind of invention." The medicinal wine was made by him, Dad, don't treat him like an ordinary vampire... If you chat with him for a while, you will understand that he is different."

Suddenly, a freezing chill whipped through the air in the living room, and Papa and Grandma's backs tensed.

Sherlock suddenly appeared from the shadows, with a face like a moon god, noble and beautiful, because he has no shadow, so when he appears, people always feel that he is transformed by light smoke, his pale face, strange His behavior cast a layer of dead silence on Watson's house, just like last time. For a moment, everyone was silent, and all eyes were focused on him.

Old Watson no longer cares about John Watson's operation mistakes, and now he can't spare the energy to continue to settle the accounts with his son. The ancestral clinic closed down, and the family lost their livelihood. Old Watson had enough savings, and he could earn some pocket money for his writing in his later years), all these scourges were all caused by John Watson’s superfluous kindness when he was young, that prostitute died in his hands, And John Watson ruined his future.

He could have become famous in London, he could have become an excellent doctor, but now it's all ruined, all ruined, no rich man will trust him, a quack doctor who has failed operations, it's nothing, now, John Wah The student actually brought a living vampire into the house and made him stand openly in the living room.

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