[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

I have hidden all the sugar in the house

-SH: you can't do this to me

-JW: I can

6: 33am

The aftereffects of drinking coffee, I think Sherlock is up all night

6: 40am

The head in the refrigerator. I asked his name carefully. He is Mr. Smith, but Sherlock likes to call him Lagrange.

Good morning Mr. Lagrange, today is another beautiful day.

7: 00am

I hate being watched, but I'm used to it after so long, but at least I can pause the surveillance cameras while I change clothes.

- Comments (4):

-Anthea: Sorry, it was my mistake

-JW: It's okay, I know you're also responsible

-Anthea: Thank you for your understanding.Also, you're wearing the boss' brother's socks

-JW: ...

7: 30am

Pack up and go to morning exercise.Yesterday I downloaded more than 20 puzzle-solving apps for Sherlock, I hope he has a good time—at least let me date successfully, even once

- Comments (7):

-SH: boring

-SH: really boring

-SH: Boring!

-JW: You can go and play games

-SH: boring

-JW: ...don't tell me I played all night

-MH: For Sherlock's sleep, I suspend all functions of his phone, of course, text messages are kept

8: 00am

72 text messages (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

12: 00am

As an unemployed person, there's always plenty of time, and I get by on my roommate's credit card, but I still wish I could have my own business.

- Comments (1):

-Harry: I thought it was your business to keep your crazy roommate from starving

12: 04pm

I found Mr. Skull, which was well kept in a cupboard by Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson said she couldn't completely hide Mr. Skull, and the time he came into the light was when I went to work.But recently Sherlock seldom came to steal Mr. Skull, and Mrs. Hudson said that she was actually very grateful to me.

- Comments (3):

-Harry: QAQ is so touching

-Anthea: QAQ is so touching +1

-GL: I always feel something is wrong

12: 30pm

Sherlock had eaten all the sugar in the kitchen, which was horrible, and he was bored.

12: 34pm

I should have noticed earlier that today is Sherlock No. 16 days without a case.He would be bored without even asking me to hand over his cigarettes.It's actually pretty scary.

12: 35pm

Sherlock locked himself in the room

12: 40pm

I think I should be able to knock the door open.

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#Watson's Private Diary#

I can't count what Sherlock does when he's bored, but in summary, he plays the violin like he's sawing wood, he walks around the room like a cat stimulated by catnip, He would reveal all my secrets without hesitation, and push me into awkward situations without remorse.

However, when I knocked open the door, I saw a quiet Sherlock.

Sherlock's bed was not too small, with very warm sheets and quilts, completely different from his usual impression.He was wearing that comfortable blue pajamas and lay there quietly with his eyes closed.

On the small table next to it lay a syringe with residual liquid in it.

Almost immediately I was like what happened.Inspector Lestrade broke into our apartment long ago and reminded me afterward that Sherlock had had a dark time.

In other words, this person was addicted to drugs and has done some really unseemly things since then.

I asked Sherlock, and he didn't hide from me.Obviously he regrets that time very much, yes, it's rare to see him regret anything.

It was a bad day.That's how he described it.

But I believe that Sherlock is sane and wise enough, he is a real smart man, and he has shown me countless times that he is extraordinary.

But now, looking at him, I'm starting to feel a little uncertain.

"Sherlock, what are you doing." I walked over and picked up the syringe, calm even I didn't believe it.

He looked at me, there seemed to be water vapor in those beautiful blue-green eyes, reflecting the afternoon sun, I never knew that this man's eyes would be so beautiful.

"Tell me what you're doing." I leaned over and stared at him.

He blinked, the moisture in his eyes dispersed, and then let out a breath: "It's so boring."

"Drugs are not an effective solution to boredom, Sherlock."

"When the head spins too fast, I need something to help me find the breakthrough." He clutched his arm, and I had no doubt that there would be one or more pinholes under his palm.

And what I answered him was a solid punch.

His cheekbones are really hard.

The author has something to say: Whether Sherlock takes drugs or not, I personally think that he has had such an experience [see the first episode of the first season for details]

Boredom is scary, and for Sherlock, 7% cocaine might be the way to go

☆、#On the Importance of Fried Dumpling#

#Watson's Private Diary#

I didn't hold back anything about the punch, it was so hard that I even saw an obvious red mark on Sherlock's cheekbone, which turned into a bruise.And I also had scars on the joints of my hands.

This person's appearance and personality are sharp enough, the kind that can scratch people.

Sherlock was a little surprised and I would hit him. Although I don't think he knew what he did wrong from his facial expression, it was obvious that he had no intention of fighting back.

This is good, at least let me know that his sanity is still there, and he is not a poisonous insect dominated by drugs.

I roughly picked up the syringe and the empty bottle next to it: "Sherlock, tell me what this is."

Sherlock curled himself up on the pillow, looked at me, unexpectedly a little obedient: "7% cocaine solution."

"I hope you didn't lie to me." I threw the things in my hands into the trash can, making some noises.

Sherlock blinked, he seemed a little sensitive to the sound, obviously I startled him.

As a doctor, I understand the effects and harms of drugs better than anyone else.

Speaking of it, the 7% cocaine solution is not considered a drug, it is just a stimulant. Obviously, when Sherlock's mind is idle, he needs something to stimulate him, so that he can be excited.

Race his brain, race drugs, and, as he puts it, "have a little fun in this damn quiet world."

But I don't want him to continue this habit, even though I know that Mycroft is somewhere watching his brother take out the syringe, suck the potion, and stick it in his flesh, and Mycroft as the elder brother Te didn't mean to stop it.

He didn't mind his brother's way of coping with boredom, not Mycroft, who would have to fly all the way to helicopter even Sherlock missed a lunch.

The only explanation is that Sherlock has done this before, or rather, he does it often.

No matter what he did in the past, I don't want him to waste his talent and health in this way, and he won't be able to in the future.

Being nice Sherlock doesn't make me any less angry, but I know being angry now won't solve the problem.He doesn't smoke, only uses nicotine patches, and now progressing to stimulants, I feel like I have to stop him from going any further.But now is not the time, I went to heat up a glass of milk, brought it up for Sherlock to drink, and then wrapped him in a quilt for him to sleep well.

Now, good baby Sherlock is not the place to talk, and I have to think about how to explain to Mycroft that I hit his brother.

At this time, the phone rang.

"Please don't mind. MH"

I have to say that I am a little relieved, at least Mycroft is not as overprotective of his younger brother as I imagined.

"Please don't slap your face next time, Mommy will be sad when she sees it. MH"

Withdrawing the foreword, this is an out-and-out brother accusation.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon when Sherlock woke up, and he looked so bright that he was even in the mood to put down his violin to greet me when I returned from the supermarket.

"How did you sleep." I put down my shopping bag.

"Except for the pain in the face, everything is fine." Sherlock touched his face. I have pasted his wound with a Band-Aid to prevent him from doing unnecessary things.

Mrs. Hudson brought the black tea, she seemed very dissatisfied, Sherlock's face made her think we had a fight, and Mrs. Hudson concluded that Sherlock had done something wrong without even asking why.

I'm not going to argue, Sherlock did do something wrong.

After Mrs. Hudson left, I closed the door and looked at Sherlock who curled himself up in the armchair with a cup of black tea: "Don't you want to say something? To me."

"Not enough milk for black tea." He looked at me and handed over the cup as it should.

I was a little annoyed that he was obviously changing the subject.But I still took the cup and helped him add some milk and half a teaspoon of sugar. This man who looks sharp like a knife likes candy like a child.I tried my best to calm myself down, handed the cup back to him, and then sat on the sofa opposite him.

Picking up the black tea and taking a sip, I pouted.It is true that there is less milk, and Mrs. Hudson has always neglected these recently.

But obviously this is not the point, I put down my teacup and looked directly at Sherlock: "Sherlock, cocaine will make your sanity go away."

He looked at me, his beautiful pupils returned to the cold color: "On the contrary, John, he made me sober."

"You can't just rely on meds, Sherlock, and if one day you miscalculate your intake, I'll come back with your dead body." I threatened him.

Sherlock clearly disagreed, and I could guess what he would say to me, like how he would never miscalculate intake.Of course I'm sure of that, but I don't guarantee that the big detective will kill himself after the whole world has become boring, after the world is finally at peace and humanity has finally eliminated crime.

Of course, this wish is more difficult, but it is always a bright future, isn't it?

I took out my phone and shook it: "If you don't agree to quit it, I'll report it to Lestrade, and you don't want to get any more cases in the future."

Sherlock sat in the armchair with his knees folded, glaring at me, "It's not fair, you're threatening me."

I looked back without showing any weakness: "I'm just threatening you."

"you can not do that!"

"I can." I paused, "Also, Sherlock, you're going to tell me 'you can't do this' again recently. Given some of your habits, I'm afraid I'll threaten you for a long time."

When Sherlock was upset, he would throw himself on the sofa, turn his back to me and say nothing, declaring that he was in a cold war with me.I'm not going to compromise this time, it's a serious thing, much more serious than a nicotine patch.

I looked at him with my hands folded, then turned around to get my coat: "I'm hungry, I want to eat together."

After waiting for a while, knowing that I was getting dressed slowly, a muffled voice came: "I want to eat Chinese food."

"Then come together and go to the one you like."

Sherlock, who threw himself into the sofa, threw himself up again, quickly changed into his coat, and then looked at me with a straight face: "I still don't like the way you treat me, John."

I looked at him, and walked to the door: "Today I will eat fried dumplings."

Then, I got the smile named "Sherlock Holmes".

The author has something to say: Sherlock: You make me look like a foodie!

Watson: Sleep on the balcony while peeking at my diary!

【Crazy busy during the Chinese New Year, the latest update date is uncertain, sorry QAQ will work hard to update daily, my dears~~~】

☆、#Go shopping#

8: 01am

Sherlock's recent smoking cessation effect is good, but the use of nicotine patches has increased. Of course, I don't want to succeed in one fell swoop, step by step.

8: 03am

I know you're checking Twitter, Sherlock, you're getting up.

8: 10am

Wake up Sherlock!I'm very busy today!

- Comments (7):

-SH: I was very tired last night, please forgive me

-JW: shut up

-SH: You can't use me and throw me away John that's wrong

-Harry: brother and sister-in-law, please be restrained

-Anthea: LS+1

-MH: Please take care of my brother's body

-JW: ...I just let me move the couch for me

9: 03am

Today is Christmas, well, I don't really like Christmas, after all, I don't have any friends to send gifts to.But this year is different. I need to send gifts to many people, although I think many of them don't necessarily consider themselves my friends.

- Comments (5):

-Harry: I want a present [raise hand

-Anthea: Me too [raise hand

-MH: except the sweater

-SH: I want a bed

-JW: ...

9: 40am

my pullover is missing

9: 41am

Well, I found it... He was dismantled into yarn and hung on a lamp stand...

- Comments (2):

-SH: Not me | did it.

-JW: You did it! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

10: 00am

Marie Curie's discovery of radioactive elements is a feat, and the difficulties are self-evident.

But believe me, it's harder than asking Sherlock to go to the mall with me.

10: 13am

Since when did I give up taking the subway and start developing the habit of taking a taxi when I go out?I don't know how many taxi drivers there are in London. How can there be a driver as soon as you go out, without even calling to make an appointment.

- Comments (1):

-MH: No thanks.

11: 20am

It took me an hour to convince Sherlock that it would be foolish to buy a wig for his brother.God knows why he keeps gloating at his brother's hairline, which is no joke, you know.

- Comments (3):

-MH: Dear brother, as your closest blood relative, I have enough reasons to figure out how your hair will grow in a few years

-JW: (⊙o⊙)

-SH: ...

11: 30am

Sherlock's complaints have gone from "Who invented such a thing as buying presents" to "Who invented such a boring holiday as Christmas".

- Comments (3):

-MH: It's not boring

-GL: It's boring!Fucking Christmas, Fucking Sale, Fucking Crowds!Don't they know that this is a complete conspiracy!Coming out in a swarm has multiplied my workload by five times!There are also all kinds of thieves and robbers who came out at this time! ! ! ! !

-MH: Well, Christmas is boring

11: 59am

I want steak for lunch, you know I'm starving

12: 04pm

Well, Sherlock wants to eat Chinese food.He always likes Chinese food.

12: 14pm

Tofu is delicious :)

- Comments (1):

-Harry: I knew you were dragged away by your psycho roommate again.

12: 30pm

Go to buy desserts, a cup of black coffee, a cup of coffee double sugar single milk.

It always felt like Sherlock was going to the dentist soon.

13: 00pm

The rest time is over, continue to go to the mall.

Surprisingly, there are a lot fewer people in the mall, which is amazing.

- Comments (1):

-MH: No thanks.

13: 15pm

Christmas gifts always have to be special.I have already packaged the purchased goods and asked the clerk to help me mail them, and now I have to concentrate on buying them for Sherlock.

Well, maybe it's better to buy one while he's not looking.

- Comments (2):

-SH: It's ok, I'll act like I didn't see it

-SH: Also, no wool socks

14: 00pm

Mrs. Hudson was away, probably out shopping for Christmas.By the way, how did such a big Christmas tree move upstairs?

- Comments (1):

-MH: No thanks.

The author has something to say: the Christmas chapter is unfinished and to be continued =V=

The one who gives gifts to each other is the cutest~ Said that, in fact, Mai Ge and Chang Hua unconsciously show affection or something [cover face

☆, #Christmas Happy#

14: 22pm

Already had a hunch that decorating a Christmas tree would be a difficult task.

I like the traditional ones, colored lights, colored ribbons, and a little star on top.But Sherlock was very persistent and asked me to find Mr. Skull and put it on the top.I would never agree, not even with a bare Christmas tree!no way!

- Evaluation (6):

-SH: Let me tell you the results of this year's Korean election

-JW: NO

-SH: Then tomorrow's lottery numbers

-JW: NO

-SH: I'll do the dishes with you at night

-JW: deal

14: 30pm

Mrs. Hudson was preparing dinner, and Sherlock curled himself up on the sofa and said he was tired.Well, I know he doesn't like crowded places, maybe he's really tired today.

14: 32pm

He secretly put a gift box under the sofa.

Well, I pretended not to see it.

14: 50pm

Decorate the ribbons in the house, the bright red looks good.

15: 30pm

Sherlock ripped off several of my pullovers, but left me with one... red and green with white stripes.It looks like a Christmas tree when I put it on.

Well he won, I'm definitely not going to meet Suzanne in this.

- Comments (2):

-Harry: You succumbed to your psychotic roommate again

-SH: is wisdom

16: 00pm

I need to sleep.

17: 30pm

Smell it, I feel like the Christmas dinner is done.Mrs. Hudson was always good, as long as he didn't make me scrambled eggs.

18: 01pm

Sherlock will play the violin obediently on Christmas Eve, which is very nice.He has a master level, but he only likes to toss that precious violin like sawing wood.It's rare as it is now, but I saw Mrs. Hudson's expression was very peaceful.

She treats Sherlock as her child, so she is tolerant and patient, I always knew that.

18: 20pm

Sherlock must not know what gift I gave him =V=

- Comments (5):

-SH: pajamas, obviously

-MH: pajamas, obviously

-JW: ... how do you know =口=

-SH: I complained about my pajamas getting old yesterday, and you made a note of that in your notebook.

-MH: I saw the shopping receipt on the monitor

18: 30pm

The gifts I received this year are indeed much more than before.

Harry gave me a scarf, yes, she knitted it herself, and she gave me a dozen if you counted that.Mrs. Hudson gave me a sweater, gray, I like it very much.Mycroft gave me a notebook, Lestrade gave me a pen, hey, did they agree?

- Comments (7):

-MH: Yes, and bought together

-GL: you forced me to buy it

-JW: Thanks, I love it =W=

-Anthea: You didn't mention what I sent you, not happy :(

-JW: uh, i didn't see that

-Anthea: The videotape, it's in your bedroom, there's a videotape of the boss brother waking up

-MH: Make a copy and send it to me

19: 00pm

What I gave Sherlock was a pajamas, sky blue, well he guessed it.But what makes me happy is that he seems to like it, and he doesn't dislike him because he is not a famous brand.He fits perfectly.

19: 12pm

Sherlock won't let me open the present he gave me, well, I know he likes mysteries.

20: 00pm

Today is the last episode of Conspiracy to Love because of spoilers for Sherlock.I knew the murderer ahead of time.But I still took Sherlock to read it together, because I knew Sherlock would be very proud.

21: 20pm

Sure enough, he was very happy because he guessed right.I am not stingy with complimenting him, I feel that through compliments I can make this angular man happy.

- Comments (1):

-Harry: you're talking about pets

21: 30pm

Sherlock gave me a cell phone.

He is the only one in the address book.

- Comments (4):

-Anthea: The boss's younger brother is making great progress GJ!

-Harry: QAQ Your psychiatric ward is friendly and romantic, is that how he captured you?my poor john

-GL: Doc, don't forget that his surname is Holmes [Holmes don't understand romance

-ML: Doc, don't forget that his surname is Holmes [Holmes are always right

The author has something to say: There are two choices in the next chapter——1. Sherlock’s perspective; 2. Lestrade’s perspective

Players are asked to choose

☆、#Holmes=Demon#

#Lestrade's Private Diary#

My name is Greg Lestrade.

Although a kid named Sherlock Holmes keeps calling me wrong, and I don't bother to correct him, I still feel that it is necessary to introduce myself accurately and accurately at the beginning.

Becoming a police officer has always been my dream. Although the life of a police detective is not quite what I imagined, but after all, I have realized my dream. I have a stable salary, loyal subordinates, and a kind boss. I usually punish evil and promote good. Occasionally, I will read the newspaper to make my family happy, and my whole life seems to be satisfied.

However, the turning point of my life began in an anti-drug operation.

Because I caught a very slick guy in that anti-drug operation. His name is Sherlock, he is 17 years old, and he has a pair of cold and proud eyes like a cat.

Speaking of which, what he did was not considered a drug use. Compared with the other drug bugs around, his intake was much less, but because he was the only minor, I took him back to the police station and asked to notify him guardian.

"No, you can't!" The always calm Sherlock lost his temper at me for the first time, even stood up and tried to struggle to free the handcuffs.

I looked at him, and to be honest, I have met many such teenagers before, thinking that I was strong enough.On a humanitarian level, I feel I need to save him.

"Tell me your guardian's phone number, or, I'll check it myself."

"You can't find it." His eyes were still sharp.

I didn't say anything because, in fact, I was really short of a phone call.This young man named Sherlock, his background, and his family seemed to be locked in an instant. When I checked, I was speechless for a long time in front of the "top secret" on the computer screen.

But in the end someone broke the silence.

A man with a black umbrella walks into the police station and takes Sherlock away.

That man's name was Mycroft Holmes. My first impression was that he was an extremely gentleman. Even if he didn't say a word to me, I could tell that his arrogance was exactly the same as Sherlock's.

This matter did not leave a deep trace in my head. After all, I have to deal with many similar cases every day, ranging from small fights to murder and drug trafficking. Let's see how filthy it is.

Sherlock was seen again two years later when he tried to force his way into the crime scene.

I recognized him at a glance. Although this kid's complexion has improved a lot, he must have given up his drug addiction, and he is dressed neatly and neatly, but I still recognize him.After all, the fluffy hair and cat-like eyes are very recognizable.

"The prisoner didn't commit suicide, as long as you look at the soles of his shoes." His voice is a little high, but even so, the teenager who has gone through the voice change period has an unparalleled bass. I saw Donovan read more He glanced several times.

I walked over and looked at Sherlock: "I saw you again."

"I don't know you." He frowned at me, as if he had no impression of me, but the next moment he raised his eyebrows slightly, "It doesn't matter, I need to correct your stupid mistakes."

"Hey, you need to learn to be polite." Donovan was a little annoyed.

But I'm a little curious about what this boy is going to do.Yes, of course I could see that the prisoner hadn't committed suicide, but obviously I couldn't find any proof.Maybe it's because I'm infatuated, I want this boy to give it a try.

"I can let you in," I held up my hand, blocking Donovan's words, "but you have to put this on and put on the gloves."

He looked at the blue dress in my hand with some distaste, but after a few seconds, he still picked it up and put it on himself.Handing him the gloves, Sherlock's fingers are very long, so wearing gloves is naturally beautiful.

He strode into the victim, and the next moment, he was on the ground and brought himself close to the victim's head.

You know, that person was shot in the head with a blow, and a certain part of the skull was bloody and bloody. Even if I saw it, I would turn my eyes away. I was surprised by Sherlock's doing so.

In any case, he was a brave enough boy.

"Killed with one blow, no other trauma, but the root of the hair is obviously wet, obviously he has been out in the morning, the marks on his face prove that he wears glasses, where are the glasses..."

"Shut up, freak, and tell me what you found."

Donovan interrupted Sherlock's babbling rudely, and Sherlock seemed a little unhappy.I know Donovan has always been a hothead, but he is a competent enough subordinate.I took a step forward, then looked at Sherlock and said, "Okay, tell me what you found."

"No, it's not enough." Sherlock directly took off the blue clothes that made him look a little silly, then roughly took off the rubber gloves and threw them aside, and strode out of the room.

At the time, I thought the same as everyone else-this person must be here to make trouble.

However, when I received an email that night, I had to feel that my instincts were right, Sherlock is an extremely smart young man.

After all, not everyone can deduce the cause of death or even identify the suspect from the soil on the soles of the feet and the rain in the hair.

But the day after I closed the case, I received an invitation.It was more like a kidnapping than an invitation. A small black car drove up to my door, and a lady who knew all my information and even the police officer's number half-threateningly let me get into the car.

Maybe she wasn't threatening me, but the whole thing seemed like a threat.

Then I saw Mycroft Holmes again. He was still holding the black umbrella. He looked more mature and gentlemanly than before, but his eyes were more arrogant and unpredictable.

"What did you call me for?" I asked him.

"You are the only detective who let my brother participate in the investigation. I think it is necessary for me to thank you." He said this with a smile, but it seemed to me that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake .

"If I could, I wouldn't let your brother play detective games again."

"Oh, my opinion is just the opposite. I want to invite you to give my brother a chance to relieve his loneliness." He paused slightly, then raised his eyebrows, "Often."

"You're ordering me." I frowned.

He looked at the tip of the umbrella, not at me, with an extremely arrogant attitude: "I can't order you, but I can order your boss. You can choose to accept or refuse, of course, I am not responsible for the consequences."

Yes, he is threatening me, and he has written the threat on his face (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

As an upright police chief, I don't think there is anything advisable in this way of using power for personal gain and using the manpower and material resources of the police station to make fun of my brother.Of course I... agreed...

Is there any other option besides agreeing to me?Unless I want to find out tomorrow that I'm being sent undercover in Belarus.

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Mycroft was leaning on the pillow, holding a red leather notebook, and looked at the man lying next to him: "Dear Sheriff, I don't think it's good for you to describe me as a control freak."

Lestrade gritted his teeth, this guy is a control freak, not only for work, but also for everything, including sex|love.

Yes, even a certain person on the bed can't change his nature, mastering the rhythm, breathing, from foreplay to orgasm, he has the patience to do everything damn well.

"I think my description is very accurate." Lestrade clutched his waist and said fiercely, "Also, Sherlock stole my police ID again."

"It's okay, I've already prepared fifty spare ones for you." Mycroft said casually.

"However, he stole so many police IDs but never remembered my name!" Lestrade felt his waist hurt even more.

Mycroft smiled, lowered his head, and gave the man a gentle but irresistible kiss, a deep kiss, with the tip of his tongue sweeping every corner of the man's mouth.

Lestrade was not released until he was short of breath.

Mycroft clung to his ear, his voice was low and sweet: "This is for you."

Lestrade gasped heavily, his face flushed, and he raised his eyes to look at the image projected on the wall.

A little boy with hairy hair, lying on the bed, the sun is shining down, like an angel.

"Who is this?" Lestrade asked softly.

Mycroft laughed, his expression was unprecedentedly warm: "Sherlock, he was a little angel when he was a child, wasn't he?"

Lestrade was a little surprised, never thought that person would be so well-behaved.But in the next second, Mycroft's words left him completely speechless.

"If Sherlock pisses you off later, show him this."

Whether Mycroft loved his brother, or bullied him, was a question Lestrade still hadn't figured out.

The author has something to say: Presented from the perspective of field flowers~

Said that Brother Mai is always quick and ruthless, and directly captures the policeman... No, the policeman, I am very tired~

Next chapter Sherlock's perspective, warning: The world in Juanjuan's eyes is different from others, please be mentally prepared o(≧v≦)o

☆、#炒饺很好#

#Sherlock's Day#

It's been boring lately, very boring.

John has been away from home a lot since he found that job, and Lestrade seemed to have a sudden enlightenment. Those interesting cases disappeared, and it wasn't Christmas why those criminals gave themselves a holiday.

But John will help me make breakfast and watch me finish eating before leaving.He seems to be very obsessed with making me drink milk every day, I don't like milk, but I'm still used to holding a cup and waiting.

He'll add just enough sugar to the milk and it's fine.

I used to stay in bed, yeah, I just didn't want to get up, so that John could delay his date with that woman, fight, and bring me Chinese food home for dinner.

John is much better than Mr. Skull, he will praise me, he will help me, which is very good.

As for his occasional tantrum and punching me - really inexplicable - but generally I can forgive his mistakes on his own merit.