[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

go in.He is happy to eat, I know he is well fed

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The author has something to say: Well, the plot of S1E3 is almost progressing, and the next step is the key point

Was Watson kidnapped by Mo Niang?What happens after the kidnapping can only be done by brain!Was Watson rushing to save Sherlock?There is nothing to play in the swimming pool!

Back then, when I was shooting three episodes frame by frame, I could imagine countless possibilities!

=V=Lianzi’s mother sprinkled sugar all the way without explaining, meow~【Akimbo

☆、#Moliarty#

Two days of busy work made me a little exhausted.

That madman named Moriarty - Sherlock calls him a criminal artist, but I don't think so - has done a lot of murders, and it's something I've been ignoring before.

Sherlock doesn't seem to care as much about other people's lives as I thought.

I am a doctor, and my responsibility is to save lives and heal the wounded.Although I am a military doctor, of course as long as I am a soldier, it proves that it is impossible to keep my hands clean forever. I have never been soft when dealing with the damned, but I still don't want innocent people to die.I have raced against the god of death countless times, and every life is precious in my eyes.

But Sherlock is different from me, he is very calm, so calm that it almost makes me feel sad.Maybe he didn't know it himself. When he talked about life and death, which should be heavy issues, the indifference on his face made me sad.

Yes, I quarreled with him because I think he doesn't value life and respect life.

But I found out later that he just didn't seem to understand.He doesn't understand such complicated, irrational, and human emotions, he looks at everything rationally and calmly, puts everything on the balance, and exchanges the smallest price for the greatest benefit.

Maybe he treats all this as a game, not because he is cold-blooded and ruthless, but because there are many things he doesn't understand.

My Mr. Detective is dozens of times better than others in IQ, but in some places, he is still young.

But when it all came to an end, I felt relieved.

Those messy things can be solved later, can't they?

"John, I'm a little hungry." Sherlock stuffed himself on the sofa without even changing his clothes.He now likes to occupy my sofa, but I will also occupy his armchair.In fact, compared to Sherlock's tall body, it is not very comfortable to lie on the sofa, but he likes it.

I turned on the computer, clicked on the blog, stretched out the index fingers of my left and right hands and started typing: "Don't you still want to watch TV series? Let's go eat after you finish watching."

Sherlock looked back at me: "Still going to that French restaurant?"

I glanced at him, and then turned my gaze back to the computer screen: "No, I don't like the waiters there." Everyone wanted to eat Sherlock.

Sherlock took out the remote control to turn on the TV, and muttered in a voice so low and charming that it made the spine tingle: "Then go eat Chinese food, I like Chinese food."

I smiled, but turned my back to him and didn't let him see: "Okay, Chinese food, I know you like Chinese food."

For some reason, I can't blog about Moriarty's existence.So I took these cases apart and wrote them one by one without mentioning the mastermind behind the scenes.

In fact, this is not important. The reason why I use the blog to record is not the rehabilitation treatment suggested by the psychiatrist, but because I want to leave some information about Sherlock and I, two men who took risks together when they were young , In this quiet and peaceful London, in the colorless mist, I once experienced a lot of exciting things with a very clever detective.When I get old in the future, take it out and read it, it may be the best reading.

If I'm still with Sherlock at that time, let's watch it together. I praise him with these, and he will still say his 240 three kinds of soot.

TV dramas are still about detectives. Yes, I don’t know why TV stations are so keen on detectives now.Sherlock can always see the murderer at the first time, not because the actors are too obvious, but the details left by the screenwriter will always be connected by Sherlock's head, and the result is that the whole TV series will be attacked by Sherlock. relentless attack.

"He! He is the murderer! Why is it so obvious that no one sees it!"

Sherlock was yelling at the TV again, but then wrapped his arms together in a tantrum.I smiled and didn't say a word. This kind of situation happens every day, and I think it's quite funny.

Although Sherlock dislikes TV dramas, he will obediently watch them.He wants to see the result and show it off to me.

He likes to show off, and he also likes to look cool, with his collar turned up, his high cheekbones and pale face set him off like a medieval nobleman.But these seem to me very childish habits.

But I will still praise him, because Sherlock is a very good person, and someone should praise him.

That's when Sarah texted me and asked me to go to her house.Well I forgot, I left without saying goodbye to her that day, maybe I should explain something to her.

For example, I think I still can't live a normal life, for example, I can't marry her, for example, we should break up.

I closed the computer and looked back at Sherlock: "I'm going to Sarah's house, there is pasta in the refrigerator, you can warm it up and eat it."

Sherlock didn't speak, didn't look at me, and after a while, he nodded and said "hmm".

I breathed out in my heart, actually I was quite afraid that he would look at me, Sherlock always has the ability to read people's hearts, if he sees the purpose of my trip and asks me why we broke up, how should I answer?

I don't know why we broke up, maybe Suzanne can be used as a reason, but I also want to stop seeing her.

At least Suzanne is not my girlfriend, so I can think of one less reason.

I stood up and went to the door to get my coat: "I may be back late, and I will buy some milk on the way."

"I can go to the supermarket and buy milk."

Sherlock's voice was low, with a unique magnetic feeling, which took me by surprise.This is the first time this person proposed to buy something, which is very rare. You must know that he didn’t want to go with me even if he went to the supermarket. The only time he went in and went around because he was chasing criminals, smashed things, and ran away. I stay there and lose money.

What he lost was also the money in his credit card, so I don't feel bad about it.

I looked at him and asked tentatively, "Do you want to buy some more peas?"

"Yeah." Sherlock didn't look at me, and moved his jaw slightly as he agreed.

My surprised expression was maintained until I went down the stairs, and I found a reason - Sherlock, who had vented his energy, might be extra talkative, which is good.

The road to Sarah's house is not far, so I walked instead of taking a taxi.But just when I got to the corner of the street, I felt someone following behind me.I paused, and the military habit made me subconsciously rub my waist.

It's a pity that Sherlock took my gun and destroyed the wall, and he hasn't returned it to me yet.

My eyes flicked left and right, but saw nothing in my hand.But I was not allowed to hesitate anymore, I turned around abruptly, and punched out, but the person in front of me was obviously a head taller than me, so he easily grabbed my wrist and pushed me to the ground.

For the first time, I complained that there were too few people in London at night, and no one noticed such a blatant kidnapping.

I heard the sound of leather shoes colliding with the ground, I raised my head hard and looked forward, and saw a face.

I have some impression of this face. In the laboratory, Sherlock judged him as gay Jim.

He was still wearing the gay-looking clothes, walked towards me, and then squatted down beside me.

I struggled hard, and the man who held me down pressed my wrist and waist with his knees, and I gritted my teeth hard to breathe out the pain.

"If you are obedient, I won't use this for you." He shook the syringe in his hand, smiling innocently and innocently, like a child, "Phenobarbital, but the concentration is not low, you will feel uncomfortable."

"Moriarty." I'd be stupid if I didn't know his name by now.

He smiled and reached out to touch my head with great interest.

I hate when people touch my hair, but now obviously I have no room for rebellion.His fingers are very long, but they searched my hair very hard, rubbing it back and forth, I felt very painful, more humiliating, but I tried my best to clenched my teeth so as not to make a sound.He withdrew his hand, then said with a smile, "It's very soft, just like a teddy bear."

This man is a lunatic, I once again deepened my understanding.

I looked at him, even though I was pinned down on the ground and couldn't move, I still didn't want to show weakness: "What are you going to do."

Moriati stretched out a finger, put it in front of his mouth, and softly "shushed": "A good boy can't ask so many questions."

I shut up, not because I was afraid of him, but because he had already inserted the syringe into my arm.

Consciousness began to blur, and his drug concentration was higher than I imagined.

"Sleep for a while, we'll go see Sherlock together later." When he said Sherlock's name, his tone was very strange and distorted, which made my hair stand on end.

Don't call Sherlock that.

I wanted to say this, but before I could speak, I fell into darkness.

The author has something to say: Mo Niang comes on stage, sprinkle flowers~~~

The thing by the swimming pool is actually Sherlock playing off, or calling it an adventure, but the result is unpredictable

But it also created an opportunity =V=

Next chapter, swimming pool play [heavy fog, la la la la ~

☆、#池池Hello, swimming pool goodbye#

I don't know if the drug is really related to the intensity of the struggle, anyway, Moriarty was quite surprised when I woke up.

He stared at me, then took out his phone and looked again.

BlackBerry is my favorite style.

"It's only been an hour. It seems that your will is very firm, ex-military doctor." He said this in a calm and gentle tone, but it still gave me goosebumps.

I felt like I was tied up and had tape over my mouth, preventing me from uttering a word.I try to sit up, and Moriarty doesn't seem to mind my movements.

Leaning against the wall, I looked around.

It was dark here, save for the light from the hallway through the narrow window above the door.I could see Moriarty because he was sitting right next to the beam, which made his face half bright and half dark.It looks like he's changed into an outfit, a nice suit.

Maybe people with high IQ like formal clothes, I thought so, but the next moment I threw this idea out.

Moriarty is not the same as Sherlock, this is a madman, and Sherlock just hasn't grown up.

I don't know if there are other people in this room. I tried to earn money, but found that my hands and feet were bound very firmly.Reason tells me that it is best not to struggle, because it will only put me in a worse situation, and I can delay the time and wait for rescue better by being obedient.

So I fell silent, and instead of looking up at Moriarty, I just stared at the floor in front of me.

But the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground came again, and before I could react, I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, and fell to the ground the next moment.

I tried my best to look up, and what I saw was Moriarty's calm face.He looked at me, but he laughed, and stared at me, with his head tilted and he seemed very interested.I don't know where I aroused his interest, but I have a hunch that I will become a prop for him to play games with Sherlock.

Just like those poor people before, strapped with bombs and waiting for Sherlock to solve the puzzle.

Moriarty just kicked me, honestly, it didn't hurt too much, but I still couldn't contain my anger.I tried my best to sit up, but he always pushed me down to the ground again.

He seems to be a man of control, yes, Sherlock has said so.

I gave up, after all the kid would drain me and nothing would change.

My giving up made him feel a little bored. He knelt down and looked at me with bright eyes, curious like a child: "Tell me, why does Sherlock tolerate such a stupid person like you? How can he be with you?" It's amazing to have such boring guys together."

I stared at him, he seemed to have just reacted, apologized to me in a very gentlemanly manner, and then directly tore off the tape on my mouth in a very ungentlemanly manner.

My lips were sore and smelled of blood, they must be broken, I thought.

Moriarty looked at me quietly, as if waiting for my answer. I took a few breaths, and then tried to calm my tone: "You shouldn't ask me this question." Yes, if he doesn't mention Unbelievable to me, Sherlock and I have been living together for two years.

In the past two years, he has disliked my IQ countless times, and I have hated his temper countless times, but it seems that thinking about it now, I am used to this way, and I like it.

"Let me ask, 'Hey Mr. Mormoth, how did you get bent by Dr. Watson'?" Moriarty's expression was exaggerated, even a little ridiculous.

But I couldn't laugh, so I corrected him with a frown: "We're not gay."

Moriarty laughed, looked at me, and then stood up: "As I thought, you are stupid, stupid."

I'm too lazy to argue this matter with him, yes, many people have told me that, Sherlock and I are a couple.We took risks together, solved cases together, and even knew each other better than ourselves.But I don't think that what we are now is love.

Because Sherlock still doesn't know what love is.

Moriarty also seemed to lose interest in discussing the meaning of love with me. He stood up, and then called out faintly into the darkness: "Molan."

Out of the darkness came a man, tall and beautiful with blond hair.In his hand is a vest, which looks very sturdy, and I might like it if it didn't have those bombs tied in pieces.

Moriarty smiled slightly at the man named Moran, then took the vest and threw it on me.

"Get dressed," he said.

Moran squatted down, cut the rope for me with a knife, and then retreated quietly into the darkness.

I looked at the vest and was a little silent, but I put it on anyway.

In order for my life to be extended, I better not rebel.I believe Sherlock will come, every time I get lost he is the one who takes me back.

In this regard, he is very good.

When I was pushed out, I didn't see what this place was.

A swimming pool was empty, and even the slightest noise was turned into a loud echo.

Just like the unknown ballad in Moriarty's mouth now, his voice is very nice, but those strange endings make me feel uncomfortable all over.

Moriarty plugged an earphone into my ear, and then gently zipped up my coat.From the attitude of treating prisoners, he is very good, but I would rather he shut me in a dark room and beat me up than want him to be so close to me.

I loathe him, disgusted even.

"If you're just here to tease Sherlock, or to go crazy with Sherlock, you can kill me directly." I looked at Moriarty, my voice low.At least I'm confident that if I die, Sherlock will really hate him and stay with him forever.

But Moriarty shook his head, stretched out his finger, and gently pressed my mouth.

His fingertips directly poked the wound I had just been pierced by the tape, and it was painful.

"If you die, Sherlock will go mad, and the result of madness is to lose his mind. I want to find a man with a brain, not a madman without a brain." Moriarty stopped humming the ballad, Instead explaining with a smile, he seemed patient, like a true gentleman.

"You're a lunatic." I didn't mean to insult him, but I just explained my point of view calmly.

Moriarty took one look at me, then smiled.

It's a nice smile, and it's charming when paired with his eyes.

"Stop talking, littleJohn, if you say one more word, the result will be, BOOM~"

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Not long after, I heard a familiar deep voice.

It's Sherlock.

I knew he would come, but the reasons for coming somewhat disappointed me.It seems that this location was agreed upon between him and Moriarty. In other words, he has not discovered my disappearance yet.

"Your good detective doesn't seem to like you that much." There was a hoarse voice in the earphone, which was a little vague, but I could hear the other party's mood was very happy.

I didn't say a word, but I clenched my hand in the pocket of my coat tightly.

"You can go out~ Remember, don't do unnecessary things."

I stepped out of the cubicle, repeating mechanically what Moriarty wanted me to say, without thinking.What caught my all eyes was Sherlock's expression at the moment.

A little confused, a little flustered, like when I threw the whole bottle of milk in the trash that morning because I was so angry.

I winked at him, Morse code, I know he understands it.

'HELP'

Sherlock's eyes gradually became quiet, sharp, and then cold.His eyes quickly scanned everything around him, and that face regained the light I like, rational and cold, an expression that belongs to Sherlock.

My mission is over, I thought.

Everything that follows is a very fixed routine, as boring as an eight o'clock TV series.Moriarty came out with a strange and twisted view of life, which Sherlock neither approved nor contradicted, and I was relieved that he remembered to bring my pistol.Although I don't think his marksmanship is very accurate, at least he won't miss the shot at such a short distance.

But every time Moriarty took a step into Sherlock, I felt my heart ache, my ears roared, and my whole brain froze.

I need to do something.

Yes, I'm going to do something.

So I ran and jumped up from behind and strangled Moriarty.At this time, I realized the maliciousness of this world. It seemed that every man I met was taller than me.

The author has something to say: John is calm and occasionally breaks his skills [Meeting Sherlock], Sherlock is cold and occasionally warm-hearted [Meeting John], Mo Niang is always smiling and charming [trigger skills anytime, anywhere]

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☆、#Sherlock Virus#

Moriarty was dashing when he left, and I could see the unhappiness in Sherlock's eyes.

Whenever he is upset, I will make him a cup of black tea, which is quite useful, but obviously I can't do it due to the limited conditions.

He stuck the gun| into his waist, then strode towards me, reached out and ripped off my thick coat.Unlike Moriarty's gentleness, he was very hard, and I could even hear the sound of the cloth of the jacket tearing.I didn't speak, just looked at him, that face that seemed to be carved from fine marble.

He was tense and panicked, and I saw many expressions on his face that I had never seen before.

He threw my vest with the bomb on it, and I wanted to remind him that you should throw this thing in the pool, but I didn't say anything.Maybe that thing will explode when it touches water?

"John, what you just did...was very, very good..."

I sat on the ground and looked up at him. His hand holding the pistol was shaking, and he was a little panicked.

Well, I admit that Sherlock was really just freaked out.

But I don't know, it was the moment of life and death that frightened him, it was the little red dot that frightened him, or it was me that frightened him.

It seems he never realized that we are partners.

Be loyal and never betray.

From the day I was willing to die with him, I was willing to give my life for him.

He was still milling around, and I thought I needed to say something to lighten the mood.

"Luckily no one saw it."

"……Um?"

"Otherwise they will gossip again."

Sherlock froze for a moment, then smiled, a very simple smile without any other emotions, he can always warm people's hearts in any way anytime, anywhere.

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Moriarty came back and left again.

The change in the middle made me think that he just went the wrong way, but he couldn't lose face, so he just wandered back, threatened us, and then pretended to answer a phone call before leaving.

I know my inference is very unreliable, but at least I think it's fun.

Sherlock took me out and remembered wrapping me in my coat, bulging like a bear.I don't like the coat, yes I have some clean freaks, every doctor has a clean freak, I don't like coats touched by people I hate.

But I could sense the tension beneath Sherlock's taut face, so I didn't resist his kindness.

He didn't call the police, which made me realize from the beginning that he was ready to fight Moriarty alone, with a gun to prove he knew the danger, and a thumb drive with a secret plan to prove he was from a That's what I planned from the beginning.

I was the only accident, or maybe he didn't count me in from the beginning.

"You don't trust me." We were sitting very close together in a taxi.

After listening to my words, Sherlock turned his head to look at me, his eyes were very charming in the night light: "Watson, I am only for your safety."

"You are not fit to lie, Sherlock."

"…Not in the future, John, I promise."

It was formal, but vague, at least I saw the driver glance at us in the rearview mirror.

Well, I knew that I would never have anything to do with Sherlock in the future.

I sat up slightly, but the next moment I dropped myself back.I didn't feel it just now, but now the tension has passed and my ribs are starting to hurt.The kick that Moriarty kicked was really precise, it didn't hurt the internal organs but it was enough for me to remember.

Sherlock seemed to have just noticed something was wrong with me, he stretched out his hand to pull me up, then circled me with his long arms very rudely, and then stared down at me closely.

I subconsciously glanced to the side. We in the rearview mirror seemed to be kissing.

"You're hurt." Sherlock frowned tightly and his voice was low.

I looked at him and stretched out my hand to push him: "It's not serious, at least I'm still alive."

He didn't speak, and I realized that his eyes were not focused on my ribs, but on my lips.

I touched it subconsciously, and it hurt, and I realized that my lip seemed to be broken.

I realized now that this kind of wound is very ambiguous. If I saw it on Sarah's mouth, I would ask politely, "Do you have a new lover? He doesn't look gentle."

It's a sad story, but if it happened to me with Sherlock, it would be a bad joke.

Sherlock's eyes sharpened, and he rarely looked at me that way, so when I met his eyes, my brain froze for a split second.I crashed, as if the computer was suddenly invaded by a virus, and then all the blue screens were displayed, and the information in it was displayed in front of people without reservation, and was browsed openly by the virus.

I was that hapless computer, and Sherlock, perhaps, was the only virus so far.

Maybe I have to explain something, for example, it was just hurt by duct tape, or for example, you have to believe my innocence.

But in the end I didn't say anything, like Sherlock didn't do anything, he let me go, and then reached out and rubbed the corner of my mouth.

"Using duct tape, the old-fashioned way."

I breathed a sigh of relief, thanking Sherlock for his still sensitive observation, knowing that explaining this kind of thing would make me feel ashamed.

But when I looked up, I saw Sherlock's profile.

Flat, and angry.

That's an emotion I don't understand, but I think I'm going to give him a cup of black tea with extra sugar when I get home.

"I was really afraid that you were going to die, just like Redbeard."

Sherlock's voice broke the silence, he still didn't look at me, but looked out the window, his voice was faint and soft.

I don't know who the red beard is, but I know, Sherlock told me again, he was afraid just now, afraid that I would die, afraid of parting.This is obviously the simplest emotion, but at the moment I feel extremely moved, even if it is just a sentence.

I stretched out my hand and patted the back of Sherlock's hand lightly, but the next moment the man turned his palm around and firmly grasped my fingertips.

He should know that I don't like others touching my hand, so he held it tightly, as if I was afraid that I would run away.I didn't struggle, but moved my fingers slightly and let him hold it.

"I promise you, I will not die easily, and neither will you."

Comforting him is also comforting myself.

I didn't get an answer, but I saw Sherlock's slightly curved lips, a simple smile.

Leaning back and leaning on the back of the seat, I felt the bumps of the car going forward.

Sherlock had just told Moriarty that someone said he had no heart.I admit, I said this sentence, and I never thought that he would remember it until now, and even throw it in Moriarty's face as an ironclad proof.But in fact, I realized that this person not only has a heart, but that heart is rare and beautiful.

"I admit, I was wrong." I said so.

"Huh?" Sherlock was puzzled.

I just laughed and didn't explain.

I have a very good companion, his name is Sherlock Holmes, and he is a very good man.

The author has something to say: Well, I admit, this is a chapter =A=

John: I, John Watson, swear allegiance to my lord, Sherlock Holmes, and will remain faithful to my side.

Sherlock: =V=

——The above is a strange brain hole gentleman [cover face

The next chapter is still on Twitter, and sure enough, the cute jokes are still very popular (っ′ω`c)

The drop down is the screenshot of the video, every second of this episode has some... you know

☆, #pet and Valentine's Day#

2 month 14 number

8: 00am

Today is Valentine's Day, but I can only get moldy at home with Sherlock.Had I known I wouldn't have broken up with Sarah, at least let me get through the day.

- Comments (4):

-Harry: It's good for you to live together, anyway, I see through it, it's just a matter of time

-Anthea: Liked by LS

-Anderson: LS likes +1. ps: My wedding date with Donovan has been set, invitations will be sent

-JW: Congratulations :)

8: 10am

Mrs. Hudson brought back a puppy and said it was a foster care, and it would be sent back in a few days.The dog is chubby and has a nice coat.I couldn't tell the type of dog, but Sherlock could tell it was a cockerel at a glance.

8: 30am

The milk at home has been bought by Sherlock since the last incident, and I can feel that he is thinking of me and apologizing.I've said more than once that he doesn't have to, but apparently Sherlock still remembers it.

Well, at least I can avoid buying milk.

- Comments (3):

-SH: It's not an apology, it's just me sharing some responsibility for you

-JW: Then how about you arrange everything to go to the supermarket in the future?

-SH: NO

8: 35am

Mrs. Hudson likes to go out to tea with the lady next door lately, and breakfast has fallen to me.Fortunately, Sherlock is not very particular, he will eat breakfast very well with toast, milk and an apple.

8: 42am

Sherlock seemed to like the dog very much. Although he didn't hold it in his arms and didn't let it go, he would secretly pour his milk out of a saucer and hand it to it.

- Comments (2):

-MH: Cockerel, your landlady really found a good dog

-sh: shut up

-JW: how did you know its color...when I didn't ask

9: 20am

Sherlock said that he used to have a dog called Redbeard, but it was killed.He never took the initiative to talk to me about family affairs before, which surprised me.I think that dog must have made Sherlock's childhood an unhappy experience, and I hope Mir makes him feel better.

Mir is the name I gave the dog.

- Comments (6):

-SH: I don't like the name Mir

-JW: I don’t think there’s anything nice about being called a hair hat.

-SH: ... don't call me Mir

-JW: Then let's try, my name is Mir, your name is Mao Mao, let's see who he promises

-SH: You cheated!Not only did you call him, but you lured him with milk!

-JW: Listen to whoever wins, Sherlock, don't be willful =V=

9: 33am

Sherlock said to take it for a walk.I don't think that a little boy who is more than a month old needs to walk in such a complicated London street, and just run around the house.But Sherlock persisted.

I put on my coat and go to the park not far away.Sherlock is always right.

9: 45am

Sherlock tried to put Mir into Mr. Skull and take him out. What I see now is the little Mir who is sitting inside with two short legs protruding from Mr. Skull's eyes. She is sleepy and sleepy. Sitting in the armchair with them in their arms like this, reaching out to poke Mir's head from time to time.

Poor little guy.

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"You can't take them out like this, Sherlock, it's going to scare people." I said as I walked over and freed the little one from Mr. Skull.

"I just want to take them all out in the sun," Sherlock said, before going to the door and taking off his blue scarf and tying it around his neck.

I looked left and right, but saw nothing that would take Mir out.Finally walking up to Sherlock, he opened the pocket of his coat and stuffed the little one in.Sherlock let me move, then stared at his pocket, Mir obviously liked this new place, his little head poked out from inside, looking left and right.

"It likes it very much." I smiled and put on my coat.

Sherlock nodded, being very careful not to bump into Mir, and went out with me.

Because it is Valentine's Day, the streets are more or less pink.The flower shop's business seems to be very good, and there are many bouquets tied into hearts at the door.Even the Chinese restaurant we usually go to has posted "Happy Valentine's Day" on the glass according to the occasion.

I sighed softly, mourning the day I missed.But Sherlock is indifferent