[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

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When I found out that my ring was missing, I had a hunch, but when I opened the door of the living room and saw the overwhelming red roses inside, I have to say, I was quite frightened.

This scene is really shocking, not only on the table, in the fireplace, on the refrigerator, even Mr. Skull, who has been doing his best, was stuffed with two red roses in the black eye sockets, which looked bright red.I looked at all this in astonishment, the effect of these roses was the tangy fragrance, and my worries followed.

God, how to clean up this?

Forgive me, sometimes happiness comes so suddenly that people have no chance to react.

At this time, I saw a dark blue object on the sofa move, and then the black curly hair was exposed, and then I saw Sherlock's pale face.

The moment I saw his expression, I knew that all this was not what he expected, because his eyes looked like a frightened and enraged lion.

"It all looks terribly romantic." I closed the door carefully, so as not to catch a few lovely roses next to the door.

Sherlock rubbed his hair, in fact, whenever he felt unhappy or annoyed, he would mess up the already unruly hair: "Actually, John, although I'm ready to give you A surprise, but obviously not in my plans."

I shrugged, I can already guess the instigator of this scene, after all, not just anyone has the ability to do all this without Sherlock's attention: "It's Mycroft, isn't it?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and turned his head away from me.

I slowly looked for a place to step down, but I still stepped on a few flowers.Although I am not a professional who is proficient in knowing all kinds of flowers, these flowers are obviously of great value-when I used to like women and was keen to buy gifts to make them happy, these poor roses lying at my feet were At the beginning, even if I bought one, I would feel pain in my flesh.

When I finally got to Sherlock, I saw that the man was a little embarrassed.The expression of Sherlock's anxiety is slightly different from others. He will behave calmer and look a little cold, but in fact, those eyes that are always moving have already exposed everything.

"Where's Mir?" or yes obviously isn't very good about it.

Sherlock still didn't look at me: "Mrs. Hudson took it out, she said let's deal with our own affairs first."

"I think you have something to say to me." Instead of sitting down, I looked down at Sherlock slightly.

Sherlock wasn't used to looking up at people, so he stood up too, and the man in the dark blue pajamas looked tense and tough.His thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was some pale color at the corners of his mouth. Perhaps the happy life of the past few days made him more popular. His cheeks were not pale, which I like.

I reached out and gently touched his arm: "Sherlock, don't be so nervous, in fact, I'm already mentally prepared for what you're going to say."

"Damn it, Mycroft, he screwed it all up... Tomorrow he won't want to see his papers again..." The annoyed look appeared on Sherlock's face again, but as long as there was Anyone with eyes can see what he is going to do.So I laughed freely, but my heart was beating so fast that I almost fell to the ground.

This is a thrilling|exciting experience, which excites me even more than being dragged around London by Sherlock.

Sherlock lowered his head slightly, looked at me, and then suddenly lowered his body.I watched in amazement as he knelt down in front of me on one knee, grabbed mine with one hand, and raised his head slightly. That serious look made my heart beat a few more beats.

A Sherlock, kneeling in front of me, holding my hand... oh my god.

But immediately, the expression on Sherlock's face began to change. The big detective who is always annoying with his witty remarks, I wish I could tape his mouth shut, stared at him as if all the ink in his stomach had been emptied. I do not speak.I'm sure he has something to say to me, but the current situation is that he looks at me and I look at him. The living room in 221B is always noisy and quiet at the moment.

Sherlock obviously expected this situation. He reached into his pocket and touched it. I saw him grind out a stack of cards with words densely written on it.Very beautiful cursive fonts, this is Sherlock's inherent font, even though he is sharp and rational, but his characters are as graceful and elegant as the nobles of the last century.

"You are my sunshine...boring. Thank you for saving me from the darkness...boring. Meeting the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time...boring." Sherlock looked at the card alone, each Zhang just said "boring" and threw the card aside.In fact, I really want to say, Sherlock, you wrote these, and I'm sure they are the most classic marriage proposal sentences that can be searched on the Internet, if you can read them out, I won't dislike them.But I still didn't make a sound, because what he said now was really not interesting to Sherlock Holmes.

In the end, Sherlock threw away all the cards in his hand, but still couldn't find the one he liked.A look of frustration appeared on his face, but immediately, Mr. Sherlock, the only consulting detective in the world, Mr. Holmes regained his confidence. He grabbed my hand again and raised his head.

Those are a pair of beautiful eyes that I can't help but be addicted to, a mixture of beautiful blue and green, as transparent as amber.

"Well, John, I've thought of a lot of ways to propose - but I have to say sometimes the internet and YouTube don't always work - but forgive me, I can't get along with the very original ones, given that we each I lived in an exciting|exciting and interesting situation. But recently, the criminals in London are so lacking in imagination, I have no place to study what the two crooks next door do every day except from time to time..."

"Sherlock, you're nervous." I held his hand back, but he straightened it in the palm of my hand again the next moment.

It seems that he is very stubborn about this posture, and I have reason to believe that he was influenced by that frothy soap opera a few days ago.

"Well, I have a lot to say, but obviously I can't express it perfectly." Sherlock pursed his lips and reorganized the confusing language just now. Then, he looked at me and spoke with a low voice. Nice to hear: "I love you, marry me."

Five words, simple and simple, but after he said it and we looked at each other quietly, it seemed like five centuries had passed.

"According to the rules, John, you should say 'Yes' to me now and give me a passionate kiss and hug." Sherlock frowned slightly, staring at me.

But, in fact, my head is not working anymore.Even though I knew Sherlock would do all this, when I actually heard it, I suddenly felt like punching him.

Yes, I don't want to kiss him, I want to punch him.

But before I put the idea in my head into practice, Sherlock stood up impatiently, and gave me a "passionate kiss and hug" in his mouth without hesitation.

Maybe it would be nice to turn the force of beating him into biting his tongue, I thought, and enjoy it all with peace of mind.

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When Sherlock took out the purple velvet box from his pocket, it was already two hours later, and what I was facing was a messy living room, countless ravaged roses, and what I just bought yesterday and now it has become Rag shirt.

If I could have predicted all this, I would not have worn it, Sherlock has always disliked it, saying it has too many buttons and tight, and now he finally tore it openly.

When I pulled off Sherlock's dark blue pajamas and sat up, I saw Sherlock sitting on the ground in a white shirt. He felt my movement, turned his head, looked at my face and gave me a smile.

Maybe Sherlock wanted to annoy me by jumping off the building countless times, but as long as he is willing to show a smile, I am willing to go through fire and water for him.John Watson can never jump the spell called "Sherlock Holmes", from the beginning to the present.

Sherlock looked at me sitting on the couch - I hadn't even pulled on my trousers - and then I saw the velvet box in his hand, which he opened in front of me to reveal the ring.

I've had the ring for two years, it's been reconditioned so it looks radiant, and now he's in Sherlock's hand.

"I think we skipped this step, it's very important, you'll be mine after you put this on." Sherlock lifted his chin with some complacency, and I could see the light in his eyes.

I don't want to just take him so cheap, because this man owes me two years.

But, forgive me for not being able to say "NO" to him, even if it's pretending.I let go of my pajamas grip, then reached out to him, and he put the ring on my finger.Then he pulled off the ring around his neck and looked at me expectantly.I pursed my lips and brought it to him to put on, and then he squeezed my hand tightly, and the two rings fit and gleamed.

My name is John H. Watson, and I have now sworn to be a member of the Sherlock Holmes Principality, never to betray, and to pledge allegiance to His Majesty Sherlock I, willing to serve him with all my enthusiasm and youth.

And, I bid farewell to my long-gone straight man career.

"They look really good." Sherlock nodded, as if affirming his taste.

I look at him, then down at the ring.

I think we are more suitable, and I appreciate you more than anyone else.I didn't tell him this sentence, he was already proud of too many things today, and I didn't want to make him more proud. `P`*WXC`P``P`*WXC`P`