[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#Watson's Private Diary#

Getting Sherlock drunk is never a good idea.

But as a single night, I have the right to tease him. After all, this man is the main culprit that keeps me from being single, and he made me say goodbye to countless beautiful ladies and only face one Sherlock Holmes. frightening.

So, I quietly poured a glass of whiskey into his glass—or graduated cylinder.The light in the bar was very dim, I'm sure Sherlock didn't see it, he swung his neck and drank it, and when he put it down, he said to me: "John, the beer in this bar tastes weird, I think I need to record it name and..."

"How is it?" I leisurely ate the small French fries on the table. Although it didn't have my favorite sauce, it still tasted good.

Sherlock blinked, then shook his head, then smiled at me.He looks good when he smiles, and when those beautiful eyes are slightly narrowed, there is a kind of lazy and docile cuteness of big cats, but now it seems to me that there is something wrong.He smiled and put the measuring cylinder on the table vigorously, then raised his enviable long legs and said to me: "Then, I will wear the clothes we bought together, which you said are worn by ordinary people. Here, let's see if we can get a free drink."

As I remember, the ordinary people's clothes we bought together were very strange costumes.I couldn't help but think of what I saw when I didn't know Sherlock well, when he was wearing tight leather pants and a black vest.

If he comes here dressed like that, I promise, he'll have a free drink, and more than one.

I drank the wine in the measuring cup quickly, but my eyes kept on looking at Sherlock.He was sitting next to me, with his arms wide open, his dark purple shirt protruding from the windbreaker, and his tightly wrapped body looked full of strength.He crossed his legs and looked at me with slightly slanted eyes, but the emotions inside were obscure.

The man was in a strange state, or rather, he was drunk.

"Sherlock, I think it's time we head back." I put down the measuring cup, and reached out to help him.

Who knows, Sherlock threw me away, then hugged my waist with his long arms, and dragged me back to the sofa.

Thanks to the soft sofa, I won't break my tailbone.

"John, stay with me a little longer, I think it's nice here."

I am sure that he is really drunk, even if Sherlock pointed to Buckingham Palace and told me that he was going to be king, he would not giggle at the lights in the bar in a sober state.

But I dare not force him, even though I have been on the battlefield, but Sherlock—especially the dusty Sherlock after leaving and returning—is amazingly strong, as long as he doesn't want to, I can't get rid of him at all.

I don't have much experience in dealing with a drunk Sherlock, but fortunately, I have given injections to children before. Judging from the current situation, the two should be similar.

"Sherlock, listen to me, I want to go home, and you want to go home too, don't you?" I looked at him frowning and seemed to be reluctant, and I pulled his hand, but I still insisted on holding his hand. Wrists were clenched in his hands to prevent him from touching the small wine glass on the table, "It's very noisy here, and you don't like noisy, so come home with me."

Sherlock blinked, but didn't answer me.After a while, he stared at me and muttered, "John?"

I responded to him: "I am."

He laughed, and then said, "John!"

It was loud, even the loud music here couldn't cover it.I shook his wrist: "I'm here, Sherlock, don't speak so loudly."

Sherlock leaned towards me with a smile, and I subconsciously distanced myself from him, but it was obviously not successful.He sat next to me, as close as all lovers are, and I heard his voice, wave after wave, beautiful and low.

"Look at that man with a big beard over there. His right hand has tan marks. He has obviously been out of the country recently. There is a white ring around his ring finger. He obviously has a wife and children, because I just saw it on the way here. Until he entered the baby store." Sherlock laughed as he spoke, as if my surprised eyes made him a lot happier, "There is no need to be surprised, my dear John, too many people in this world In trampling on morality, everyone will have some little secrets, although I also think this man is a bit disgusting."

There is a baby in the family who wants to cheat, which is obviously a person | scum.But what I care about is not this, but Sherlock's ability to observe everything clearly.The facts didn't seem to have any effect on him: "It's no longer mysterious and surprising once you've said it all, Sherlock."

"But you will still praise me, no matter what." Sherlock pointed to his head, "It's not wisdom, although I'm really smart, but it depends on observation, John, these people are too stupid, they His eyes are useless at all, they are just a pair of decorations."

I was a little embarrassed: "Hey, Sherlock, I didn't see it either."

Sherlock's voice paused, and then he hung his head on my shoulder: "It's okay, you have me, I will tell you."

This sentence is a bit touching, especially when it comes from Sherlock's mouth, it makes me feel a strange warmth in my heart.I put my hand on his curly black hair: "But it's not a good habit to expose other people's little secrets."

"Of course I know, they don't like it, even though everyone knows Mr. Charlie is a fucker."

I guess what he said might be something that happened in school, and I can probably imagine how Sherlock was treated in school.No matter who it is, it will be unhappy when someone sees it through and exposes embarrassment, such as Donovan, such as Anderson, let alone a child.

Others may shrink back, hide their talents and mix among the crowd, ready to wait for an opportunity, like Moriarty, or use their talents to gain their own interests, like Mycroft.

But Sherlock showed his sharpness unabashedly, sharp and biting.He is as sharp and radiant as a knife, unscrupulously exposing the darkness in this world and letting the light shine in.

Although Sherlock often does these things just to relieve boredom, I firmly believe that he is a person with a high sense of morality, which prevents him from degenerating into the second Moriarty.But his sense of responsibility is not as strong as his sense of morality, so he is not willing to become the second Mycroft.

Sherlock is so unique, and this unique genius is leaning on me in a daze.

Maybe my silence made him uneasy, he moved his head, then raised his head, stared at me with good-looking eyes, and then showed a shallow smile: "From the moment we met, I knew that you will not be afraid, nor will you be afraid." Will be as fearful and truthful as those stupid goldfish. And, John, you like me, I've known for a long time, probably before you realized it yourself."

"I'm probably just a stupid goldfish... wait a minute, what are you talking about?" I looked at Sherlock in astonishment, hey, he said he knew I liked him earlier than myself?

This sentence is a bit of a mouthful, anyway, I haven't figured it out after wandering around for a long time.

Sherlock stopped explaining, but sat up straight and reached for the wine glass: "You will become smarter and smarter, Sherlock, I'm very generous. But if you use that ghost-like Look me in the eye and pull me home, and I'll show you what a modest Sherlock looks like."

In the past, Sherlock told me countless times that he is a generous person and thinks he gets along well with me.I thought he was joking, but now, he seems to be serious?

This scares me a little.

I took the wine glass, and handed over a glass of water: "Sherlock, who has been living with me, is a humorous, gentle and friendly Sherlock?"

Sherlock answered me without thinking: "Of course."

So, I decided I'd better keep my mouth shut. Although I don't hate Sherlock's strange temper, obviously, a more "ungentle and friendly" Sherlock is beyond my imagination.

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That night was a bit too exciting. I was dragged by Sherlock to snatch the band's violin. He asked me to hold the score for him, but he didn't read it at all. I ran out.Then we went to many places, pubs, cafes, and bought two small sandwiches, including a gay bar.

What surprised me was that Sherlock seemed to be a regular visitor here, and the waiter at the door even knew him.

"Jerry, it's great to meet you." The waiter opened the door for us with a smile, and the smile on his face deepened when he saw me, "Did you bring a companion this time?"

Sherlock grabbed my shoulder generously: "Yes, he is my partner, and we are getting married soon."

The waiter froze for a moment, and then showed a strange smile: "Dear Jerry, half of the good boys in London are going to cry."

I frowned and listened, my reason told me not to speak out, but obviously some things were not blocked by my reason: "I said, have you already hooked up with the good boy in 'Half London'?"

"Little Teddy, don't be jealous, Jerry is famous for his self-discipline, but you can't stop others from liking him, can you?" The waiter seemed to realize that his joke was going too far, so he was busy explaining.

I glared at him: "Don't call me Little Teddy."

"Yes, only I can!" Shouted Sherlock announcing sovereignty.

I stretched out my hand and twisted his waist hard. When I go back today, I must take out all the weird things he hid in the refrigerator and throw them away!

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