[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#Watson's Blog#

I'm sorry about turning off comments, but I still don't like the bottom of my blog turning into a chat room.Especially Sherlock, if you have something to say, you can tell me directly. Even though you are sitting face to face, you still have to leave a message online. Is it so difficult to open your mouth?Maybe I need to add something to the cohabitation regulations with him.

The day of the wedding was sunny and sunny.

Sherlock and I just learned about a case, even though we have seen so many victims with him, but this time the murderer has reached the level of brutality.I won't repeat the horrors in the middle, anyway, I don't plan to see it for the second time.

I wrote a detailed description of this case in the previous blog, and those who are interested can read it.

This time I want to describe a major event in my life, a wedding, the first and only wedding in my life.

Having said that I would like to thank Mycroft for his efforts, even though he vehemently denies it and mostly because of Lestrade, for his efforts to get the rainbow flag planted across the UK.

Sherlock doesn't like to sleep during the day, he thinks it's a waste of life, but this case obviously consumes most of our energy, and the lack of sleep for several days made me put my whole body to sleep when I got home early in the morning. Throw it on the soft sofa.This was originally Sherlock's exclusive place to quarrel. Since he is in a good mood now, I think I can borrow it for a while.

I took Sherlock's couch, and Sherlock didn't say anything. He hung the windbreaker and scarf behind the door, pulled the wrinkle-free suit jacket slightly, and sat down silently with his feet on the carpet. side of the sofa.

Even if I stretch out my body, it still can't fill up the sofa which is longer than my height. Sherlock slowly reached out and stroked my hair: "Dear John, actually you only need half the sofa."

This sentence annoyed me, even though Sherlock's tone was as serious as he just stated the case, I still knew he was teasing me.So I slapped his hand off, and looked at him with a slight squint: "Sherlock, I'm only 1.7 meters and I'm not tall anymore, but I still don't like that you always make fun of me with this."

Sherlock shrugged, said no more, but nudged towards me again.

God, I'm really tired, and it doesn't feel good to be on my stomach.So I did something I'd never done before, which was to get up, move forward, and smash my head on Sherlock's thigh.

Stiff trousers are not soft, but they are much better than sofas.I moved my shoulders, turned myself over, and lay on my back in Sherlock's lap.I narrowed my eyes slightly and looked up, but I couldn't see Sherlock's expression, only his sharper chin than ordinary people.It was clean and stubble-free, and Sherlock didn't seem to like having beards on his face, he always said it looked unseemly.

Before I could do more research on his chin, Sherlock lowered his head slightly, stared at me, and then opened and closed his mouth: "John, it's morning, you shouldn't sleep, it will disrupt your rhythm of the day .”

"Let me lie down for a while, Sherlock, I'll be fine in a while." I stretched out my arms to slightly cover my eyes, "I'm tired." And I'm hungry, but I'd rather sleep than be hungry.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and pulled my arm off. The morning sun crept in through the window, a bit dazzling.The next moment, a bony palm blocked my eyes, blocking the mischievous sunlight.

That hand was big, dry, warm, and smelled like a nice bath lotion.

"I remember that your hands always smelled of disinfectant before." I didn't move, but blinked in the darkness created by my palms.

Perhaps the eyelashes on the eyes touched the palm of the man's hand, and his fingers moved, but they did not move away.A deep cello-like voice came from the top of his head, and Sherlock's voice was as magnetic and seductive as ever: "You always said it smelled like a corpse."

"Me? I don't remember saying that."

"You said it, on the train returning after learning about the Hound of the Baskervilles incident."

Never argue with a person with a superior memory, because he will make you feel that your IQ has been crushed infinitely, which is always uncomfortable.

I thought and closed my mouth and eyes.

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I was so tired that I fell asleep in almost no time.Although I only said it was a nap, I also had a dream.I dreamed that I was on a ship, swaying, and there was a beautiful hall on it, and a dance was being held in it.Then, the person who suddenly appeared in front of me and invited me to dance was a gentleman, and seeing his face, Sherlock, who was clearly in a suit and leather shoes, smiled at me with his teeth bared.I went dancing with him, but before I finished dancing, I felt a violent vibration, and then, water seeped into the splint on both sides.

The ship is sinking.Sherlock said so, very leisurely.

But I was very anxious, yes, very anxious, I took his hand and ran out, but I still couldn't escape after running and running.We fell into the water, I sat on a piece of ice, and Sherlock was submerged, lying on the ice and staring at me.

Those eyes are so pretty.

Like deja vu, Sherlock told me that a piece of ice can only bear one person.Then, I jumped down without hesitation.

This jump also made me completely awake from the dream. The moment I opened my eyes suddenly, I saw Sherlock's eyes facing me. They were blue-green, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

At this moment, I felt that it would not be a difficult choice to die with him because of these eyes.

"You're sweating." Sherlock frowned, reaching out to touch my forehead.

"It's just a nightmare." I shook my head and sat up with my hands on the cushion.This is obviously not 221B, this is a car, it looks like a very good car, to my right is a gorgeous wine rack, and Mycroft is sitting opposite us with a notebook, without looking up What are you looking at.

Once again got into the little black car, this time it is much more advanced than before.I have no doubt that the wobbly nightmare I have just had was the result of these two Holmes getting me up in my sleep.

"I think I have the right to know where we are going." I sat up straight, then grabbed Sherlock's trench coat that was draped over me and threw it on Sherlock.

Mycroft raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Good doctor, you look very irritable."

I pursed my lips, anyone who dreams of Titanic will be irritable.

But Mycroft didn't press, and neither did Sherlock.Sherlock stretched out his hand and pulled me towards him, while Mycroft flipped forward a few pages in his little black book: "We are going to Sherlock Holmes Manor, as for the time when Dr. Watson you last time Didn't you make it with Mommy?"

I was stunned for a moment, and belatedly remembered, it seemed that there was such a thing, after that chance encounter, Mrs. Holmes told me about the date.

date of marriage.

I'm so busy these days that I can't remember the days, so I turned to Sherlock and asked, "What date is it today?"

Sherlock looked at me and said calmly, "January 1."

"That is to say, we will get married the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes, if you want to get the certificate today is also possible."

I thought I'd be surprised or overwhelmed, but in fact, I didn't do anything but just leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes again.Maybe being married is scary, but right now, all I need is sleep.

This time I slept soundly, without dreaming, and nothing like YouJump or IJump happened.

When I opened my eyes again, I was inexplicably lying on Sherlock's lap again, and he was holding his mobile phone and didn't know what he was looking at.Seeing that I was awake, he looked at me and said, "It's almost there."

I sat up abruptly, and my first reaction was to look at my clothes.An ordinary pullover, an ordinary jacket, looks ordinary.

"When you bring me up, I think you should wake me up, Mycroft." At least let me change into a slightly more decent clothes, after all, it's the first time to see Sherlock's parents - of course , Sherlock's mother had already met in a hurry last time.

Mycroft twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a smirk: "Mommy will like you like this. Believe me, I'm a good doctor."

I certainly wouldn't believe it, I know I don't look good even without looking in the mirror.But the next moment, Sherlock stuffed a small sandwich into my mouth.I bit down subconsciously, and then chewed slowly.

The tuna is delicious.

However, Sherlock didn't buy Mycroft's thoughtful consideration. He stuffed me another sandwich and raised his chin capriciously: "I don't want to eat this, I want fried dumplings."

Mycroft smiled half a smile.

"And the one on the corner of Baker Street."

Then, Mycroft opened the door of the cabinet, took out a tray from inside, lifted the lid, and a tangy aroma came out.

The golden-yellow fried dumplings, I was used to that store, I could tell at a glance that this was Sherlock's favorite, with a crispy bottom and a pleasant aroma, and it was even paired with the store's unique balsamic vinegar - although Sherlock and I Neither like this.

Sherlock's eyes widened slightly, obviously not expecting this.

And Mycroft seemed to enjoy Sherlock's surprise at the moment, he curled the corners of his lips, and said lightly, "No thanks."

Seeing Sherlock snorting but still taking the plate and stuffing fried dumplings into his mouth, I calmly picked up the tuna sandwich to fill my stomach, and even had the time to smile and thank Mycroft who handed over the water glass .

Once again, Holmes is omnipotent, no matter which one.

The author has something to say: I'm getting married, meow ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Welfare claw machine party:

Here is a cute picture of fried dumplings =v= In fact, I really like the kind of fried dumplings that are connected at the bottom, the crispy skin is very refreshing

#Twitter finishing#

Mike: To be honest, JWSH invited me to be the best man. I am very honored. However, there is a person who is taller than SH and asked me to be the best man. Is he your enemy or a fan?

-Comment:

-qyx: MH, don't threaten my best man! ! !

-Harry: JWhey!I thought I was your bridesmaid?

-SH: MH fat man!Don't threaten me and John's matchmaker! !I need him to be there to reminisce about the first time we met.

-Donovan: Geek, you also have times when you need other people's memories!

-SH: Donovan shutdown!It's just something in the ordinary life of ordinary people that JW told me.

-MH: Mike has given me the best man duties.Dear brother, wait for my wonderful speech.

-Anthea: MH, boss, the speech has been completed, with a total of [-] words, written by the famous screenwriters Motte and Mark Gaddis, please have a look.

-GL: SHJW I'm sorry I can't be there on your wedding day... There's an emergency to attend to.I wish you a happy wedding

-MH: GL, Anthea has solved the accident, my dear, as their sister-in-law, you must be there, preferably as a bridesmaid.

[Bridesmaid...sister-in-law...brain filling]

Xinkeng Propaganda—British and American drama derivative fan works——[Comprehensive British and American] I have special skills to kill

Subject: [Help] What should I do if my brother is missing again?Emergency help online and so on!

- Sherlock: Blue bells are easier to find than him

-Watson: Don't mention that rabbit any more!

-Tony: Hammer, I knew it was you, why did you let him out again?

-Stephen: Tony, Thor is asking for our help, we should help him find Loki, for the safety of the earth

- Loki: You want you to promise not to lock me in the bathroom in the future

-Natasha: Oh~

1 Comprehensive British and American, including BBC detective Sherlock, Avengers, the main CP is Thor/Loki, Sherlock/Watson, Mycroft/Lestrade

2 No time travel, no rebirth, no abuse point, the official is already very good, the whole process is cured

[Contributing to the manuscript ~ recently published, welcome to collect]

Claw machine address:

Opening a new pit now may be freezing to death, but I believe it will warm up! ~(≧▽≦)/~Would you like to collect it?