[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

The idea of ​​the foursome's wedding was suggested by Mrs. Holmes, who explained to me that, if they were separated, they would definitely cause each other very serious trouble.

"I think you should know their way of getting along," Mrs. Holmes said to me, "Since childhood, Mike has tried every means to remove all unstable factors from Sherlock, but Sherlock doesn't like them. None are gone now. There is only one wedding, and I don't want any surprises."

Thinking of Sherlock's consistent words and deeds towards Mycroft, as well as Mycroft's overly protective desire and those roses that are about to drown me, I think Mrs. Holmes' worry is very necessary.

On the day of the wedding, the Sherlock Holmes Manor was very lively.Sherlock invited the best man and bridesmaids without my knowledge, and a host of guests I knew and didn't.

A microscope with a small red bow tie, a microwave oven with a small suit painted on it, and Mr. Mickey’s head in a beautiful crystal cover... The last one I am going to put under the table, in order to protect the mood of the wedding guests, I Sherlock Holmes would not have minded.

Mill was also brought in by Mrs Hudson, and he was beautiful today, we don't like to dress our pets, especially Sherlock, who said it would be bad for Mill's health.I don't know what's wrong with it, but Mill still looks good with a bow tie on.He was about to jump up as soon as he saw Sherlock, but was held back by Mrs. Hudson.

"You're going to mess up Sherlock's father's clothes, little one," I heard her say to Mir.

Sherlock didn't respond to the name "Sherlock's father", and all his attention was on Mr. Mickey, who was stuffed under the table by me.When he tried to reach out to take it out for the fourth time, I kicked his wrist with my foot. It didn't take much effort, but it made Sherlock take his hand back cleanly.

"Don't scare others, Sherlock." I kept smiling, after all, every guest who came had to say hello to us, and I didn't want to make a fork.

Sherlock muttered something I didn't catch, but he gave up on taking Mr. Mickey out next to the cake after that, which was nice.

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Mycroft only invited Anthea alone, which made Anthea a little flattered. When she entered the door, she was smiling and told me that Anthea was her real name.Most of the people Lestrade invited were colleagues and subordinates from Scotland Yard. Given that Inspector Lestrade is now the best and highest-ranking officer in Scotland Yard, many people came. I think the current Sherlock Holmes Manor is better than any other. There must be sufficient security forces when a case occurs.

I was surprised that Harry came on time, and she looked clean and fresh, with no trace of alcoholism.I'm sorry I wasn't able to attend Harry's wedding last time, and he obviously surprised me with his arrival.

"She's my bridesmaid, I think you'll like it." Sherlock's voice is as deep as a cello, but at this moment, I like it even more.

We don't have any requirements for the bridesmaid's dress. After all, there is no bridesmaid in our wedding who needs a bridesmaid to set off the beauty of the bride. Harry wears a fiery red evening dress, which fully reflects her figure.She gave me a hug: "Long time no see, my dear brother."

I didn't say anything, I just hugged her tightly.

Harry patted me on the shoulder, then let go and I looked at Sherlock.It was a very critical look, scanning up and down without any cover.If it was placed on the victim, Sherlock would have made some sarcastic remarks long ago, but this time he was rare to say nothing, and he stood up straight with his chin raised, looking confident and proud.

Harry smiled lightly: "Well, although you are not the limp sister-in-law I imagined, you are not bad."

"Soft?" I was puzzled by the word.

"I think he's describing touch." Sherlock explained almost subconsciously, and then pursed his lips when I glared at him, "I guess."

Harry seemed to be entertained, and his smile became brighter: "Yes, it's the touch. I really don't understand why you like hard men if you don't like women."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "I'm not hard."

I rubbed my forehead helplessly: "Okay, Harry, don't say any more." I gave him a look, don't think that I can't tell that you are molesting Sherlock.

Harry whistled, which she always liked to do, in fact.

Anderson was dressed neatly. In fact, some of his beards looked much better than before. Donovan, who came with him, was also well-mannered. When she saw Sherlock, she was not as rude as usual, on the contrary, she showed some smile.

"You look fine," I heard her say to Sherlock.

Sherlock was noncommittal, opened the door for her very gentlemanly, and then walked back to my side.His eyes are a very beautiful glass color, and when he looks at me, he is always so focused that it makes people obsessed.I think no one would dislike him, and Donovan may have to accept the existence of this high-functioning sociopath now.

Like I said, who doesn't like Sherlock when you really get to know him?

Donovan is a capable and shrewd woman. After entering the venue, she quickly got acquainted with a group of unfamiliar women.When I went to get a drink, I saw Molly talking to Donovan. Standing beside them were Anthea whom I hadn't seen for a long time, Harry who was rarely drunk, and a woman I didn't know.She is not beautiful, and even has sporadic freckles on her cheeks, but it does not hinder her beauty, as well as the brightness and wisdom of her eyes.

Of course, I quickly guessed who she was.

Erin Adler, a woman who always surprises and astonishes.

Eileen obviously also felt my gaze. She raised her head, smiled at me, and then raised the wine glass in her hand. I nodded at her, but didn't go there, but continued to go to the door to do my work.

Mary from the clinic came late and she was wearing a lovely dress which I like.She smiled at me, but walked in without saying anything.

Sherlock couldn't say whether he liked her or not, but it didn't matter.

The two sides of the door of the Sherlock Holmes branch station are distinct, and they seem to be ignoring each other, but in my opinion, their expressions are clearly the same.The same arrogance, the same indifference, but all of these can't hide the tension.

I can't see Mycroft's emotion, but I can see Sherlock's. He is just tense, and he doesn't even notice that the tie is a little bit to the left. It doesn't happen normally. In Sherlock's words, It's disgraceful.And as Sherlock's older brother, I don't think Mycroft is much better off.

They may be wise or smart, but feelings are always an unknown field for Sherlock Holmes.They can step in without hesitation, experience and indulge in it, but sometimes, when emotion is no longer a tool that can be used, they will always have some fear that normal people don't have.

I call it happiness, but obviously Sherlock can't tell the difference.

"If you're tired, you can have a glass of wine." I reached out and touched Sherlock's fingertips, which, of course, were subtle and invisible.

Sherlock turned his head to look at me, and the precipitation in his eyes suddenly loosened a lot.He didn't shy away from how many people were watching, and he held my hand in the palm of his backhand: "Forget it, the memory of the previous few days is too deep."

I just want to laugh thinking about that single night, maybe the craziest thing we've ever had in our lives.

But it is definitely not the last one. After all, we still have a long, long way to go. In the future, the journey will never be smooth. I am afraid that exciting things will come one after another, accompanied by danger and unpredictable.

But what does it matter?

I looked at Sherlock, smiled generously and let him squeeze my hand tightly.

I promised him that he would get married, and then someone would walk with me in the future.

I don't believe in God, but, just this time, I hope that the gods in the sky can watch us go through life and never be separated.

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The wedding in the family is not so grand and formal. We received the guests together—to my regret that mine did not come—and then drank some wine. Lestrade and I snatched the Holmes brothers. He kept stuffing cookies into his mouth, and then sat behind the long table to accept everyone's blessings.

I am an amazing experience, marriage, with the most loyal partner in my life sitting next to me, and an integral part of my future sins, a Sherlock Holmes, the world's smartest high-functioning sociopath.

Sherlock Holmes.

We held each other's hands, and even though we never looked at each other, we felt safe and satisfied.

The part of reading the email was assigned to Sherlock under Mrs. Holmes' bad taste.

Mycroft obviously knew these procedures well, and sat there leisurely, like a king patrolling his territory.Lestrade, who had been married once, was also smiling, obviously looking forward to it.

But I don't know what will happen, after all, I am not familiar with these things, but right away, I know why they laugh so weirdly.

"Glad you finally got married lol... I hope you like my wedding present. Mike Stanford."

I | I coughed dryly and turned my face away, Mike is a good man, but the things he sent were a bit too advanced, and they weren’t cheap, I don’t think Sherlock would like those strange gadgets.

"I'm sorry I can't go to your wedding, I hope you are all well. Also, help me supervise Harry not to let her drink, and warn her not to come back if she hangs up with other women casually. Carat pull."

I glanced at Harry, who smiled dryly and took his hand off Anthea's shoulder.

"Hope you guys enjoy my gift. CAM"

I don't know who this person is, but it's a good wish and I appreciate it.

However, Sherlock did not continue reading, but frowned.I looked at him, then he looked at me, and suddenly said: "Vatican carved jade."

This is a code word that only belongs to us. It seems that there is trouble.

However, my first reaction was not to ask anything, but to subconsciously look at Mycroft, who was whispering something to Lestrade, and his expression was softer than I had ever seen before.And Sherlock looked at me exactly the same way.

A strange question flashed through my head.

Who is so brave enough to mess up Holmes' wedding?

The author has something to say: The anger of the Sherlock Holmes brothers, ouch!

82. #给你我爱#...

When Sherlock turned over the table neatly, I have to say, my first reaction was admiration.

Then there is envy. After all, such handsome movements only belong to people with long hands and long feet. Even though I used to drink milk very hard to grow taller, it obviously didn't help my height.

But when Sherlock's blue-green amber eyes looked over, I subconsciously leaned closer to the back of the chair.For this wedding, I imagined countless ways, but I never thought that I would encounter such a "stimulating" thing.Maybe it's a long-standing habit. Whenever I encounter this situation, I always wait to see Sherlock react, and then I follow.

But right now, Sherlock's performance is clearly making me respond.He's rambling and a little incoherent, but U-Speed ​​is his own, but given the fact that he's been saying Lestrade's name from Roger to Jeff to Grant all over the place, I'm afraid he His head was really thinking about something else.

I saw his eyes blinking quickly, as if he was fascinated by something, but I could read the information conveyed by this movement.

G...Greg...

greg.

Yes, that's what he was going to tell me, and I couldn't be mistaken.I think he must have asked me to remind Mycroft and Greg that he might have chosen the name simply because Lestrade had a shorter name.

Who said you can't remember, you obviously remember very clearly, and you keep saying the wrong name, maybe it's your contact information with your sister-in-law.

Sister-in-law... This title is really strange.

My head was running through some things that I didn't know, but my reactions were quick and steady.Pretending to accidentally knock down the wine glass, the champagne inside spilled on my suit pants.I frowned and patted my napkin, and felt someone pat me on the shoulder behind me.

"Don't be nervous, today is the best day of your life, enjoy it." I heard a low female voice, I turned my head, and it was Harry sitting beside me.Given our relationship, she deservedly earned the position of chief bridesmaid, and next to her was the strange woman with freckles.

She smiled at me, I smiled back, and got up to change into a suit.

When I passed Mycroft and Greg, I clearly and distinctly saw Mycroft's frown tightly, and Lestrade still smiling gently.

I tried my best to lower my voice, and the voice of Sherlock, who was explaining "How to identify 24 perfumes" loudly in the field, effectively covered me.

"Emergency, there is a case."

This made the frowning Mycroft unexpectedly relax, and took Lestrade's hand, clenched it tightly, making it impossible for the good detective to react.

Of course I'm not really leaving here, in fact, I don't even want to leave Sherlock's line of sight even a centimeter.It's dangerous here, but it's even more dangerous to leave.The last time I was held hostage by that weird dark swimming pool, unarmed and forced to threaten Sherlock with myself, I told myself that it couldn't happen again.

I touched my pocket subconsciously. Fortunately, I took my pistol.

Pretending to return in vain, I frowned and cursed in a low voice before returning to my seat. As soon as I sat down, I heard Sherlock's slightly raised voice: "Now, dear ones, I think our wedding has arrived As the end draws to a close, come on, it's time to throw bouquets."

...wait a minute, no one told me there's this project?

I stared blankly at Sherlock, apparently the guests present were also frightened by him.Sherlock didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all. Seeing everyone's puzzled eyes, he raised his eyebrows: "The wedding steps I found on the Internet should be correct."

Dear Sherlock, there must be a woman in a white wedding dress in the wedding steps you queried, but there are only tough men in our wedding!

But since the words have been spoken, there is no possibility of taking them back, so I can only stand up with a stiff smile.Harry and Anthea sitting next to me looked at me in astonishment, while the disguised Irene giggled and stared at me with narrowed eyes.

"Yeah, there's always going to be some... entertainment." I could hear my voice hoarse as if it was squeezed out of a constricted back, and I didn't need to look in the mirror to know how stiff my smile was So much so that Mrs. Hudson laughed from ear to ear.

Seeing that no one moved, I could only sigh helplessly, and then I tried my best to squeeze out a sentence: "God, I have decided to sacrifice myself, so no one will give me a bouquet of flowers? "

Then, I received two surprised looks from Mycroft and Lestrade, one satisfied look from Sherlock, and the rest... I dare not look at them.

Damn it, Sherlock, I've risked everything for you, if you lie to me... I'll kill you!

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When all the guests were going outside, I suddenly heard a strange noise.Since it's our wedding, Sherlock and I are last.Mycroft was just ahead of me, and Lestrade was pulled away by Donovan to study the bouquet.As soon as I stepped out of the door, that voice got into my ears.

Tick, tick, tick...

I suddenly realized something, turned around and grabbed Sherlock and ran out. Sherlock didn't understand what happened, but he ran after me.

The moment the heat wave hit my back, I pushed Sherlock out, but I stopped because of the reaction force.

I risked my life to protect my lover, and it was at the wedding, this matter is really... bloody.

But although I was well aware, in fact I was not killed by the bomb.Of course, the rising heat did make me feel uncomfortable, but that's all. I didn't seem to have any other losses except that my palms were scratched when I fell to the ground.

When Sherlock came running back and picked me up, I looked back.

The original white church was razed to the ground, the flames soared into the sky, and the roar of the sound was still heard.

I feel angry, yes, angry, this is my wedding, once in a lifetime, and it seems really irritating to end like this.

But when I looked up at Sherlock, I saw his eyes.There seemed to be water vapor in those beautiful lake-like blue-green eyes, and under the reflection of the flame not far away, those eyes shone with a warm light.He hugged me, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against mine, gently and warmly.

"Hey, Sherlock, I can stand up." I nudged him slightly, embarrassed by the gesture.

But Sherlock smiled and hugged me even harder: "I'm very grateful."

"……what?"

"I'm grateful, John, I'm grateful for everything you've done for me."

My brain froze so much that it took me a while to understand what he was saying.I gave him a smile back, which was actually just a subconscious behavior on my part.

Maybe I really don't want him to die. Since the last time he jumped off the building, I know that his death is the greatest torture for me.

I let myself put all my weight on Sherlock, and it was nice to just take a break.But when I looked over Sherlock's shoulder, I saw one of the frightened people smiling, and a bright smile.

Irene Adler... no, I'm not sure if she's that woman at all right now.

At this moment, a man stood next to her. The man had dazzling blond hair, was tall, and looked familiar to me.

Yes, I know him, he's Moran, the man who dressed me in the all-bomb jacket in the cubicle next to the pool!

Moran felt my gaze, he looked towards me, and I almost subconsciously looked at the woman in the gorgeous dress.The man was still smiling at me, and the strange thing was that just a smile could make a difference in him.

Weird and dangerous.

I tugged at Sherlock's soft, curly black hair and yelled, "That's Moriarty!"

Sherlock was ignorant, hugged me silently, and then muttered in a low voice: "Come on, I know, everything is due to Mycroft."

"But I feel that your brother didn't catch his mind at all." Even though almost the entire police force of Scotland Yard is standing here now.

"Yes, if you catch him, there will be a second explosion. Mycroft has seen Moriarty's anti-torture methods."

So, it was Holmes' idea of ​​letting him go at all?The price is to blow up the church...

Well, I've been used to this kind of thing for a long time, haven't I.

Watching Moran pick up Moriarty and leave quickly, I gritted my teeth: "Mrs. Hudson brought her baked cookies today, and I haven't eaten a bite yet."

"It's okay, Mommy's cooking is much better than hers, if you want to eat it later, we can eat it together later. But I think, dear John, we may be busy in a while, and it is a little strange that Moriarty is not dead." I didn't expect it, but I think we can still catch him and throw him in jail, and leave him alone in that dark place..."

I looked up, covering Sherlock's chattering mouth with my own.

Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, then obediently closed his eyes under my stare, so that we could exchange each other's enthusiasm.Kissing under the firelight and the gaze of everyone is indeed an exciting event.

But we just put our lips against each other's, slowly rubbing against each other, like treating treasures.

Starting today, we will have a completely different future, and there may be many uncertainties, but I know that it will be a warm and happy future.

From now on, I want to take back all my love for you.

Because, I want to give it to you again generously.

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Next is Blackberry Sister’s fanfiction series~ In fact, the fairy tale chapter has not been updated yet, huh~

The CP of Moriarty and Moran is the main CP of the next chapter, yes, I am advertising [cover face]

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It has been almost three months since the pit was opened in January.During this time, Lianzi got stuck, confused, and abused [the third season with blood on her face] but she was more happy~ I didn’t expect this article to be long, and my original intention was to write a sweet article The article heals the soul, but the more and more encouragement from the friends who read it, the article has become longer and longer, until now I finally wrote the perfect ending

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Wenwen has a total of 25 topic floors, saying that every night before going to bed, he secretly hides in bed to watch, and then laughs to himself.

Lianzi has a lot of cute things, so I want to make a topic #我的读者是地霸#~

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From January 1th to today, there are 13 days in total. You have accompanied me through everything in between. I am very grateful, very grateful [Bow

I hope this article can bring you some joy and beauty, so that we can have more sources of motivation in the long journey of waiting for the fourth season of Shenxia

#黑berry姐姐的同人文--Fairy Tale ([-])#

Mr. Sherlock the Red Dragon Holmes now has a huge body unmatched by anyone. He can spit out flames at will, spread his wings to fly at will, and resist everything with hard scales. However, this does not make Sherlock happy. .

Because, his paws are too big to hold the beaker, and his lovely experiments cannot be carried out.

Moreover, Watson always disliked him for eating too much.

"I'm very hungry." The red dragon version of Sherlock lay on the ground, with his big head placed in front of the little hobbit, took a breath, and directly sprayed the little hobbit to the ground.

Watson got up angrily, slapped the dirt on his body with his hands, then stared at Sherlock angrily and said, "Come on, you have eaten all the food I hoarded when I was away! And you still gnawed a tree!"

Evidently, the act of gnawing a tree embarrasses Sherlock, an indecent activity that embarrasses the noble Prince Sherlock.He frowned and snorted, and Watson was inevitably thrown to the ground once.

Watson simply sat down on the ground, picked up a stick from the side and poked Sherlock's nose: "Don't breathe casually in the future!"

"John, your request is very unreasonable." When Sherlock spoke, he showed his established teeth.

But the little hobbit has long been used to the long-handed, long-legged and mean-mouthed Sherlock, so he was not moved by it at all, and he didn't waver at all when he saw the sharp teeth of the red dragon: "Sherlock, you ruined it!" My house, and ate all my stuff, I think you have to pay for what you did."

"I can give it back to you." The huge red dragon blinked, and those beautiful blue-green eyes gleamed under the eyes, unexpectedly showing some grievances.

Watson hummed and stood up again, then put his hands on his hips, and said, "Don't use your magic, Sherlock, some things must be created with your own hands."

Sherlock doesn't understand Watson's thinking. In the head of this human prince, it is enough to know the result. As for how to achieve it, he will definitely choose a simple and effective method.But apparently the little hobbit enjoyed the process more, and he only believed in what his hands made.

Hardworking, enthusiastic, and stubborn.

Sherlock once again deepened this understanding, and raised his front paws very interestingly: "I will help."

"You fire-breathing fellow, what else can you do but make trouble." Obviously, all this happened to make the little hobbit really angry.But just as he watched Sherlock easily grab a huge boulder and blaze a hole in his middle, the little hobbit was wise enough to let Sherlock the red dragon join him in rebuilding his home.

Obviously, using a dragon as a labor force is really a very extravagant act.

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John Watson Hawkins in the village had a dragon.

The news spread instantly in the small village, and the hobbits who always liked to live in groups and kept no secrets from each other were deeply shocked, especially when Sherlock flew across the sky with the task of transporting wood. It made everyone stunned.

Watson received warnings from fellow villagers more than once. After all, the dragon is a very dangerous animal in the legend. He will destroy a city and kill many people. He has claws sharper than knives and guns, sharper than daggers Teeth, a greater deterrent than death.However, Watson still insisted on keeping Sherlock by his side.

"He's a good dragon," said Watson.

But apparently no one believed him.

Sherlocks doesn't care what other people think, in fact, since he's learned how to shrink himself, he doesn't like being in front of those people much.The originally huge red dragon became a size that could stand on Peanut's shoulders. The main reason why he became smaller was that Watson's food was really running out, so it could save a lot.

"The easiest way is for you to tell them that I have been driven away by you." Sherlock jumped off Watson's shoulders, flapped his wings and flew the knife on the table, walked back and forth on the table, and then scratched He picked up a big red fruit and threw it into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge out a large piece.

Watson, who was working diligently on the dough, heard this, and said without turning his head: "No, if I want to keep you, I will always keep you. Although I don't know why you turned into a dragon, I still want you to be a dragon." I think you will always find a way to change back."

Sherlock tilted his head, and there were these confused expressions on his little red head, but the moment Watson looked back at him, he returned to calmness.

Watson held the big stone basin and put it on the dining table. Sherlock looked inside and saw a light yellow dough inside, which smelled good.

"I remember you like sweet things." Watson poked the dough with a smile, and then handed it to Sherlock. "I went to find honey, you know, it's very rare."

Sherlock blinked, staring at Watson's fingers.The stuff on it smells sweet and fragrant. After becoming a dragon, Sherlock's sense of smell is not a bit better than when he was a human.He sniffed, then glanced at Watson with his big blue-green eyes, and then opened his mouth to put Watson's fingers directly into his mouth.

Watson was taken aback. In fact, he just wanted Sherlock to smell it.And watching a dragon - even if the dragon is not big now - "bite" one's hand, the event is very scary.

But Watson didn't move, because he didn't feel any pain in his fingers, but warm.The red dragon's tongue twirled around his fingertips, as if it was greedy for the honey on it.And he was also very careful not to let his teeth collide with the little hobbit's fingertips, rubbing them occasionally, but only lightly.

"Hey, this is raw." Watson felt a little awkward, and saw that Sherlock didn't let go at all, so he reminded him aloud.

Sherlock opened his mouth and let Watson go, and carefully grabbed the white cloth next to him with his paws to help Watson wipe his hands clean: "This is not honey, this is nectar that only elves have, and this kind of flower is not suitable for this kind of warmth." environment, this is a flower from the East."

Watson blinked his eyes, and then said in amazement: "Elf?" God, he has never seen an elf in his age, that kind of creature is beautiful and proud.

But Sherlock snorted: "What's so strange about elves, don't tell me, you like elves as much as those goldfish."

"Why don't you like it? Also, what is a goldfish?"

Sherlock didn't comment on the elves. For him, he has only been in contact with the elves of Mirkwood, and he can't use that kind of elves to replace them all. It is still possible to answer: "A goldfish is a creature with a small brain."

"...you're calling me stupid."

"Don't worry, Watson, most creatures in this world are idiots."

Sherlock then receives a rolling pin attack on his head.Watson knew that Sherlock's scales were very hard, so he knocked on them without mercy, and the wooden rolling pin was broken by him.

Sherlock felt no pain, in fact, not even the strongest sword could hurt him a bit.But he felt baffled, why did Watson get angry just by stating the facts?

Yes, Watson was angry. The arrogant Prince Sherlock never cared about other people's feelings, but now Sherlock gradually started to care about this little hobbit, and he wanted to know everything about him.

It's just that Sherlock doesn't know why the hobbit gave birth to him.