[Comprehensive British and American] My Neighbor Mr. Holmes

"Okay, William, we should go."

Sherlock stretched out his hand to hold William, and said something lightly.

William was taken aback for a moment, and the tips of his ears suddenly became red and hot. This was the first time Sherlock took the initiative to shake his hand, which made him feel a little embarrassed for a while.

Thinking of this, William sneaked a sideways glance at Sherlock, and saw that his eyes were clear, the same as before, but no one would have thought that this Sherlock did something completely different from the usual him.

"Where do we go next?"

Sherlock turned his head suddenly, as if he didn't notice William peeking at him, he let go of his hand frankly and asked.

"Where are you going?" William shook the suddenly empty hand slightly, and suddenly realized what Sherlock meant. He quickly pulled himself together, thought for a while, and couldn't think of a place for a while, so he followed what they said before. Look, go for a walk along the Thames.

"The weather is very nice today, why don't you go and bask in the sun."

After William finished speaking, he subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, and was relieved to see that he was not impatient.

The two walked together towards the Thames for a while, and suddenly heard Sherlock speak.

"William, you don't have to be like this. Since I decided to go out with you, I will definitely do it. After all, we are lovers, aren't we? I believe, I'm afraid it can be done."

Speaking of this, Sherlock glanced sideways at William and smiled, "Although such a peaceful life disgusts me, it's a good experience to come here once in a while."

At that moment, the corners of William's lips could not help but rise.

Not long after, the two arrived at the Thames River together. Since it was a sunny day, almost everyone came out, sketching, walking, chatting, playing games with pets, Bibi both.

There was a smile on everyone's face, that smile seemed to be contagious, and Yixiu couldn't help laughing along with him.

"Oh, I still remember this place. The poor man who was thrown in the river didn't wash up until the next day."

When Sherlock saw that Yixiu was just about to go to the shore, he said something faintly. William paused and twitched his mouth, not knowing what to say. Sit down on the other seat.

"I also remember this place. Three years ago, a homeless man froze to death here. You know, that year there was a rare blizzard in London's history."

Sherlock followed behind William, saw William's movements, and spoke.

William froze, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and silently turned his head to look at Sherlock, "Sherlock, aren't you tired?"

"Tired? Oh, of course tired."

Hearing this, Sherlock walked a few steps quickly, and after sitting down on the bench next to William, he said slowly, "I remember wrongly, that homeless man didn't die here, it was another place."

"..."

William twitched silently. He knew that with Sherlock's memory, it was impossible to make such a mistake. The only explanation was...he did it on purpose.

It was so damn deliberate!

"Sherlock, you're so boring." William sighed at Sherlock and sat down.

"No, I'm not bored now, after all, you're here, right?"

Sherlock slowly hooked his lips towards William, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in those silver-gray eyes.

"It's really my honor, Sherlock." William complained silently.

"Of course." Sherlock replied bluntly.

Before the two chatted a few words, a young boy came over to say hello, hoping that the two of them could let him draw a picture for them, and the price was very cheap.

William took one look at Sherlock, knew he wasn't interested, but agreed anyway.

Sitting on the banks of the Thames with Sherlock, with bright eyes and sparkling water behind him, William looks very gentlemanly and elegant, while Sherlock looks a bit boring, but they are two people with such a big difference, but they are in The painting is surprisingly harmonious.

After seeing the draft, William paid all the money to the young boy, and left him his address, and sent it to himself when he finished the drawing.

The young boy walked away with a smile on his face. William turned his head to look at Sherlock, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he smiled.

"Sherlock, were you nervous just now?"

Thinking of Sherlock's actions just now, William seemed to realize something, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"how is this possible?"

Sherlock glanced at William and said lightly, "I just think it's so stupid to keep in one posture all the time."

"Hey, how is it possible? Don't you know that famous people in history were always like this when they painted their portraits? Do you think they are stupid?" William said.

"Of course," Sherlock nodded immodestly.

William twitched, feeling that he had nothing to say.

The sun was shining warmly on his body, William looked sideways at Sherlock, perhaps seeing him looking at him, Sherlock turned his head and looked at William suspiciously.

"how?"

"I just think Sherlock looks more and more handsome."

William actually didn't know why he wanted to look at Sherlock, but when Sherlock asked him, he subconsciously replied with this sentence.

Sherlock glanced at William expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled, he knew that William would lie again, but he didn't say it at all, he just followed William's words and said seriously, "I'm already handsome, aren't I? "

Seeing Sherlock's serious face and humorous tone, William laughed more and more happily, "Sherlock, you still have a talent for humor."

Sherlock looked at William and nodded.

Seeing Sherlock, William's heart suddenly moved. He stood up abruptly, and smiled mysteriously at Sherlock, "You wait here for me, I'll be back in a while."

Sherlock looked at William and waved him away with a smile, a little bewildered.

Time passed bit by bit, William finally came back, Sherlock looked at William smiling at him with deep meaning, knowing that William must have something to hide from him, his eyes looked back and forth on William, "You Went to the flower shop."

"..." William.

Why is it so difficult to surprise Sherlock!

William stretched out his hand silently, and a bunch of budding red roses suddenly appeared on his empty hand, which was tied with a purple ribbon, which looked extraordinarily sweet.

"For you, Sherlock."

William put the flowers into Sherlock's arms and smiled at him, "Although you guessed it, you must never guess that I will send you flowers at this time and this place."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows when he heard that. He really didn't expect that William would send him flowers at this time, but this flower...he didn't seem to hate it.

Seeing Sherlock accepting his flowers, William couldn't help feeling beaming.

As the sun slowly began to set, Sherlock and William called a car to take them back.

Arriving at the door of the house, before Yixiu opened the door, he found the door opened from the inside with a "click".

"Hi, Watson!"

William was very excited. When he saw Watson, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he shouted.

"Hi William Sherlock"

Watson glanced at the roses held in Sherlock's hands, and sized up the two of them for a moment with surprised eyes. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he hesitated. He silently glanced at Sherlock, "There is something that should be done." To tell you Sherlock... well, that's right, your parents are here."

"..."

William's originally happy face immediately became surprised.

Sherlock's parents are here now?

Didn't you say it a few days ago, why so fast?

Compared to William's shock, Sherlock nodded expressionlessly, subconsciously put the rose in Watson's hand, and walked into the house.

"..." Watson.

"..." William.

"I'm sorry, William." Watson looked at Sherlock helplessly, held the bouquet of roses at a loss, and shook his head at William apologetically.

"...I think, I'm used to it."

William looked at Watson holding the rose he gave to Sherlock in his hand, and slowly let out a breath, "I think, I have more important things to do now... Watson, how do I look now? "

"Oh, it's really great!" Watson looked at William and praised, "Anyone who sees it will say that he is a handsome young man."

"Thank you."

William nodded at Watson with a smile, took a deep breath, and walked in slowly.

William was very clear about the furnishings in the entire room, but for some reason, William still felt a little uneasy. He walked into the living room with a decent smile.

At this time, two old men, a man and a woman, were sitting on the sofa in the living room. They seemed to be Sherlock's parents, and Sherlock was sitting lazily opposite them. The three of them seemed to have said something. stopped.

"Oh, you are William, right?" Old Mrs. Holmes smiled and stood up when she saw William.

"Yes, Mrs. Holmes."

William suppressed his hands that were about to tremble with excitement, and kissed old Mrs. Holmes in a gentlemanly manner.

"What a good and polite boy, come and sit down, let's have a chat." Old Mrs. Holmes looked at William lovingly and said with a smile.

Seeing this, William glanced at Sherlock who was lazily turning his face away, feeling a little inexplicably frightened by the current situation.

What happened when he was not around just now?

Why do you feel that the current atmosphere is a little bit wrong?

Thinking of this, William walked to the sofa next to Sherlock, and sat down with some anxiety.