prince and his shield

"Why are you still here? We don't have a room for you." Sherlock's poor etiquette endured until dinner.

That is, two hours after Roy and Oulos arrived at 221B.

"Sherlock, you can give them the room and squeeze me in..." Watson's smile suddenly changed, and he changed his tone, "Uh, I can go to my girlfriend's place for a night .”

Sherlock looked at him: "You know how much you avoid suspicion, how much they like to talk about things between us?"

Watson looked embarrassed.

Roy looked at the two of them with a smile, his face full of love.

Sherlock looked at him and frowned: "Disgusting."

Roy raised his hand to rub his curly hair, "You guys are awesome!"

Oulos sat obediently and smiled, Sherlock pushed Roy away and stared at her, "Also, you should restrain yourself!"

Oros shrugged.

Watson pushed the furious Sherlock back to the sofa, "That's how he is."

Roy continued to look at them with a smile on his face that I understood.

"John. This is a demon." Sherlock warned, then pointed to Oulos, "This is worse than a demon."

Watson rolled his eyes, "Sherlock, they are your relatives."

Sherlock snorted, dropped a sentence you'll regret it, and locked himself in the room.

Watson smiled apologetically, "Do you want to eat something? There are many restaurants nearby. If you don't mind, you can sleep in my room later."

"We booked a hotel." Oulos suppressed his smile, straightened his back and leaned on the sofa.

Watson snorted, looked at her suddenly indifferent face, and unconsciously looked at Roy.

"You have to get used to Sherlock Holmes. They are all comedians." Roy waved his hand, "Come on, shall we go out for dinner?"

"Actor?" Watson was stunned.He couldn't help but look at Oulos again, and then at Roy.

"You don't know?" Roy tilted his head.

"what?"

"Oros is also anti-social."

Watson gasped, "All three?!"

"Yes, I'm sorry for the Holmes couple." Roy patted him on the shoulder.

Watson laughed dryly twice.

"Obviously, he doesn't want to have dinner with us now." Oluos said lightly.

"No, of course not." Watson retorted repeatedly, "Let's go, I'll treat you."

"Sherlock is so lucky to have you." Roy sighed.

Watson, who was carrying the door with his back on his back, let out a few hahas and was dry.

When standing on the side of the road to stop the car, Watson tilted his head slightly, "Aren't you anti-social? Are you?"

"Of course I'm not, John." Roy patted him friendly. "Relax. I thought you were used to it."

"Do not."

"do not have it?"

"Haha, that's funny. But, no."

"Really not?"

"No, no." Watson said firmly.

"Ok."

"My God, what about their Christmas?" Watson raised his forehead.

Roy laughed.

The black car stopped in front of them, Watson turned his head sideways, "Mycroft?"

"Oh, it seems that our meal can only be postponed. The wind time is over." Roy looked at the old man sitting in the car and sighed.

"I can't expose England to two terrorists." Mycroft smirked. "I'll take you to your mother."

Watson repeated, "Two?" He looked at Roy.

"I can swear that I am absolutely not anti-social." Roy wrinkled his face, "Mike, you are persecuting my reputation."

"Yes, you are not anti-social." Mycroft said coolly, "You are just born to stand on the opposite side of human beings."

"Tsk," Roy opened the car door vigorously and sat in. "Only you can arrogantly take yourself for granted as good. In fact, 60.00% of you are captives of the devil."

Watson was silent.

"Maybe it should be explained that he's not antisocial or paranoid." Oros floated past him. "He's just a demon."

He shuddered, "No, I don't... think so."

Watson did not know until much later.This time, the devil in Sherlock Holmes's mouth really has no symbolic, metaphorical or exaggerated meaning.It was the purest, literal word that came out of their mouths.

"John, nice to meet you." After Oulos sat in the co-pilot, Roy poked his head out of the rear window and shook hands with Watson, "I look forward to seeing you again."

"Nice to meet you, too." Watson forced a smile twice.

The black car drove a long way, but Watson still hadn't left from where he was.After a long time, he sighed vicissitudes of life, looked back upstairs, wrapped his clothes, and decided to stay at his girlfriend's house for one night.

He didn't want to go back and face Sherlock's 'told you so' face.

The car that drove away was silent after leaving John Watson. The driver held the steering wheel and breathed lightly, wishing to disappear in place.

"You want to be with him?" Mycroft rubbed the round umbrella handle under his hand, and broke the deadlock.

"What's the problem?" Roy leaned lazily against the window.Sure enough, Mycroft also knew that Steve was not dead and woke up.I guess I was the last one to know.No, Bucky must be later than himself!

"Do I need to list them all?" said Mycroft.

Roy clicked his tongue.

"Life span, position, existence..."

"I want to be with him." Roy interrupted him.

"I told you." Oulos looked back at his brother with a slight sarcasm.

After a long time, Mycroft said calmly, "You cannot have a wedding."

Roy narrowed his eyes, "That's not a problem."

"A short time is the best guarantee of loyalty and love. When time is meaningless to both of you, and the worldly rules no longer apply, Roy, how do you ensure that his loyalty and love will not deteriorate?"

"Today and tomorrow will remain the same." Roy leaned his head against the glass window, bared his teeth, "Just tell me if you're jealous. Mike, I still remember your love letter."

The driver shrank his neck, and then dared not move again.

Mycroft raised his hand and straightened his collar, "My facts should remind you. Infatuation is short-lived. I, or he, are human after all."

"You also said you were infatuated." Roy waved his hands indifferently.

Mycroft took a deep breath and continued, "You are born to be the opposite of human beings."

"You're too arrogant." Roy rolled his eyes.

"Besides, that's not a love letter. It's just an invitation." Mycroft lowered his eyelids.

"Invite me to spend the rest of my life at Holmes' house." Roy laughed.

"You agreed." Oluos interrupted.

"Yes," Roy sighed, wiping away the tears of laughter, "Who made me stand on the opposite side of human beings by nature, so I must cruelly agree to accompany a lonely old man."

Mycroft said, "I was nine years old."

Roy nodded, "It's a cute little fat man."

The driver slammed out of a Model S.

"Mike, you scared your subordinates." Roy said calmly.

"Shut up," Mycroft snapped.

The car was quiet for a while, and the driver barely relaxed.

The helicopter landing pad is not far away, and it will arrive after a while.

"The three of you really deserve to be blood relatives." Roy sighed abruptly, "The love letters are almost the same."

"Sure enough, Xiali is still the cutest. He promised many benefits and wanted me to stay. One of you is threatening and the other is coercion."

"That's a lure, Roy." Mycroft whispered, "It's despicable."

"It's better than you guys." Roy clicked his tongue.

His waking days were long and boring.While taking university courses, he met Mrs. Holmes.She is a professor of mathematics.

By chance, he was invited to a festival, and he never escaped from the entanglement of these three bear children.

Choose one of the three, Xiali is a little angel in his eyes.Well, it doesn't seem right that demons like angels.

Although they grew up, they broke Roy's heart one by one.

At least the two scumbags refused to admit how clingy they were to Roy back then.But it was very subtle that Oulos continued to stay with him like this.

Roy was doing an old man's fault, feeling nostalgic and feeling a jolt in his ass.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, curled the corner of his mouth, and called back.

The other person answered quickly, "Have you settled down yet?"

"No. I'll be on the helicopter soon." Roy pouted, "I haven't eaten yet."

"I put chocolate in your bag."

"Huh?" Roy went to look through the bag.

"Miss me?" Roy, who just wanted to act like a baby, but was not actually hungry, stuffed chocolate into his mouth.

There was silence on the other side for a while, then hummed.

Roy raised an eyebrow flamboyantly at Mycroft.

"Is it convenient to talk now?"

"As long as you don't want to have sex with me over the phone, it shouldn't be a big problem." Roy smiled.

"Is there someone nearby?"

"Well, Oulos' brother and driver."

"That's it...you can call me when you arrive."

"Do you really want to do something inappropriate with me?" Roy was curious.

"I just want to talk to you alone for a while." Steve's voice through the microphone seemed helpless.

"Okay." Roy held the phone happily.

"Eat something first when we arrive. I'll go find you tomorrow when I go down."

Roy was a little surprised, "Don't you have to play with Bucky for two days?"

"I'm relieved to know he's fine. He doesn't seem dissatisfied with his state." Steve was quiet for a while, "Roy..."

"Ok?"

"I can see Bucky in real life, it's kind of like a dream."

"So happy?" Roy pouted.

"...I'll go find you later."

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid now, you're just a dream." Steve said softly.

"...Are you stupid?" Roy was stunned for a while, then muttered, "Then I'll wait for you."

"it is good."

The two of you talked aimlessly, and Roy hung up the phone reluctantly until Mike reminded him that it was time to get off the car.

"Envious?" Roy squeezed to Mike's side.

"I'm full of pity." Mike scowled.

Roy chuckled.

The sun had already set when we arrived at Holmes' old house, although the sun was basically invisible here.

Mr. Holmes stood at the door and greeted them expectantly.After hugging them one by one, he took Oros and Roy into the house.

"Charlie and Mike didn't come back, you two bastards." Mr. Holmes complained to his wife.

"Aren't we the protagonists this time?" Roy deliberately made a fuss.

The two older ones were amused.

Oulos' emotions toward his parents were even colder.It's not disrespectful, it's more real.

After dinner, Roy turned on the lamp and curled up on the sofa wrapped in a blanket to read a book.

"Don't you want to rest?" Mr. Holmes sat down beside him with a cup of tea.

"I'll wait for someone." Roy smiled mysteriously, "Do you mind having another person at home?"

"Our husband and wife have been lonely for too long. If you bring someone back, we couldn't be more welcoming." He stated.

Roy was in high spirits.Mr. Holmes looked at him with satisfaction. "I can see that you are very happy."

"I'm happier every second." Roy shrugged and continued to flip through his book.

"Then I won't disturb the waiting that belongs to you alone." The fat and kind old man stood up, winked at him, and walked away.

After the people left, Roy put down the book and laughed twice.Then the corners of his lips were slowly flattened, looking at the swaying fire.

The house is old and big, and there are many traditional things.

Chimney and stove.There was a crackling sound when the wood cracked.

Roy sighed and rolled himself into the blanket.Blame it or blame Steve, let him suddenly say that it was not a dream, which made me a little scared.

Obviously before, he didn't care whether they had to be separated for a while.It's definitely true, and I'm sure I can see him when I go back two weeks later.

He is still a little scared now.

He shouldn't have found himself unable to leave him for too long now.Roy pursed his mouth, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the address book, and his mouth pursed even more.

He simply put on a blanket, sat on the armchair by the gate, and stared at the rather desolate night view of the town.

There was a portable kerosene lamp by my feet, there was no kerosene in it, but it was still burning.

After sitting for a while, when he really saw someone striding towards him from the darkness, Roy hadn't reacted yet.

"It seems that the address is correct." The man walked in front of him, his face was half-lighted and half-dark by the low yellow light beam.

Roy looked up at him blankly, "You... are you here?" So slow.

Steve bent over and put his arms around him.

Roy shrank his body and leaned in his arms blankly, but he hadn't reacted yet.In a trance, I always feel like I have a dream.I can't tell at which point in a person's long past, he was waiting for him.

"Let's be together next time," Steve patted his back and smiled bitterly, "otherwise it will be a bit difficult."

Roy slowly reached out and hugged his waist, rubbed his face against his neck, and gave a muffled hum.

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