Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

This action of Bruce made Qinghe blush.

But before she could say anything, Bruce let her go very politely.

Qing He hurriedly put her hands behind her back, not looking at him, but the warm and soft touch just now was like a brand mark, sticking directly to her heart.

What is this Batman, this is...

She suddenly didn't know how to describe it, and she simply said, "You came to New York... What's the matter?"

But after she finished speaking, she realized that she was completely unnecessary.For a busy guy like Bruce Wayne, of course something will happen.

"Forget it, if you find it inconvenient, you don't have to say it, I don't mind." She added.

"It's nothing." Bruce's eyes flickered, "It's just an ordinary banquet, nothing major."

He then asked again: "I don't know if I can invite you to visit New York with me?"

"But don't you have something to do?" Qinghe was a little uncertain.

She suddenly figured it out, anyway, sooner or later she will meet, why not admit it openly, as long as I am not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed.

"I don't mean right now." Bruce is almost irresistible, after all, he really has a knack for playing the extroverted playboy.

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"I'll let you know when I think it over. Will you agree now—to hang out together someday in the future." Bruce's tone didn't hesitate, as if he had already thought of such a set of rhetoric.

Qinghe looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly felt that it was a matter of the future anyway, so why not agree!

Watching Bruce leave, Qinghe decided to take the initiative.

She really needed that little gun because she wanted to verify one thing.

【I'm very sorry for not being able to attend the appointment...】 She typed out such a line, 【Excuse me, are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?I have something to ask you. 】

The place where the two of them met was on the rooftop of an apartment building.

... Sherlock made it, not her.

Qinghe had to admit that she did feel a little nervous when she received his second reply message.

Sherlock was smart, though, and he must have figured it out long ago.

The world consciousness only told her the rules for her traveling in different worlds, but it didn't tell her what would happen if she told her all about her experience.Evasion is both shameful and useless.

So Qinghe decided to give it a try.

Pushing open the roof door, what came into view was Sherlock's all-too-familiar thin back.Qinghe's heart rose to her throat in an instant, she took a deep breath, and finally called his name.

Sherlock responded and turned around, still holding the kraft paper bag that Qinghe saw in the coffee shop in his hand.

Qinghe couldn't be more clear about what's inside.

The man shook the paper bag, motioning her to come closer.

"You..." Qinghe paused, she really wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

She thought about it, and just decided to start directly from the matter of "I am a time traveler", but Sherlock handed the paper bag to her eyes, and stopped what she was going to say next with his actions.

Qinghe had no choice but to take it, and at the same time asked cautiously: "Aren't you curious... what exactly do I want to do?"

Sherlock just glanced at her, "That's your choice."

And whether I take it or not...is my choice.

He suddenly thought of something funny, and hooked his lips, "I'll listen to what you said to me on the Internet a few times?"

Qinghe immediately thought of what he said, the avatar is I want to chat.

Her face flushed slightly, "I can't imagine that Mr. Holmes likes this thing."

"It's not that I like this set." He moved his slender fingers slightly, dusting off the cigarette ash, "I like you doing it for me."

"You can also take it as I like you."

At this moment, Sherlock didn't seem to want to give her a chance to speak, and brought the cigarette to his lips again, "I will solve the riddle on you by myself. But... before that—"

"Happy birthday to me." Sherlock said suddenly.

Qinghe frowned, "But your birthday is obviously still a long time away. If I remember correctly, it's January 1th, right?" She said with a faint smile on her face, as if she was seriously remembering Sherlock for herself happy birthday.

What Qinghe said is right, there are still several months before his birthday!

In the twilight, the girl's face seemed to be covered with a layer of pale golden light, and the wind blew her long black hair.

Her appearance made Sherlock couldn't help smiling, but he might not have smiled for a long time, so the sudden upturn of the corners of his mouth was really embarrassing for him.In Qing He's eyes, Sherlock's expression looked a little funny, but also a little inexplicably endearing.

"Yes." Sherlock turned his eyes away again, and looked into the distance. Qinghe didn't know what he was thinking - setting the meeting place on the rooftop, only he could figure it out in the whole universe, right?

After a while, the detective's beautiful blue-green eyes turned to Qinghe again, and his lips moved, as if he was going to say something serious next.

His voice suddenly became lower, and his tone was like a child begging for a toy, "...I want you to wish me a happy birthday."

Qinghe didn't understand why he was so obsessed with saying happy birthday, she raised her hand and patted his shoulder lightly, and said, "Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to Sherlock Holmes, I hope he can be happy every day." The girl said solemnly.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, seeming to appreciate her words.

"Since you wished so seriously, then I can reluctantly forgive you." Sherlock said, "Although you missed my birthday before."

"Although I don't like birthdays, these anniversaries seem boring to me, one of the tiniest parts of how the world works, and it doesn't matter if you have them or not. But—" Sherlock's eyes sparkled, and although his expression was still So indifferent but tainted with temperature, "I'm starting to like anniversaries."

Sherlock's words reminded her of the previous events, this time even Qinghe began to feel that she was going too far.Before guilt welled up in his heart, Qinghe had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of something.

"You just wait here for me! I'll be back as soon as I go!" Qing He hurriedly ran down the roof after finishing speaking. In the absolutely quiet environment, the sound of her heels stepping on the stairwell was so prominent.

It wasn't until the sound disappeared that Sherlock's thoughts were slowly withdrawn from his memory.

He had imagined this day for a long time.

He imagined countless emotions when he saw her again, anger, sadness, surprise, happiness and so on.The only thing I didn't think about was the feeling of "relaxation".

But the fact is, he felt more relaxed than ever.

He also felt good to be able to see her.

Sherlock felt the need to send a message to John, to share his joy with him.

While opening the social app, he suddenly understood why modern people like to post news in the circle of friends.

Because although the development of technology and the connection of the Internet have brought the communication distance between each other closer, it is actually getting farther and farther away.If speaking could truly connect, there wouldn't be so many people in the world who would drink away their sorrows.

Because I feel lonely, I occasionally post news to show my life.

His last post was a long time ago. He received an entrustment from a client to investigate the husband's extramarital affair-damn, Sherlock didn't think he could take over such a family dispute case before.So he went to the theater alone and saw "A Midsummer Night's Dream".

Staring at his empty social platform, Sherlock felt that he needed to post something to show the world how happy he is now.

【Idrewaline.】*

Sherlock is editing, but after thinking about it, he still feels that something is wrong.

sky!When did I like to do such boring things?

This thought flashed through Sherlock's heart like a bolt of lightning, his heart skipped a beat, and even his ears were stained an imperceptible thin red.

Hmph, how is this different from those emotional groups that he was not used to before?

What a genius!

Before clicking to send to Moments, he quickly deleted that sentence.

He said something stupid, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

Sherlock clicked on the contact list and found an account named John Watson with ease.

In order to quickly find John among a large group of useless people, Sherlock also deliberately added the letter a in front of his remarks.

There is no way, who told John not to have a name starting with A when he was born.

Sherlock thinks it's ridiculous that this kind of chat program arranges contacts in alphabetical order, so it should be set to rank by intimacy.

[I found her. 】

John replied in seconds: [? ? ?I admire it. 】

The military doctor also comes with a melon-eating emoji.

John's reaction made Sherlock very satisfied, his brows and eyes softened a lot, and he immediately typed: [Then you are envious. 】

Sherlock quit the chat interface, thought about it again, and finally added two aa in front of Qinghe's name.

...This should rank ahead of John, right?

never mind--

The man swiped his finger to the left, directly to the top.

This is relatively easy.

After finishing all this, Sherlock couldn't help frowning when he found that Qinghe hadn't come back yet.

I don't know what the idiot is going to do--

Thinking of this, Sherlock looked down inadvertently, but quickly caught the little black head.

Although the sun is setting now, it is still a bit hot.Some pedestrians on the street even held umbrellas.

Sherlock stared silently at the little figure scurrying through the crowd alone - holding a large bouquet of purple flowers.

Sherlock:?

Obviously he is not interested in flowers and plants, but now he is curious.

What is she up to?Couldn't be... for me?

He witnessed that little figure sneaked into the downstairs of the building where he was, and disappeared.

It was the first time for Sherlock to wait so obediently. You must know that the thing he hates the most is waiting!

Counting silently in my heart, it took several minutes for my ears to catch the girl's footsteps.

He forcibly suppressed the upturn of the corners of his lips, turned around and said, "You can go slower."

Qinghe is not very good at sports, so he was a little out of breath when he climbed up to the rooftop with flowers in his arms.

Although Sherlock was not forgiving, he still stepped forward and patted her on the back, trying to please her.

"In such a hurry? No one is chasing you." Sherlock took out a handkerchief, and Qing He was about to take it, but the other party directly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"You..." Qing He hesitated to speak.

Sherlock stared at her, but the inquiry in his eyes was obvious.

"It's the first time you've been so virtuous today." As soon as Qing He finished speaking, Sherlock flicked her white forehead.

"It seems that I have too many unrealistic expectations of you. Your language skills are really poor." Sherlock said, obviously still with such a poisonous tongue, but his tone was full of dissatisfaction, "Can you stop using Virtuous to describe a man."

"Okay~ You've always been perfect." Qing He smiled and dodged the other party's "attack", and quickly held the bouquet of flowers in front of him.

"For you! Would you like it?"

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, but he still patiently set his eyes on the purple bouquet in Qinghe's arms.

It was a large bouquet of purple tulips, rich and deep like wine, and the tulips looked even more green in the sun.But even Sherlock had to admit that the flowers were beautiful.

The bouquet is wrapped in beige confetti, and the card in the middle of the bouquet reads: Happy Birthday to Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock smiled slightly, he didn't know that Qinghe disappeared halfway to do this kind of thing.

He is not a child anymore, so naturally he doesn't really need a sense of ritual.

But... that's not bad.

Sherlock reached out and opened the bouquet in the middle, and found that there was still a prize ring hidden inside.

It's silver, with a pirate engraved on it.

"Boring." Sherlock looked away embarrassingly. He didn't expect Qinghe to know that he wanted to be a pirate when he was a child.

"Hmph, just tell me if you like it or not?!"

"I'm not a woman, why did you send me flowers?" Sherlock finally asked.

Unexpectedly, Qinghe looked puzzled, "What's wrong? Men can't be given flowers? Are flowers not pretty? If they can make you happy, why not give them to you?"

"And your birthday is on January 1th, you are a proper Capricorn, do you think I just bought it casually? This is the lucky flower of Capricorn!" Qinghe said "You guys don't understand romance at all straight", "I want you to be happy and lucky, can't you?"

Sherlock just wanted to say that the so-called luck is just the instant effect of many different choices, and it is just a coincidence in a certain sense that cannot be counted.

But he felt that saying this would definitely make Qing He angry again, so he simply kept the words in his heart.

"...Yes." Sherlock finally nodded solemnly.

"Don't you like it?" Qinghe carefully observed the expression on his face, and suddenly felt a little depressed, "Then I'll give you another gift! I'll give this flower to someone else——"

Qinghe took back the purple tulip and was about to leave, but Sherlock grabbed her clothes.

"Don't go." He spoke quickly.

"Who are you going to give it to?" His mood could not be heard from his tone.

Qinghe groaned, as if he hadn't made up his mind, and said casually, "Just give it to my classmate! Give it to Peter? He likes to feed stray animals very much. A kind person like him will definitely be willing to accept it." ! If he doesn’t like it, then I’ll pick someone out at random and give it away.”

Qinghe didn't pay attention to the expression on Sherlock's face when he was talking, otherwise she would definitely find that the man's facial expression has sunk now.

Gee.

"But you just said that you are the lucky flower of Capricornus." Sherlock snorted coldly, "John said that beautiful women are liars before, I didn't believe it, but now I believe it."

"How did I lie to people?" Qinghe wondered, "You can say that I am beautiful, but you can't lie to people. I think I am not bad."

Sherlock took a deep breath, adjusted his gradually disordered heart rate, "Don't give it to him."

"It's even more forbidden to randomly pick anyone to send out."

The man stepped forward, snatched the purple tulip from Qinghe's arms without any explanation, and solemnly swore his sovereignty: "Mine——it's all mine."

Qinghe was still puzzled by Sherlock's inconsistent attitude, but Sherlock's overly serious look made her not know what to say, so she just let it go.

After a while, she heard Sherlock say again: "Since I reluctantly accepted your gift in advance, can you help me fulfill a wish?"

Qinghe's eyes fell on Sherlock's serious face, "You clearly said that you are a staunch materialist, and you don't even make a wish for Christmas."

"It seems that you regard my words as the truth?" The detective's arrogant face also showed a dazed expression. He didn't seem to remember that he had said this before, but the next second, he said so conceitedly .

Qinghe snorted softly, "Whatever you think."

The two of them were very close, and Sherlock was much taller than her, so he was holding the bouquet of tulips, and the originally faint fragrance became more intense when it flooded into the peaceful olfactory system.

"Tell me, what is your wish?" the girl asked.

At this point in time, there is a very beautiful Huoshaoyun.

These red clouds float in the sky, looking like a blue-purple canvas has been accidentally splashed with orange-red paint.

Well, tonight must be full of stars.

Qinghe stared at the sky silently, this extraordinarily beautiful fire cloud made her feel lighter, and it also floated softly in the sky like a cloud.

Sherlock's voice also suddenly became softer, and Qinghe could hear a trace of cautiousness in his tone that did not match the pride of the past.

"Stay with me forever."

"Stay with me forever, okay?" Sherlock added, "...otherwise I won't let you go."

Then, she got a text from Peter Parker.

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