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

The girl lowered her eyes, she stared at her pair of orange-striped sneakers, and there was no special expression on her pretty face.

At this time, even Sherlock might not be able to understand what was going on in her heart.

But she didn't break free, and that was enough.

I don't know how long it took before Qinghe raised her eyes, "Sherlock, are you sure you want to continue like this?" Her tone became relaxed again, "I feel like your masterpiece has been blurred."

She deliberately used the word "masterpiece".

Only then did Sherlock's attention shift away from her, and he finally remembered the pizza he had long forgotten.

Even though the detective obviously had an extraordinary confidence in his first cooking, he still set a small alarm clock nearby, just to be on the safe side, so as not to forget due to some accident Poor pizza experiment.

Sherlock had rarely used alarm clocks before, and he always believed that such things could only be used on people who had no self-control.

But...how should I put it?Maybe love can change a person.

Sherlock Holmes is not a man who does unnecessary things.No matter which thing is used to fill his lonely life, as long as it is his interest, he will strive to do his best.

Before the world, of course, he will always be perfect.After all, humans cannot tolerate a flaw in a truly powerful god.

Now, he actually reluctantly tried to do some very small things.It's not superfluous -- and neither is Qinghe.

But back to the topic -

Sherlock will not allow a small alarm clock to disturb his quiet time!Especially, especially, this short period of time can even be called the world of two.

So, by the time Sherlock noticed what time the alarm was set for, it was too late.Based on Qinghe's experience as a judge, she doesn't think so.

However, she would not really say this so clearly and directly, after all, Sherlock might feel uncomfortable when he heard it——

So she didn't speak, just watched his next move quietly.

Even before the man approached, Qinghe's eardrums were filled with the sound of metal sizzle.She didn't hear it very often, it was loud and strange, so she immediately started looking for its source.

Ah, what she should have thought of...was the oven.

I don't know why, but black smoke came out from the back of the oven, and there was a buzzing sound like a small firework stick being lit due to poor electrical contact.

Cut off the power, and when Sherlock took out the "corpse" of the experimental pizza that had been in the oven, Qinghe finally got a glimpse of the whole thing.

I saw that the main ingredients on the top were almost mushy, and naturally the pizza crust below would not be much better.Not all of the surface showed a golden color, and even a layman like her could tell that it was due to uneven heating.

However, it can be seen that it was done with great care.Qinghe has been staring at the semi-finished product in the baking tray, at least most of the skin is golden yellow...

There was an unrealistic guess in her mind.

If I were to do this kind of thing by myself, I would undoubtedly do worse...

"I think you've done a good job." Qinghe didn't mind being compared with Sherlock at all. After thinking about the skill points between the two, she said this seriously .

It seemed to Sherlock that she was totally talking nonsense.

His gaze that was aimed at her was naturally filled with suspicion.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.The things on the baking tray in front of him made it impossible for him to admit that he made it himself.

Unfortunately, he didn't believe it when Watson told him not to underestimate cooking.

Ke Qinghe didn't notice Sherlock's suspicious gaze, but directly reached out and broke off a piece from the edge of the pizza, and put it into his mouth without any hesitation.

Sherlock:?

On the contrary, the detective became interested. Although he did have the idea of ​​"wanting to know how his first test product tasted", he still wanted to know what the guy's reaction would be.

Qinghe chewed a few times, and swallowed it directly into his stomach without thinking.

It feels... Qinghe thought about it carefully for a few times, and found that he was a bit gulping. Although he took off a small piece and ate it with dignity, he actually didn't seem to remember what it tasted like...

The brunette girl's expression was even a little dignified, she was thinking about what to do next.

Perhaps it was because Sherlock's eyes were too focused and naked, which instead caused some invisible coercion to Qinghe.For example, Sherlock's eyes kept falling on the top of her head, and she felt a bit chilly for a long time.

Qinghe glanced back, then raised his hand, "...my hands are very clean."

It was obviously a brief explanation, but it sounded like a baby for no reason when it got into Sherlock's ears.

It wasn't her tone of voice that caught Sherlock's attention, but her language.Sherlock frowned, knowing that he didn't mean it at all.

But he didn't think of how to speak for a while, so the answer he gave was silence.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't respond, Qinghe was determined to taste what Sherlock's first cooking tasted like.Sherlock only saw her hold out her hand again.

Really...

Very rarely, he doesn't even know how to speak.

You must know that he thinks the point of the matter is not "my hands are clean" as Qinghe said.Instead, his first attempt in the kitchen failed.

At the very beginning, Sherlock couldn't say whether he cared more about the result or the process of a matter.But if he has to choose between the result and the process, then most of the time he should choose the process.

Everything in the world has its own process.

After all, you have to know, isn't Sherlock himself just interested in these treacherous cases neatly laid out in his memory palace?It is these bizarre or absurd experiences that fill his life and also create him.Results are of course also important, but that's all for later.

But now, he began to look forward to the results.

So Sherlock stood there silently for a while, then stretched out his hand and removed the baking tray.Get clear and out of reach.

Qinghe:?

Naturally, the girl's slightly bewildered eyes responded to his actions.She was obviously waiting for Sherlock's answer.

"Don't eat it, it's bad for your health." Because of the height difference, Sherlock kept his eyebrows lowered.He really likes this action - because he can easily see all the girl's expressions from top to bottom.

She stared at the pizza for a long time, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Sherlock asked.

Qinghe waved his hands, but did not answer clearly.

Instead, she said, "Mrs. Hudson will go crazy. You'll have to pay her a new one."

who is she?Of course she would not let go of this opportunity to talk about it!And this time Sherlock was left speechless.

The man hesitated to speak, he originally wanted to say something, but he glanced at his phone with an unlocked screen that had been placed on the edge of the table, and fell silent for a while.

"It's getting late now, why don't we go out to eat." Qinghe glanced at his watch again, and sure enough, the time won't wait for anyone, it's past twelve o'clock now.

If Qinghe's eyes were a little dishonest, then she could see what was displayed on the glowing screen of Sherlock's phone——

Question: How can I impress the girl I like?

Recommended answer: Show your opposite side from usual.If you're successful in your career, show her your homely side; if you're a good wife, show her your hardworking side.

The temperature dropped quickly, and the moment she stepped over the threshold of 221b, Qinghe quickly put her hands in her pockets.

In fact, Qinghe didn't take a closer look at this foggy city. During such a rare time, she couldn't help but stop her gaze for a moment.

The sky is a consistent gray tone, and occasionally a few small birds fly by.Qinghe glanced back inadvertently, and the rose plants planted in flowerpots on the balcony of 221b only had branches left, and the flowers had long since withered.

Different from 221b, which has a plain and simple exterior color, the storefront and even the signboard on the opposite side of the road are all warm red, which appropriately adds bright colors to the Morandi gray-toned scene.

Winter is coming.

At this moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand beside him, and then Qinghe felt a light pinch on one side of his cheek.

This?

Sherlock didn't use much strength, even if he thought about it with his toes, he knew that Qinghe would definitely be able to feel the touch.Her skin was as smooth and soft as goat's milk, making Sherlock even want to pinch her again.

But the second time is absolutely impossible.

Qinghe glared at him angrily, then mercilessly moved a few steps to the other side, further away from Sherlock.

"Don't touch my face, what if I get pimples?" Even though he had made up his mind that he never wanted to talk to Sherlock again, he obviously didn't implement this idea to the end in action.In order to prevent him from misunderstanding something, Qinghe explained again.

"Okay." Sherlock actually compromised like this, but he said in the next second: "Your face is also cold to the touch."

"I've always been like this." Qinghe took a few steps forward, she didn't put her hands in her pockets anymore, but used both hands to straighten the hair that was a little messed up by the wind just now.

Of course you can't expect a high body temperature from a person who repeatedly shuttles back and forth in countless worlds... To be honest, even if she knows in her heart that she will not really die, sometimes she can't help but think about the meaning of life. Something a little ethereal.

Qinghe's coat was oversized, so it looked a bit wide on her petite and slender body. The sleeves were quite long, and the soft fabric hung down to cover half of her hands.

"I know." And that was his answer.

"Where are we going to eat? Is there any place you want to go?" Qinghe brought the topic back to this recurring issue in human life like menstruation.

Sherlock was a little absent-minded, "Up to you."

Well, he is indeed not a person who does any research on eating.

Sherlock kept staring at the girl's bare white knuckles.

"Come here," Sherlock suggested.

"Huh?" Qinghe was a little confused, but she obediently followed suit.

After a while, Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand again, directly covering the hand that was hanging by the heroine's side.

Qinghe was almost frightened by this sudden action, the temperature was really obvious.

"Do you think I'm very warm?" Sherlock's tone sounded kind of gentle that he hadn't seen for a long time, and the thought that came to his mind all of a sudden made the heroine a little dazed.

Qinghe didn't answer, but turned his head to look at him seriously, and then withdrew his hand without any trace, "How could it be."

Sherlock seemed a little unexpectedly clingy today, he touched her head: "Although you are very short, this height is still very comfortable to the touch, just like a little pet."

Qinghe's eyelids started to twitch, and she couldn't figure out whether Sherlock's words were scolding her or praising her.

Hehe, he actually wanted to say it was like petting a dog, right? !

Thinking of this, the girl's face darkened even more, "I really convinced you, can you say something nice."

"The weather is getting colder and colder, keep warm and don't get sick." Sherlock seemed to have thought about the feasibility of Qinghe's words, and then added a little clumsily.

Of course, this clumsiness only existed for a short moment, and Sherlock snorted again, "Only a fool like you would make others worry."

"You said it as if you did a good job." Qing He replied, but she thought of a more important point later.

He really cares about her, because he is actually a person who doesn't know how to express himself.

That being the case...

Qinghe thought of a brilliant idea. (laugh)

Taking advantage of his inattention, the black-haired girl suddenly jumped up and stroked the other's neck with her cold hand.

The girl's hand was as cold as porcelain, without a trace of warmth, and the contrast was even stronger the moment it touched Sherlock's neck.

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, the cold feeling was so real and strong.

All good things always feel like they fade away quickly.

This feeling only lasted for a few seconds, he subconsciously looked at Qinghe, and immediately met the girl's black eyes showing a sly look at the moment.

Qinghe felt so guilty, she wished she could slap herself in the heart, she was so tired of work, she even dared to pluck the hair on the tiger's head.

She immediately withdrew her hand, and put her hand behind her back obediently like a primary school student being checked by a teacher.

She seemed to be afraid that Sherlock would get angry and the situation would become uncontrollable, so the girl walked back a few steps facing him.

She didn't turn around until she was sure that Sherlock would not be able to catch her back as soon as she stretched out her hand, then she turned around and hopped away.

Qinghe tried hard to forget everything that happened just now.Because at the moment when both of them looked at each other, the ambiguous mood in their hearts beat quietly.