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

"Have you had any troubles lately?" After eating, the two walked side by side as before, and Qinghe secretly thought for a long time before asking this question.

But out of her wish to express that she has no intention of prying into his life, Qinghe added with a smile: "Speaking out makes me happy—no, maybe I can help you solve it?"

Because of this eye-raising movement, the girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, and it felt like a precious artwork that could only be admired under glass.

Even if Qinghe doesn't seem like a normal person sometimes, very occasionally, she will capture certain details of the people around her very keenly and quickly.

Even though the surface of Sherlock at this moment does look the same as usual, Qinghe is convinced that there must be something hidden under the calm glacier that is surging.

Sherlock was about to refuse, but swallowed the words again.There was no special expression in his pair of clear eyes, but if one looked carefully, one could see the fiery brilliance contained within.

His Adam's apple moved slightly: "How do you want to solve it?"

By now, Qinghe has figured it out.In this period of time, whether it is long or short, if Sherlock really showed any particularly big changes, then this is the one that was put in the first place—the first Sherlock met In this case, he would give a clear answer directly, but now he would actually give a question with unclear meaning.

I don't know what this change is for.

This proud guy in front of him doesn't think he can fool me, does he?No way?

Qinghe suddenly thought of the possibility that Sherlock deliberately tricked her, and quickly voted against it in his mind.

Are you kidding, you are obviously very smart, okay?Qinghe was a little unconvinced.

So she answered the conversation directly, without thinking too much, after all, she didn't think Sherlock would talk about such an ordinary topic as a flower.

"This...you didn't tell me why you were unhappy, so how can I prescribe the right medicine for you?" After Qinghe said this, her fresh and lively voice stopped for a while before returning to work: "But since it is If you're in a bad mood, you should definitely do something you want to do."

She expressed her unsophisticated but effective opinion, and immediately those black crystal eyes looked at him intently: "Then what do you want to do?"

God knows she wanted to go straight home after dinner—and get into the bedroom quickly, but now she has changed her mind.

Eye contact is a perfectly normal thing-not to mention that Sherlock, who is not strictly talking, needs more eye contact.

There was some concern for Sherlock in her slightly narrow eyes, and Sherlock didn't speak - well, she didn't have to ask him to speak.

But... what can I do?

"How about—" Qinghe thought of something, she elongated her tone slightly, "Let's play a game, how about?"

Of course she remembered what Sherlock did at the bar.

That reimagined alternative game of kings is still fresh in her memory.

Sherlock's eyes flashed, as if he was interested in what she said.

Qinghe grinned, and Sherlock suddenly felt the world in front of him brighten up, "Have you ever heard of a pillow fight?"

Her tone was a little excited.

But the moment he heard the term "pillow fight", the expression on Sherlock's face changed a lot.

"Pillow...fight?" He spoke again, his tone was too subtle, "Are you sure?"

Sherlock's words made Qinghe a little puzzled. Does the pillow fight have any special meaning?

Qinghe suddenly became puzzled, and she nodded in an atmosphere of half-belief, "Of course I'm sure."

Sherlock stopped suddenly, but Qinghe didn't realize this until he walked a few steps forward.

So she had no choice but to stop and look back.Her hands were still in the pockets of her coat, but she pouted, signaling Sherlock to move on.

Qinghe really didn't understand why Sherlock's reaction was so strange after she suggested the "pillow fight".

Hmm... If I have to say it, it can't be considered particularly strange, but compared to the usual him, the attitude is a little different.

Shouldn't it be that the black-haired man in front of you stared at you at such a time in the past, and his eyes only glanced over, and then he showed a mocking smile?

Now he is...

As Qinghe thought about it, the doubts that had been hanging over her heart suddenly became deeper.

After a few minutes, Sherlock finally took another step. When Qinghe kept looking around, he caught a glimpse of him seeming to smile slightly,

He said, "OK."

Immediately afterwards, he added: "Do you really know what a pillow fight means?"

"Of course." Qinghe glanced at her hands indifferently, her delicate lips moved to express a simple sure, her shining eyes simply glanced away from Sherlock's face.

Today's Sherlock is really weird...

Different from the usual blandness on his face before, his eyes are bright now, as if he was suddenly attracted by some treasure, and he never wants to move away from the moment he meets his eyes.

Obviously, he was expecting what she had to say next.

Qinghe scratched his head and began to explain in a very formal way: "This is a decompression game. In a large venue, many people hit each other with pillows embedded with feathers, and after all the feathers in the pillows are pulled out, the game is played. Even if it's over."

"However, there are only two of us, so it's a bit rare. Why don't you call Mr. Watson and the others? It happens that you can still get in touch with them. It's a pity for a lonely family." She hadn't noticed it herself—it was like stepping on the detective's lightning spot with a thousand times more precision than before.

It took all of Sherlock's patience to hear the girl finish her sentence.

That's it? !

...what a boring game.

Sherlock spoke immediately, so as not to let her continue the very boring game of science, "——No."

Qinghe:?

There was doubt in her eyes, "Don't you want to talk to them? It's good to talk about the lives between each other."

To be honest, she was a little envious of Sherlock.Although he doesn't look easy to get along with, he has at least two or three friends, right?If, she meant if—if Sherlock was in any danger, they would definitely worry about him and do everything they could for him.On normal days, Sherlock will be invited to spend the holiday together.

Like her, man, not a single "real" friend.Sometimes I don't even know who to tell.

... I don't know who will worry about me.

Sherlock felt as if there were several black threads hanging down from his head.

"No," said Sherlock, "I have nothing in my life to share."

The man's tone was very blunt, and he almost couldn't wait to complain: "Your game is really boring. It can only compete with the teaching in the kindergarten class that one plus one equals two."

This made Qinghe feel offended, and she retorted: "Don't you think this game will be very good for you? Such a stress reliever!"

Sherlock mentally played the bloody game of throwing pillows Kiyoto was talking about, so he didn't speak right away.

Imagine him, a big man standing in the middle of the room and a young girl throwing pillows to each other, and finally all the white pillows inside are scattered randomly, like a goddess scattering flowers.Mrs. Hudson must be crazy, she thinks this is a waste of pillows.

He almost laughed out of anger.

That's it?He might as well go to medical school and spend the whole day with the general teacher!

I really don't understand why lonely men and widows play this kind of boring game when they stay together. There are obviously many better options to choose from, right?

He felt that he was crazy, that he would be led by the nose by Qinghe, an idiot.

He, Sherlock Holmes, a famous detective in London, even if he stayed with Mr. General today to get in touch with him, he would never play some inexplicable pillow throwing game!

"Where did you see the decompression?" Sherlock stared at the girl, and after a while, he suddenly smiled softly, and put his hand on Qinghe's head, his rough hands greedily felt Clear and forehead temperature.

"Shake your head now to see if you can hear the sea?" he said jokingly.

Qinghe:? !

The black-haired girl knocked his hand away with a slap, and her eyes were full of hatred, as if saying "try saying it again".

She took another deep breath, Qinghe didn't want to admit it, she was trying to restrain the urge to punch Sherlock now.

The girl explained: "Haven't you recently received any cases that are enough to attract you? People like you must have been free for a long time. When a person has nothing to do, he will think about other things, and sometimes his mood will be disturbed." It will inevitably go down. Don't look down on pillow fights - it's an international game, famous."

She added seriously: "Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it's not famous."

Sherlock heard something else from her words: "Are you concerned about me?"

His eyes lit up again, feeling that there was an element of "hope" in it.

Qinghe was at a loss for words for a while, "You can think whatever you want."

She didn't realize it before, but hearing what Sherlock said now, it's really a bit misleading...

The smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth grew wider, he took a meaningful look at Qinghe, and slightly elongated his tone: "In this case-then I have to reluctantly agree to your request, and play this boring game with you for a while. Game on."

ha?

Didn't you just look like you were unattainable and uninterested in this?

Qinghe suddenly thought that he might not know enough about men as a group.

But Sherlock would be fine if he agreed.

So she agreed with great face, "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and go back so we can start quickly."

"Hold on."

"What's the matter?" The girl felt that her patience was about to be exhausted like an inverted hourglass, but what else could she do?Still have to tolerate it.

"—I'll fix the place," said Sherlock.

What kind of strange request is this...Qing He thought wildly.

Where else could a "Pillow Fight" be?Isn't it just an ordinary room?

She was a little confused, did Sherlock make a mistake?

"you say?"

"This is..." At this time, he pretended to be mysterious and said, "Come here."

Qinghe snorted coldly and smiled slyly, "You don't think I'm the kind of person who would fall for the same trick twice, do you?"

What she was referring to was naturally the previous few times, and she understood everything.

Sherlock had already prepared: "I'm not the kind of person who uses the same trick several times."

He spoke so confidently that even Qinghe was shaken.

"It's not an example." She found a step for herself, and obediently approached.

Sherlock lowered his head and leaned slightly until the girl felt his breath fluttering against her white ear bones like a thin feather.

Qing He clenched his lower lip, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: If you want to talk, you can just say it well, why are you doing this?

His breath is so close.As expected, he smoked again today, and there was a little bit of tobacco aroma mixed into her world-this made Qinghehui think of the night when they first met, the distance between the two was so close, as if their hearts were also closely connected.

"I mean..." Qinghe's thoughts drifted a little, and she heard Sherlock's light voice.

The faint smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to infect her through his light breathing, which made the girl feel more relaxed.Qinghe desperately wanted to know what he was going to say.

"——This is a secret." As soon as Sherlock said this, Qinghe jumped up anxiously, this guy really wanted to play tricks on her all the time!

But the girl's body froze immediately.It felt like a new kind of neurotoxin was spreading from the heart to the limbs, faster than lightning, and as hard to catch as a sudden hurricane.

Because just after he finished saying this, he lightly bit her earlobe.

This guy...is he a dog?