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

Qinghe covered his ears and jumped away.

She felt that her ears were burning, and that's fine, the point is that Sherlock still laughed horribly!

This time she made it clear and even forgot her original purpose, and instead tried hard to get rid of this memory about Sherlock from her mind.

Qinghe returned to 221b as if fleeing like this.

At the moment when he recklessly ran in and opened the door, Qinghe temporarily felt a little lighter breathing.

But what followed was another more serious problem - the game of throwing pillows to each other that she inadvertently brought up!

Looking around, Qinghe saw that everything here is very simple.There are not many rooms and they are not big. After all, Sherlock didn't really choose to rent this place for enjoyment in the first place.Sherlock seemed to be uninterested in the game, so he didn't even keep up with Qinghe when she suddenly picked up speed, but chose to walk slowly behind her - which is really rare.

Didn't he always walk in the forefront and never take a step back?

Therefore, it took Qinghe a few tens of seconds longer to focus on the furnishings in the apartment for a while.

It was also at this time that she suddenly discovered that there didn't seem to be a really suitable room here that could be used as a venue for the "Pillow Fight".

God knows, she originally wanted to just play in the living room.As a result, the brunette girl didn't realize how ridiculous and naive her thoughts were until she really entered this environment again.

In all fairness, the living room was not cramped, it could even be said to be relatively large, with large French windows covered by dark velvet curtains.On the balcony outside, several potted flowers can be placed, even now they are buried in the condensed soil and sleep peacefully.but……

Qinghe's eyes kept looking around at everything around him, and his original plain face became more and more ugly and subtle.

Ah, this...?

She could not have uttered such a sigh in her heart.

It was she who was unworthy of Qinghe.

The size of the living room is indeed not small, but the furnishings inside really make Qinghe feel ashamed.

She hadn't looked at the decorations very seriously before, and it wasn't until now that she realized that Sherlock had got so many weird gadgets scattered around in his home.From the point of view of Qinghe's ordinary people's thinking, these ornaments are also placed randomly in a literal sense, and they can't think of any suitable reason to excuse the big detective.

It doesn't matter if you mess around, the key is that these things are still very scary...

It completely feels like a prop that can only be seen in the crew...

For example--

Qing He's gaze was attracted by the simulated gun placed on the closet, and he took a few steps closer.I saw that this is not an ordinary mask, but a splicing of many different faces. Obviously, the above parts do not belong to the same person, but when put together, there is an unexpected perverted look. harmonious.

And...it seems to be laughing.

Qing He stared at it boredly for a while, and finally decided to put it back and let it be beautiful by itself.

But she didn't discover nothing at all.Anyway, I suddenly understood why Mrs. Hudson was never willing to clean Sherlock's place.

In addition to this mask, of course there are other things, such as a skull that is just the right size to be placed in the center of the palm, a pen that can speak by itself, a human hand bone that is firmly embedded on the table, and even It is a parrot that can speak human language and keeps calling for help every day.

Qinghe is an ordinary person, she really doesn't understand what is going on in Sherlock's heart.

"Help, help—! I've turned into a parrot!"

A birdcage hangs on the edge of the balcony, and the white parrot with a yellow crown just stands obediently on the cage bar, motionless as if an old monk is in meditation, but occasionally flaps its wings to show that it is fine.

Qinghe was afraid that it would be too cold outside, so she brought it in to keep the cold air out.

But she thought of another very interesting thing, if Sherlock played the violin in front of this clever parrot every day, would it also be able to hum the tune he often played?

At that time, the wandering musician Sherlock Holmes and his parrot who can speak human will stand at the entrance of the subway and play together - of course, they are responsible for the performance, and Qinghe decides that he will just ask for money with an iron bowl.

"Do you have a secret?" In the room where only the girl was alone, Qinghe suddenly said such unclear words to the parrot.

Of course she knew that the parrot couldn't understand her speech. The reason why she could speak human words was because the parrot's vocal cords could imitate the human voice.So she naturally didn't have any idea that it would answer, she just thought that she would have to listen to a series of maydaymayday* for a while.

But to her surprise, the cute parrot said: "You have a secret! You have a secret!"

"You're so smart..." She said this, a little lost in thought.

There are two round red spots on both sides of this white parrot's cheeks. It looks like a primary school student's Children's Day performance was smeared with blush, and it's so cute.

"So where do you think you should play the game of 'Pillow Fight'? "Qing He asked.

"On the bed! On the bed!" The parrot spoke quickly, and she didn't know if it was an illusion of peace, but she always felt that this parrot also had the same inexplicable righteousness as Sherlock.

But its answer undoubtedly made Qinghe stare at it directly, "Stop talking nonsense! Otherwise, I will pull out all your hair."

The girl's tone was a little ferocious, as if she would really pluck the parrot's feathers.The parrot shrank its neck and flapped its wings a few times, "I'm sorry! But honesty is a virtue!"

This very human answer almost made Qinghe suspect that this is not a real parrot, but just a simulated robot.

Just when she kept staring at the yellow parrot, and even wanted to touch the back of its head to see if there was any chip installed, Sherlock finally came back.

In all fairness, it didn't take him long.It's just that for Qinghe, every time she waits seems unexpectedly long and unbearable to her senses.

Well, now that he's back—

Qinghe turned his eyes away from the parrot and focused on Sherlock.

The slender man was taking off his overcoat and hanging it on the coat rack by the door.Sherlock didn't wear much inside, just a standard shirt for a man.

Qinghe actually didn't know how to describe Sherlock.She felt like he was refrigerated vodka, hot inside but cold outside.Obviously he is not easy to get along with, but he can always attract others to approach him invisible.

Of course, Sherlock's peach blossoms are not too small.Let's just talk about the few that Qinghe also knows. Hasn't that forensic doctor, Jasmine Amber, been in love with him all the time?Another example is the friends of friends who met at the party organized by John before, and they have been persistently sending him messages, but Qinghe has never seen him reply even once.

Oh my god, Qinghe thought in surprise, is this the legendary flower of Gaoling?

Qinghe was thinking about it, but for some reason, he couldn't help but think of the clip of having fun in the bar before.

She even offered to kiss Sherlock!The most important thing is that he didn't push it away, but accepted it happily!

Although adhering to the principle of "as long as I drink enough, I will touch you", but now I still feel a little embarrassed when I think about it...

Inexplicably, Qinghe's face burned a little bit, and the temperature that had barely subsided not long ago came back like an inexhaustible weed.

This cute little expression change was observed by Sherlock without any exception, he inadvertently approached, and said: "——What are you thinking?"

Qinghe was suddenly caught by the cue, and in order not to let him see what was going on in her heart, she quickly replied: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I just feel that there seems to be a lot of homework recently."

Sherlock's eyes were full of meaning, but Qinghe didn't want to pursue this issue too much at this time, so she looked away.

"When does it begin?"

"What?" Qinghe was a little confused, Sherlock's incoherent sentence really made it difficult for her to think clearly about his real purpose.

Sherlock seemed to sigh, "Are you so forgetful? You mentioned a game, and its name is Pillow Fight."

Qinghe felt as if she had been struck by lightning suddenly, and after a while she recovered some of her soul, and said weakly, "I thought you weren't interested in this."

"Really? I didn't say that." He blinked his eyes, completely forgetting all his previous opinions without blushing and heartbeat, without even a little bit of idol baggage that a great detective might have.

Qinghe was thinking about where would be a more suitable venue for the pillow fight, "This...I feel like the living room is a bit crowded..."

Sherlock was already mentally prepared for this reply, "You can try another room."

He knew that this girl hadn't thought about the feasibility of this kind of game at all.

Even so, he still tries hard to pretend to be a very reliable image, he continued, striking while the iron is hot, "As long as it can achieve the purpose of reducing stress, but the most important thing is that you are happy."

Qinghe didn't think about this carefully, but just thought why Sherlock suddenly became so understanding, what did he say "the most important thing is that you are happy"? !

She was a little embarrassed to say this and refused, so she had to reply out of politeness: "Then where do you think it should be better? After all, it is also for you to relieve pressure."

The faint smile on the corner of Sherlock's lips deepened, and this was the answer he really wanted to hear.

"This..." He seemed a little embarrassed, "I think the bedroom is very good."

Having said that, he changed the subject again, "It's fine if you don't want to, I respect your choice."

His tone couldn't have been more sincere, and it sounded more comfortable and pitiful in Qinghe's eardrums than usual.

How should I answer?Waiting online, very urgent.