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

This is a silent invitation.

Qinghe took out this note from the huge bouquet and stared at it for a long time.

Even though she hadn't seen Sherlock write much, the flamboyant handwriting belonged to him at first glance.

Jesus, is there any room for her to refuse in this situation?

If others saw it, they might call Qinghe a scumbag.

Well, just let yourself go for a while... Qinghe thought about it, and smiled, "May I have any other choices?"

Sherlock winked at her, "Of course - no. Could there be a better choice in the world than this one?"

Qinghe decided to find a time later to ask Sherlock about the battle royale - in this world, the amnesia she suffers from is called selective amnesia, because she has not forgotten everything, But just forget that memory about the battle royale.Naturally, she also forgot about Sherlock for the same reasons as the first meeting with Sherlock.

Well, this is actually their second "encounter".

From this point of view, it seems that Qinghe's memories of the cruise ship that stopped in the Caribbean due to an accident are indeed not very good.

That's why she "chooses" to forget.

Even if this topic is brought up in a joking manner, it will still remain as unavoidably serious as before, so Qinghe thinks that now is not an appropriate time.

Even if all the existing beauty in this world will eventually dissipate, Na Qinghe also selfishly hopes that this warm beauty can last a little longer, and a little longer.

So Qinghe responded yes this time.

The girl nodded slightly, and the round portrait earrings on her ears rose and fell with her movements, and the tassels on them, together with the silver coins engraved with the portraits, shone with silver sparkle.

"Then I'll listen to you this time..." Qinghe's voice was not loud, it seemed very soft, and it felt as if the ending part would be easily blown away by the wind.

Speaking of watching movies, in fact, there are no new releases of particularly popular movies recently.Therefore, there are not many people in the movie theater, and there are countless different screening halls in it. After the small crowd is dispersed in this way, it becomes more deserted and lonely.

They seem to catch up with the time dedicated to showing some old movies.

Qinghe has no objection to this. In fact, she doesn't care about these things. Sometimes a random choice can bring you endless surprises.

The black-haired girl simply scanned these various movie posters, and finally chose the latter between "La La Land" and "Hachiko".

She doesn't really want to watch a romantic movie...Maybe this kind of movie about pets should be more heartwarming?

Anyway, Qinghe chose seriously, so she walked into one of the empty auditoriums with Sherlock.

The bouquet of red roses in her hand was very big, and it would be a bit of a hindrance if she held it on her body all the time, so Qinghe also arranged a special seat for it—anyway, there was no one there, and the seat was also free if it was idle.

But when I saw half of Qinghe, I felt a little regretful—this warmth?

The healing at the beginning of this movie is entirely to make the glass slag behind it more poignant.

Even though Qinghe's senses have become different from normal people's because of constantly traveling in countless parallel worlds, she can still feel a faint sadness shrouding her heart.

She swears that if this was her old self watching this movie, she would have to have boxes of tissues lying around right away.

Qinghe stared at the huge screen in front of her for a while, and there was no one else in the auditorium except her and Sherlock, which was no different from a private show.She wanted to know what Sherlock next to her was doing, so she just followed her inner thoughts. She turned her head slightly and looked at Sherlock next to her, preparing to sneak a few glances at him.

If I act fast, I probably won't be caught...

Thinking of this, Qing He suddenly regained confidence.

She turned her head, and sure enough—she lost again.As soon as he turned his head, he met Sherlock's eyes. His blue-green eyes were still so bright in the dim auditorium, and some of the light refracted by the large screen in the auditorium diverged into his eyes.

But this time Qinghe didn't feel at a loss anymore, and she didn't look back, she just said: "Why don't you watch a movie?"

"Movies don't matter to me, what really matters is you." Sherlock reacted quickly. From his perspective, the scene he saw was somewhat similar to what Qing He saw.

Qinghe's bright red lips were set off by the ebony-like black hair, and the color was more intense and gorgeous, and those obsidian-like eyeballs were also projected to a little white light on the big screen in the projection hall.Sherlock felt that it was like a gleam of tears in her eyes, as if it was about to fall into his heart in the next second.

When the black-haired girl heard this, she looked at Sherlock without moving her eyes. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she showed a warm smile towards the detective.

The auditorium was very quiet, so the girl's soft and short laughter undisputedly poured into Sherlock's eardrums.He didn't find it noisy either.

"Ha, so you secretly reported to the class to learn the art of language behind my back?" Qing He's tone was very relaxed, leaving all those complicated things behind, it felt like an ordinary day.

Ordinary, good day.

Sherlock also laughed, "I don't need to study hard, just tell the truth-if I am willing, most of the relationship counselors in the world will be unemployed immediately."

Well, that's very Sherlock Holmes.How arrogant--she didn't find it bothering.

Qinghe played back what she was about to say in such a short dozen seconds, and finally took a deep breath and asked, "So we—"

She didn't finish her sentence, but it was obvious that there was a hint of doubt in her tone.

Sherlock's attitude could be said to be listening to her words seriously, but Qing He's words stopped abruptly.

Qing He suddenly didn't know what to say in the middle of her sentence. She felt that she suddenly couldn't find a suitable adjective or noun that could be used to put it after the half sentence.

It is impossible to say, [So we are lovers? 】

Or—[So what is our relationship? 】

No matter which one you say, it doesn't feel good... Qinghe thought lightly, the former feeling is weird, and the latter feeling is more...

what! ! !

This is too difficult to do!

"We are?" Sherlock repeated this sentence after he couldn't hear the second half of Qinghe's sentence for a long time.

Qing He pursed her lips tightly, after much deliberation, she finally chose the latter.Facing Sherlock's gentle gaze, the girl suddenly felt a little nervous, as if she would say some heinous words next——

Qinghe asked: "Excuse me... what is our relationship?"

She was very polite this time, bringing Sherlock's thoughts back to the time when he first "met" not long ago.

The look in the girl's eyes was a bit cramped, as if she was beginning to fear that these words might hurt Sherlock's heart.

So the man replied: "Don't say honorific words to me."

He said something and thought again, "I will let you understand our relationship in 31 minutes."

Qinghe felt that the 31 minutes in Sherlock's mouth was referring to the rest of the movie.Because Sherlock has always been very strict, Qinghe was not particularly surprised when he said this sentence.

As for [I will let you understand our relationship]...?

After hearing this, Qinghe felt a little confused.But she had no other choice, so she had no choice but to agree, "Then you don't lie..." She simply broke the pot and said to herself: "I am not as smart as you. If you lie, I may not feel it." get."

"No," said Sherlock, who seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Sherlock has always been like a lonely waterfall hanging from a cliff.

He stands on a high place and immerses himself in his inner world like a god, so it is difficult for others to approach him. At the same time, he also has a firm direction, so no one shares the scenery along the way with him.

But because of world consciousness, they are like two isolated islands connected by an invisible thread.Whether this thread will be broken, he doesn't know - all he knows is that he won't let go easily.

The two had different thoughts, and the remaining 31 minutes of the movie were lost in such a mood.

When the movie ended and the lights in the auditorium were turned on again, Qinghe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.But the next second, new doubts came back, and she was really a little nervous about Sherlock's so-called answer.

Although it seems normal to have some intimacy with "suitors" in different worlds...

In order not to focus too much on the famous detective beside her, she took out the VC tablet she carried with her and took one in her mouth.

...Anyway, I just want to do something to make myself not so boring.

Sherlock's seat is on Qinghe's left, and the entrance to the auditorium is on the right, so Qinghe walks in front, and Sherlock follows her.

When Qinghe left, she didn't forget to take the beautiful bouquet of roses with her, after all - this was the first time she received such a large bouquet.Even though this flower is not her favorite type, but for girls, this old-fashioned method is the most practical.

Roses are so beautiful, it is estimated that except for the case of pollen allergies, no one would not want the person they like to send themselves a large bouquet of beautiful roses.

So she still cherishes it.The girl held the rose in her arms like a baby, an action that Sherlock found inadvertently amused.

The screening room wasn't very big, and they walked out right away.And after walking a few more steps in this small corridor, Qinghe was stopped by Sherlock behind him.

"and many more."

Qinghe felt that maybe Sherlock was going to tell her the answer now—the answer to our relationship.

So she stopped very obediently, then turned around, "Huh?"

But what responded to her was that she was suddenly pushed against the corner.

She subconsciously hugged the large bouquet of roses in her arms, well, even at this moment she reflexively chose the bouquet instead of running away immediately——

This made Sherlock feel a little confused.

Forget it, it's better to hug the bouquet tightly than to run away subconsciously.

Sherlock suddenly found that he was very good at excuses for Qinghe.He had never been so understanding.

Qinghe has encountered this incident of being suddenly pushed against a corner several times, but she still doesn't seem to be able to treat this incident as ordinary as drinking water and eating.So, she still couldn't help holding her breath, her eyes looked at Sherlock without blinking, and she even took out a concentration to make her brain work, thinking about what Sherlock, who was acting strangely, was going to do .

There were no lights in the corridor, and it seemed particularly dim.During the short period of time when the two of them stared directly at each other, somehow an inexplicable charming atmosphere gradually emerged.

Qinghe also couldn't figure out what kind of material the floor in the projection hall inside the movie theater was made of, but it felt different from ordinary tiles, and it felt much softer to step on.

The wall is also completely covered by this strange black material, and even the part where Qinghe's back is pressed is a bit soft. This kind of texture makes Qinghe completely unable to feel the confusion in the future. Even if there is a trace of sobriety, it will fall deeper and deeper as if it is weightless, but it is not known whether it is heaven or hell.

Wait—why did she think of the words "intelligence/chaos/feeling/fascination"? !

Qinghe felt that something was wrong with him, obviously nothing happened...

She finally began to feel ashamed, and she felt that she had no reason to think like this, which was a very distant behavior.In this tension, Qinghe bit the small VC tablet in his mouth.

Suddenly, a sweet and sour taste swept through her mouth, which really cleared her mind up a lot.

"This bouquet is for my girlfriend," Sherlock said.

Sherlock's voice seemed to be a switch for the quiet atmosphere. The moment he spoke, Qinghe felt that the atmosphere was quietly changing.

The girl was stunned for a moment, and she quickly realized, "Then I am your girlfriend now?"

Without any hesitation in her words, she immediately followed Sherlock's pace, which is really quite rare - D/a/m/nit!After saying this sentence, Qinghe felt that there was something strange. What Sherlock meant was that accepting his flowers was equivalent to being his girlfriend!Is that what you mean?

Oh - she also gave a perfect answer for Sherlock.

Qinghe didn't know how to describe herself.

She just wanted to withdraw that sentence, but found that she was still holding this beautiful bouquet of flowers so honestly.

Immediately, I feel less confident...

Sherlock smiled with satisfaction, "Then—" His voice is as deep and pleasant as a cello, and in such a quiet and peaceful environment, it seems to be plucking/moving the peaceful heartstrings a little bit, this is simply a perfect lover whispered.

"Can I ask you now?" His eyes were so bright that Qinghe thought of the stars in the sky.

Qinghe has never had much experience in dealing with//suo//kiss/.And Sherlock—gosh, is a man really serious about your needs in this situation?Of course not!

So not answering is actually the best thing.

Men are natural hunters and usually prefer what they like to what they like.

Sherlock kissed it without hesitation.

Qinghe felt a slightly cool smell of mint leaves blowing over his face, of course he didn't smoke today - then the sweet and sour taste of the VC tablet just now was neutralized by this coolness, it felt like Sherlock was having a drink together. Into her world little by little.

This is true.

The tip of Sherlock's tongue brushed across the girl's /mouth//cavity//mucous//membrane, and she felt a little tingly, so this simple action aroused a slight tremor in her.It's just a /pre//play/, the man doesn't actually have any intention of it.He quickly probed towards the girl's sheer tip, and then... he got a response.

It was a real kiss—a kiss is called a kiss when it is answered.

An emotion of joy quickly swelled in his heart like bubble gum being blown up, and then, with no time to think about anything else, the offensive would only become more violent.

Qinghe felt that she was about to lose her breath, her soft and boneless hands could only rest on Sherlock's chest, but they couldn't pose any real threat to the man - after all, she had no strength left.

Compared to Qinghe, Sherlock is a complete counterexample.Qinghe really didn't want to admit that this guy is getting more and more energetic!

Not only himself, but his... also...

Ah!

I'm sorry!

If the lights in the small corridor outside the auditorium were bright, Sherlock could clearly see that Qinghe's face was as ripe as a red apple.

This kind of tight posture made her not know where to put her hands, let alone her other hand was still embracing this large bouquet of flowers!

At this time, the rose seemed to be a burden, a sweet burden.

Sherlock's cold fingertips could touch the girl's cheek, and he naturally felt the heat.

So cute, in every sense of the word.

"Well……"

At the moment when the two/double//chun//separate//separated, Qinghe could finally take a good breath, but this moment only lasted for a few seconds, because Sherlock came up again and changed pose.

Qinghe thought it was over.

qaq

Qinghe really had no strength at all, and even the roses she was holding around with one hand began to fall gradually, so she could only use her other free hand to tightly hold Sherlock's clothes to prevent herself from falling ——

The detective will not let this kind of thing happen, so he moved closer, making Qinghe's back and the wall closer, and at the same time the arms around the girl's waist/tightened/tightened/, so tight The posture made Qinghe see no one but him.

"Uh...um..." Qinghe swore that she definitely didn't do it on purpose!But this kind of /嘤/叫/ just ran out of her mouth inexplicably, even if she covered her mouth, it was useless, not to mention it was impossible now.

The girl's original low/body/temperature/sudden/rise/high, feels like drunk.Or is it—being so close to a hot, bright light that it affects itself?

In the next second, she felt a burst of /warm/flowing/swelling/passing over her /body/down/.

Qinghe's whole body is about to go limp, it's too difficult //to /start//tooth/!

Just as the two of them were wen//difficult/shelter/difficult/divided, Qinghe heard another series of footsteps that did not belong to the two of them.

She quickly tapped Sherlock's waist.

Sherlock seemed very dissatisfied with the interruption of kiss, he seemed a little depressed, but he obediently let go of Qinghe.

The moment the two separated, he quickly pulled out the bunch of flowers that were about to be crushed from the girl's arms, covering Qinghe's blushing face.

Nothing else, Sherlock just doesn't want others to see her like this.

Such a scene, of course, can only be left to him to appreciate alone.

If others took a second look, he would think it was //xie blasphemy//.

The staff didn't say anything. They knew everything about this situation, and it wasn't like he had never seen it before.So he just said, "Sir, it's almost closing time here."

"We will leave as soon as possible." Sherlock replied, his tone was still so cold and official when he was not facing Qinghe.

Qinghe listened to their conversation and didn't even dare to move.

And it was at this time that she discovered that Sherlock's right hand was injured at some point.It wasn't a serious injury, but it was wrapped in gauze, which still made Qinghe a little worried.

"This is our—relationship." Sherlock turned his head and said to Qing He beside him after the cinema staff had left.

Without Sherlock's movements, Qinghe's blushing and beautiful face was no longer covered by the large bouquet of flowers.Qinghe was about to collapse, he could only lean against the wall helplessly, he didn't even have the energy to stare at Sherlock.This is only one aspect, and the other aspect is that the current Qinghe is too embarrassed to stare at Sherlock.

Being caught by the staff just now, Qinghe really wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in the ground like an ostrich.

Even if the staff didn't say anything, Qinghe would still feel ashamed.It's all Sherlock's fault!

Sherlock's words made the blush on Qinghe's face more obvious, she understood what he meant, okay?

"You've already messed up my heart, when will you mess up /my///bed//?" The faint smile on Sherlock's face became wider, but Qinghe looked up, his eyes The expression contained in it was unexpectedly serious——

Stop!

Qing He didn't answer this sentence, but just walked forward a few steps quickly, and said: "——Let's go."

Sherlock followed closely.

Driving together to go camping on the top of the mountain is actually an idea that I have had before, a gift that has not been truly fulfilled until now.

But in fact, there are no mountains in this city, so the two of them chose a quiet place at random.

Qinghe didn't know how to explain the emotions in her heart during this period of time in what language.

She has experienced many worlds, and the "suitors" in each world have stories that they don't know about each other, which can only be shared privately.

She defines herself as just a bystander, an outsider who shouldn't be involved in this world.

But now, sitting on the slightly dewy lawn with Sherlock Holmes, the world's famous detective, feeling the night wind blowing gently from the ear, as long as you lower your head, you can see the bright lights of the city in the distance ——This kind of feeling is actually not good after a long time.

If nothing else, even if it's just spending time with a friend like this, you'll feel comfortable inside.

Qinghe looked into the distance and was a little dazed.In her eyes, the lights of Wanjia are like dots of light in the dark night, connecting the world together.

It was not the first time she was in a daze, so Sherlock beside her was not surprised by it.

"Hey, you said..." Qing He's tone was very soft, "Will there be a meteor shower in London? Because London always rains and the fog is very heavy, it seems unlikely."

In this regard, Qinghe doesn't like to talk too much, and her words always have room for maneuver.So aside from her overly eye-catching looks, she can almost be regarded as the type who is easy to talk about.

"The Geminid meteor shower." Sherlock's words were very succinct. "In this period, at most, only the Geminid meteor shower can respond to your request. After all-it is the most trustworthy astronomical phenomenon."

Sherlock also added in a brisk tone, "Just like me." It sounded like he was in a good mood...

Thinking of this, the girl gradually felt relieved.

Qinghe has never seen a shooting star.It always felt that the days she spent before did not give her enough time to appreciate the scenery, and the invisible world consciousness pulled her to the next world without adding any buffer zone.

Obviously she did ask a question, but Sherlock didn't directly answer yes or no.This kind of feeling actually made her feel a little strange, because everything and everyone in the world should have their own answers, otherwise, what kind of mood did she keep traveling in these worlds?

but……

Qinghe stared at the empty sky, and suddenly thought of a very important thing.

The Geminid meteor shower should rise directly from the evening, how could there be no movement now?

She knew that Sherlock must have said that to make her happy.

Qinghe sighed, and the air exhaled from her mouth quickly turned white and dissipated.

The sky seemed to be covered by a pure black curtain, and no light came through.Qinghe could only play with the flashlight in boredom.

The red lights on the roofs of the shrunken city buildings in the distance kept flickering, lest low-flying planes should hit them.

"Although I didn't expect it to appear," Qinghe said, "it's just that I think it's a very good medium to realize my wishes."

The girl's tone was very serious, and the pink rabbit ear hat she was wearing seemed to be the only bright color here.And the only thing—the only thing is that her eyes are shining.

She turned her head and stared at Sherlock next to her for a long while before finally saying, "Okay, okay, if you want to laugh at me, you can laugh at me! Anyway, I always think so."

"Meteor showers are indeed just an astronomical phenomenon, which is the result of friction between meteoroids and the earth's atmosphere*. Meteor swarms are often produced by fragments of comets, and cannot be used to fulfill wishes." As she wished, Sherlock made a little science introduction, but at the end of his words, he changed the topic, "But if it's you, I suggest you don't miss this opportunity."

Qing He was full of question marks.She is still being attracted by the somewhat beautiful word comet.

"—promise to be with me forever." Sherlock said, "Although you are a useless little goldfish, this is my promise." His tone sounded a little different from usual, falling into the In Qinghe's ears, there was a feeling similar to pampering.

The promise of a famous detective... sounds like a good idea.Not to mention that there is also a hope that is hard to ignore.

"Then why did the comet split? Doesn't it hurt?" Qing He asked such a question.Her eyes were fixed on the sky, but there was nothing above it.

"Tidal forces," Sherlock replied.

"What I mean is..." Qinghe said, "The tidal force must exert a lot of pressure on it, otherwise it might not be willing to split itself. If only I could be as beautiful as a comet."

Qinghe's words sounded very strange, so she added herself: "If there is really a meteor shower today, I will make a wish. It is rare."

"Okay." Sherlock's tone sounded very relaxed. Before that, Kui Qinghe thought that he would always put on the serious expression when we first met.

"You'd better tell me what you wished," he added.

Qinghe smiled slightly, a little slyly: "I don't want it, the wish I made will not come true if I say it."

Her hands were propped up on both sides of her body as if she was not afraid of the cold, and her palms perfectly touched the blades of grass. Perhaps because of the cold air at night, they were still slightly moist to the touch.

Sherlock didn't speak anymore, just looked at the sky in silence with Qinghe.

Camping at the top of the mountain in the middle of the night and waiting for a meteor shower that does not exist, this type of performance art is almost as good as some people's negative distance contact in front of the pharaohs on the Egyptian pyramids.It's just that the latter has more colors.

The process of this world seems to be longer than Qinghe imagined in her heart, which does not mean that it is a good thing for her.Qinghe's memory of this world will be gradually blurred before coming to the next world, but the "pursuers" will not.

So... if you have to go deeper, this fact is not so beautiful.

The two had different thoughts, staring at the sky in the distance in a daze - in fact, it was not a sky at all, it was the flickering red light spot in the distance, in a daze.

Staring at a spot of light is better than sleeping, because if you sleep, you may dream about things that happened before, and there are very few episodes that are very happy for her.

I don't know how long it took, when suddenly a thin strip of white light streaked across the almost pitch-black sky, as if a matchstick had been ignited across the edge of a matchbox, and it burst into flames.

This band of light was fleeting, and by the time Qing He caught it belatedly, its tail had already swept across the night sky and disappeared.The girl let out an annoyed cry.

But this is just the beginning.

In the next few tens of seconds, several thin strips of light quickly passed by. Before Qinghe had time to watch, he immediately closed his eyes and began to make a wish, looking very devout.

Anyway, it was the most pious one anyway.

Sherlock turned his head to look at the girl beside him, and saw that her lips were tightly pursed, and the black eyelashes against the lower eyelids were slightly raised, and the arc was very beautiful.

In fact, he couldn't understand why an ordinary astronomical phenomenon seemed so important to Qinghe.Meteor showers are (maybe) beautiful to her, but to the detective his heart doesn't fluctuate.

As for why you spend time here, the answer is ready to come out.

People are going to change.

Qinghe murmured something in a low voice, anyway, she was so distracted that Sherlock didn't hear clearly.

Immediately, the girl opened her eyes, and she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had completed some important task.

It's just that she met Sherlock's scrutinizing gaze the moment she opened her eyes, which made her a little uncomfortable.

The girl scratched her head: "Why don't you make a wish?"

She knew that she was just looking for something to talk about, but the problem was that she didn't need to specifically find something to talk about, the "suiters" would throw olive branches by themselves.

"I don't make a wish. That seems stupid—" Sherlock smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes.He thought of something again, the words he originally wanted to say were replaced, and it evolved into: "It's something only elementary school students can do."

"—I was just looking at you." He said again, with an extremely serious expression on his face.It's like a primary school student looking at the Lego model that he has worked so hard to assemble, his eyes are shining with a brilliance that cannot be ignored.

God, he actually had the nerve to say that Qinghe was a primary school student, but he himself was the one who most met the standard.

After all, elementary school students don't think so much every day like Qinghe, they are very honest.

Qinghe suddenly didn't know what to say, so she lowered her head and stared at the toes of her sneakers—it was a foreign-style apple red, and she liked this bright color.

"Speaking of which--" the man's tone paused, and Qinghe's heart began to fluctuate with the ups and downs of his tone.

He stretched out the right hand that had been in the pocket of his clothes before, and he saw that it was still wrapped with a white bandage.

She couldn't bear it anymore.

His tone was a little bit aggrieved: "I have been consoled by others, John, Greg, Molly—even the most annoying one—" He stopped in the middle of his words, and Qinghe guessed that maybe the famous The detective forgot the man's name.

And indeed it is.

"Forget it, that's not important. Everyone gave me condolences, only you didn't." Qinghe heard the resentment in Sherlock's tone, and felt as if a child was trying to get your attention by throwing a tantrum.

"But other people have already expressed condolences to you." Qing He thought for a moment before replying, Sherlock was always the most difficult at this time.

The detective's ability to get along with people is not very high, and Qinghe thinks that this is also because he is the second child in the family-children who are in the middle of the family are always not taken seriously.Therefore, sometimes he is very straightforward, and sometimes he has hidden meaning.

"But they're not you," Sherlock said.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

Qinghe's answer made the detective feel satisfied for a moment.He raised his eyebrows, obviously looking very happy, but in the next second he deliberately frowned, suppressing his excited tone: "It's okay. I have very low requirements for you."

Qinghe smiled lightly, "Then I'll show you off, okay?"

She really doesn't understand how there can be such a cute guy in the world, and it's not unconventional to act like a baby in reverse.

The girl reached out and grabbed Sherlock's wrist, brought his injured hand over, and blew a few times.

It was obviously a non-technical action, but the detective was simply pleased like this.

"My hands can't write," said Sherlock.

"It's okay for you to use your left hand, don't think I don't know." Qing He gave him a blank look, but he didn't let go of his hand.

Sherlock snorted coldly and turned his head away in anger.After a while, he turned back and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is your wish?"

Even though his observation ability is indeed very strong, some things cannot be seen from the surface.

"I won't tell you. If I tell you, it won't be effective." Qinghe still said the same thing.

Sherlock seemed a little regretful, but then he found a new source of happiness, and said rather conceitedly: "Make a wish to be together forever? Even if you have vision, not everyone can treat you as well as I do." of."

Qinghe was also happy when he heard this, he was quite diligent in checking his seat.

"It's indeed about a wish of yours." Qing Hexin said happily.

Sherlock was even more certain that his thoughts were correct.Suddenly he felt that the night breeze became gentle.

"If you are counting on meteors, you might as well count on me. I can fulfill your wishes for you." He said firmly.

The author has something to say: The explanations of meteor showers marked with * in this chapter are excerpted from Baidu Encyclopedia

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