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

good very good.

He has to admit now—on the issue of romantic operability, he has to say that Qinghe has indeed won.

"You're right," said Sherlock. "This time you're starting to convince me that you were the right choice for the University of London."

Is this a sincere compliment, are you sure it's not implying her?

But Qinghe decided not to bother with the big detective at this time, and let go of him at the moment when the red aircraft anti-collision warning light on the roof of the building not far away went out and then came back on again.

Just like two intersecting straight lines, they will only have one intersection point, and they will gradually move away after being extremely close until they coincide.

But Sherlock can always replace another intimate action with one intimate action, which can be regarded as another kind of seamless connection——

The moment this simple hug disappeared, he immediately took the girl's hand with lightning speed.It was too late for Qinghe to draw it back.

"Can you let me hold your hand?" Obviously the answer was right in front of his eyes, but Sherlock insisted on asking knowingly, and he didn't know what An's heart was - he clearly got it.

Qing He glanced at him, "Of course."

Even if she refuses, it won't have any effect at all...

"So, can we go back now?" Qing He asked, and then she suddenly thought of a new address, "...my good friend."

"I just suggest that this address is really stupid, not as good as the previous "Dear Sherlock". "Sherlock's attitude became very arrogant again, but in front of Qinghe, he was able to control this degree well, so as not to annoy her—the general sharpness when facing other people was smoothed by something.

"Okay, dear Sherlock—" Qinghe changed his words quickly, "Then can you tell me what your wish is now?"

"Don't talk about it." Sherlock's attitude was simply callous, but the next moment he was attracted by other thoughts, and he curled his lips, "Why do you want to know my wish so much?"

"Because..." Qinghe wanted to say subconsciously, but found that she seemed unable to speak.

"Because——you care about me?" Sherlock paused for a long time, so long that Qinghe thought that his deliberately elongated "cause" ending had become a different kind of Lingchi in her spiritual world.

She just knew it!Sherlock won't really say any earth-shattering words, because if he just wants to achieve the purpose of teasing her, then the simplest trick can be achieved.

Sherlock didn't have the need to expose her.

Qing He simply admitted, anyway, now she seems to say that everything she says will only get darker and darker, "That's right, I really care about you...you're right."

"...I will prepare a gift for you this Christmas." Qinghe didn't hear Sherlock's words she expected to slap her, but instead heard such a nonsensical sentence.

She looked up, her doubts ready to emerge.

"You don't get presents on any holidays," Sherlock added. "To be honest, I don't quite understand why this should happen - you have everything a popular person has."

Qinghe heard that Sherlock meant that she didn't see any friends.

Human friendship is gradually developed through daily communication and reciprocation: you will go out with friends to play on the road during holidays, you will receive gifts from them on your birthday, and they will care about you when you are sick.But Qinghe has never encountered any of these situations.If I have to say it, it seems that the "suitors" she has in each world are more suitable to play the role of this friend.

Thinking about it now, she should take back the fact that she secretly evaluated Sherlock's friend network as poor.Compared with Sherlock, it is clear that she is more like an isolated island, right?

Thinking of this, Qinghe's mood suddenly became irritable, just like buying a cup of milk tea and drinking half of it, only to find that the most important ingredients are missing in it.Neither is it picked up, nor is it put down.

"Then I'll thank you in advance." Qinghe decided to stop her constantly diverging thoughts. While saying this, she also muttered in her heart: If she can stay in this world until Christmas.

When they finally returned to 221b Baker Street, Sherlock, who was silently sitting on his exclusive single sofa and meditating, suddenly received a piece of "good news"——

(good news for him)

A murder case finally occurred in London, when they watched the meteor shower side by side.

Qinghe didn't care much about the details of the case, but thought it wouldn't be good if Sherlock's overjoyed appearance was photographed by outside reporters... Although she doesn't look like a normal person, Qinghe's empathy ability should be better than that of Sherlock. Sherlock is a little bit stronger.

In the eyes of the world, death always represents misfortune, so one should restrain the expression on one's face both emotionally and rationally.

Of course she said the same thing, and the girl cautiously reminded: "Sherlock, you now... Shouldn't you be acting less happy?"

"The case!" Sherlock's emotions were much more obvious than before, at least for Qinghe, she had never felt Sherlock's joy so strongly.

"I have a case—" Sherlock elaborated, speaking quickly, "it's been fifteen days, twenty hours, four minutes and fifty-five seconds since the last interesting case."

Qing He frowned slightly, "Uh, I understand how you feel...you are delighted because this case is very challenging. On the other hand, it is..." her tone was tentative, "you are sure that you can take The murderer took hold and freshened the air in London."

"Bravo." Sherlock's eyes lit up.

"But Sherlock, people don't think of you as much as I do, in my opinion—"

"I know." Sherlock put down the newspaper and pressed the slightly curled corner of it with the porcelain cup.Qinghe saw that the pressed corner seemed to be a name——James Moriarty.

"But I don't care." Sherlock continued, "To catch the murderer, this result is enough. I don't care about other people's eyes."

In fact, in all fairness, the unruliness in him has not changed at all, but only Qinghe has this beautiful illusion.

Sherlock looked exactly the same as he had first met at the hotel again.Long windbreaker, all in black, indifferent and solemn, it is difficult to approach, but when those light-colored eyes look at you, you can't help but be attracted by the slightly scrutinizing gaze.

Qinghe watched him go out, different from his vigor after a whole night, she was almost dying now, she wanted to take a quick rest.

Before heading out, he said, "Let's have dinner today."