sherlock cat

On the return taxi, Watson took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot, while Jenny and Sherlock sat side by side in the back seat.

When Jenny got into the taxi and sat next to him, Sherlock glanced at the scarf she was wearing around her neck.

The long blue scarf was wrapped around the neck several times by Jenny, and a small white face was buried in it, making it look even smaller, and those bright and transparent big light green eyes looked even bigger.

Sherlock stared at her blankly for a few seconds without speaking.

Watson also glanced at the scarf around Jenny's neck through the rearview mirror, but said nothing.

Jenny was still excited, unaware of the gazes of the two.

In fact, she was very excited all the way, and this was the first time she was this close to Sherlock in human form.

Jenny thought over and over in her heart that she must successfully find a topic to restore her failure to confess.

The car was driving rapidly in the rainy night, and the black windshield wipers waved up and down the car glass.

Before Jenny could find the topic, she suddenly heard Sherlock who was sitting next to her ask in a low voice, "How do you know each other?"

When he spoke, his eyes were still looking straight ahead. The light in the car was dim, and his face was hidden in the shadows. Occasionally, when the street lights flashed in, Jenny could see his fair cheeks, but she couldn’t. Clear the expression on his face.

Jenny froze for a moment, and looked at him suspiciously.

"You, you and Watson, how did you meet?" Sherlock asked again.

Jenny understood Sherlock's question, but was still a little dazed.

Thanks to Watson who was sitting in front of him, he turned his head slightly and looked back in time, and answered this question for her very loyally.

"A mutual friend," Watson said quickly, as if rushing to answer. "We met through a mutual friend."

Jenny nodded in agreement. They did meet through a mutual friend, but unfortunately, their mutual friend forgot about it.

Watson's answer wasn't a lie, but Jenny was still disappointed when she watched the streetlights coming and going, leaving flickering shadows on Sherlock's white cheeks in the dark carriage. Don't want to just give him such an ambiguous answer.

In the silent silence, Jenny confessed honestly: "Actually, I had a serious illness some time ago and forgot many things."

Sherlock paused, and finally turned his head to look at her.

The wind and rain coming from all directions made the whole carriage look very empty.

Jenny met his eyes as deep as a pool, and confessed in a strange way.

The car seemed to be passing a street tree with its branches stretching out into the driveway. As they passed, a large raindrop fell from the top of the tree to the roof of the car, making a small "boom".

In this dull sound, Sherlock heard her solemnly promise:

"But I never forget the fact that I like you."

……

When she got out of the taxi and followed Sherlock into the gate of 221B, Jenny thought she was very witty.

You know, when she blurted out in the car just now, she originally wanted to say that she never forgot about the promise of her body.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, she calmly changed to another word that was more appropriate and at the same time could accurately convey her heart.

Compared with Watson, Mrs. Hudson was much calmer when she saw the humanoid Jenny who came back with Sherlock. Even when Watson and Sherlock were not paying attention, the landlady took the time to make a cheering gesture to Jenny.

Apparently Mrs. Hudson has automatically imagined the whole process of Jenny and Sherlock's romantic encounter and the two fell in love at first sight. The direction of the galloping away.

In Mrs. Hudson's mind, there was no possibility of failure in getting Sherlock to fall in love with Jenny, so she prepared Jenny's favorite fish and chips in advance to celebrate the victory.

But Jenny was not as optimistic as Mrs. Hudson.

However, even if you have a "bad start", having fried fish as a consolation is better than nothing.

Jenny just sat down at the dining table with a feeling of comforting herself, her eyes fixed on the fish and chips on the plate, and she saw that the deliciousness was about to be successfully eaten into her mouth.

Sherlock suddenly asked, "Where is Jenny?"

Jenny held a fork in her hand, with a piece of fried fish sticking on it, opened her mouth, and looked up at Sherlock.

Watson and Mrs. Hudson also looked at Sherlock.

In the center of the eyes of the three, Mr. Holmes said calmly, "My cat."

Mrs. Hudson glanced at Jenny, but said nothing.

Only Dr. Watson, who hadn't quite figured it out, said, "Perhaps he got out. You know he can't stay when you're not in the apartment."

Sherlock said, "Here I am now."

Watson: "..."

If you think about it seriously, Sherlock came back, and Jenny the cat didn't appear within three steps of him for more than 5 minutes, which is indeed a bit strange.

Jenny looked sadly at Sherlock next to him and the delicious fish and chips on the plate, swallowed sadly, and stood up from the chair even more sadly, with a difficult expression: "I suddenly remembered that I still I have something to do, just, just... let's go first."

Sherlock was sitting across from Jenny. He had already taken off his coat and suit jacket. He was only wearing a white shirt at the moment. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, revealing a forearm, which was propped on the table.

Hearing Jenny's words, his eyes immediately shifted to her face.

Jenny also looked at him, very reluctant to leave.But after a short while of reluctance, she walked around the dining table in grief and indignation, ran down the stairs, and left.

It was already dark outside, and the late rain was still falling sporadically.

After Jenny ran out of the gate of 221B, she deliberately waited outside for 10 minutes to avoid suspicion caused by the presence of the cat-shaped Jenny and the human-shaped Jenny.

Jenny thinks she's smart.

She returned to her original shape, crouched silently on the steps of the gate.The narrow porch blocked part of the rain for her, but the remaining part was blown stubbornly onto her fur by the cool breeze from time to time.

There was a long and thin street lamp on the street at the entrance, and when the dim yellow light came down, Jenny could see the rain lines under the light arranged in an orderly array, falling obliquely to the ground.

The small piece of ground illuminated by the light has already seen a thin layer of water, and when the raindrops fell, small semi-dark bubbles were formed on it.

The small water bubbles bulged mischievously, burst again, bulged again, and burst again...

Jenny squatted and watched for a long time with her round and big pale green cat eyes open.

Looking at it, I don't know why, and suddenly feel a burst of sadness.

This burst of sadness seemed to be different from the sadness that she had just had when she couldn't eat fried fish.Jenny couldn't tell, maybe it was a bit like suddenly knowing that she would never eat fried fish in the future, so the sadness at this moment was deeper.

In late autumn, it was raining at night, and there was no one on the street.

Jenny curled up quietly on the doorstep, the cool iron door behind her spine was gradually warmed by her body temperature.

Occasionally a car or two speeds past, bringing up a splash of rain and rain, and then everything returns to calm.

Time passed extremely slowly, and the movement of the rainwater falling seemed to be infinitely elongated. Jenny could almost see the trails they left in midair as they slowly fell.

When she turned around and entered the warm room through the thick door panels, those small water bubbles were still bulging, bursting, bulging, and bursting again...

Jenny suddenly thought, for them, the meaning of life is probably in that short second.

Ten minutes later, with the sound of "meow" and Ai Ai's meowing, Jenny, who had returned to her original form, ran up the stairs again and appeared in the living room.

Mrs. Hudson gave her a sympathetic look.

With drooping cat ears, Jenny walked to Sherlock's side, yelled at him, and jumped on his lap.

She felt that she was in great need of reassurance.

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't drive her off, and reached out to touch her.

It's just that when I touched the wet rainwater...

In the middle of the night, Jenny, who had been switching between the two identities for a whole day, jumped onto Sherlock's dry and warm bed with narrowed cat eyes, nestled next to him, and fell asleep after a while.

But she didn't sleep deeply, and in a daze, she seemed to hear a burst of music coming from the living room.

It was the sound of a violin.

Jenny opened her sleepy eyes suddenly.The big bed was empty.

She immediately got up, jumped out of bed, and went straight to the living room.

Sure enough, Sherlock was wearing the long blue nightgown, playing the violin standing by the living room window.

Jenny jumped into the sofa without a sound, curled up, and was fascinated by watching his back from a short distance away.

The rain outside seems to have finally stopped, but there are still faint thin clouds in the night sky, and the moon is not very dazzling, showing a somewhat blurred look.He stood with his back to her, and Jenny couldn't see his eyebrows, but only his long shadow cast on the living room carpet.

He just stood quietly in front of the window, with the violin resting on his neck, and the right hand holding the bow was raised and lowered slightly, and the wonderful music followed.

Jenny couldn't fully understand the music flowing out like a stream in spring, but Sherlock standing here was the posture that fascinated her the most.

What was he thinking in his mind when he was playing the violin, and who was he thinking about, which made his movements of playing the violin so soft at the moment?

Jenny curled up on the sofa and stared blankly.

It seemed that the wind was blowing in through some gap, gently shaking the corner of his long pajamas.She didn't know whether the drowsy sleepiness that had been brewing in her mind gradually dissipated or became stronger.

The corner of the swaying nightgown turned into a blue butterfly flying slowly, and they were no longer in this small living room, but in the vast forest that Jenny was familiar with.

Blue butterflies flew higher and higher on the night wind, and there was the scent of green grass that Jenny was all too familiar with, and several unknown small flowers that had not yet opened quietly budded under the moonlight.Blue butterflies flew over and tapped on their flower buds, and those flower buds opened up magically, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted around in the night wind.

Sherlock is standing on the green grass and playing the violin.

The sound of the violin in the silent night is different from the ones she heard during the day. It has lost a lot of agitation and brightness, and has added a bit of slow loneliness and mystery.

Perhaps the night has this kind of magical power, which removes the disguise and reveals more hidden truths.

The deeper the night, the more so.

Jenny fell asleep amidst the dreamlike sound of the piano, and in her sleep, it seemed that a hand was caressing the top of her head very gently.

She flattered the palm of that hand.

The big hand seemed to be encouraged, from stroking the top of her head to stroking her body back and forth, touching her ears for a while, and scratching her neck for a while.

Jenny was so comfortable that she couldn't help murmuring softly: "If you go back to the forest with me, I will treat you very well..."

The big stroking hand seemed to pause.

Jenny curled up and fell into a deeper sleep.

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