sherlock cat

When Jenny came out of the bedroom, Watson was sitting on the sofa and reading the newspaper.About today's newspaper content is really unattractive, causing the doctor to glance at Sherlock's bedroom from the corner of his eye from time to time.

Jenny greeted Watson briskly: "Hello, John, long time no see."

In fact, they just met in the hospital last night, but at that time Sherlock was on the verge of life and death, and Watson felt tolerantly that it was understandable that Jenny didn't see him at all.

Putting away the newspaper that he didn't read a word in, Watson also greeted him: "Hello, Jenny." He said sincerely, "It's great to see you again in 221B."

Well, Jenny deservedly took Dr. Watson's friendly smile.

Mrs. Hudson ran upstairs, and Jenny was hugged by her for a full minute, and then she scolded her with tears. For a whole year, there was not even a phone call.

Jenny didn't know what to say. This year, the most she did was try not to think about Sherlock too much.Although most of the time she felt that she was mentally fine, she wasn't sure she could talk to Mrs. Hudson on the phone nonchalantly and refrain from asking Sherlock.And at that time, any bit of Sherlock's information could make her pretended restraint collapse.

Mrs. Hudson had already prepared breakfast, and pulled Jenny to sit at the table.Sherlock also came out of the bedroom, and sat around with Watson without saying a word.

Mrs. Hudson couldn't help smiling as she watched them, and kept saying, It's so good to see you like that again.

Such a sincere and loving smile, Jenny could hardly bear it if she wanted to continue to suffer it with shame.

Jenny's amber cat eyes peeked in Sherlock's direction out of the corners, half watching and half peeping.

A few idle clouds lean against the blue sky outside the window, and occasionally a car honking its horn and driving across the street breaks the silence in the room.Sherlock sat with the backlight, his blurred silhouette breathing coldly like a freshly frozen statue.

Jenny is a little guilty.Obviously she did nothing wrong, and she didn't know what she was guilty of.She used to obey him in everything, and she was not used to disobedience once in a while.Maybe he's not used to it either.

When looking at him like this, Jenny is not without the sense of sadness of unfulfilled ambitions, but after experiencing some things in the world, Jenny privately thinks that if she has really tried her best, then the best way to save this sadness is to change to another "ambition" ".

It's like walking, if this road doesn't work, you can always try another one, don't go all the way to the dark.Otherwise, if you think the sorrow is over, it can actually be even more sorrowful.For example, from unfulfilled aspirations to escalating to dying before unfulfilled aspirations... that is not only sorrow, but a reminder of grief.

Jenny didn't want to make herself sad, so she was going to change to "Aspiration".It is not bad to work hard and concentrate on cultivation, and grow into a generation of great monsters.

Sherlock was right, she really hated him, just like she hated Watson and Mrs. Hudson.Maybe in a few years, when she is more open-minded, she will come back to see them.

There is a saying of human beings that is absolutely true, there is no banquet in the world that never ends.Even if we get together for 1000 years, there must be a day of separation.

The difference is only sooner or later.

It's a pity that most human beings can't see it, and would rather separate later than early.She is different, she is a cat demon whose ideological realm has been significantly improved, she has to be open-minded.

Well, yes, she can see it.

Mrs. Hudson told Jenny that she had heard that Americans were unreliable, and asked Jenny if she had been bullied this year, and how was her life?

Jenny said that she doesn't know if other Americans are reliable, but fortunately, most of the time spent with her on weekdays is pretty reliable.In the end, he flattered without showing any traces, and said sadly that it was a long time since he could not eat fish and chips and Mrs. Hudson's love breakfast, and her whole cat lost weight.

Sherlock glanced at her, his lips moved and closed again.

Jenny didn't need reasoning skills to guess what he was trying to say.

"When you go back to the woods that don't exist on the map, you don't even want to eat fish and chips and Mrs. Hudson's loving breakfast. Then your whole cat will starve to death."

Even his expression when he spoke was imitated in his head.

Jenny bent her lips involuntarily, and then lowered her head halfway, thinking hard, what did she eat when she didn't have fish and chips and Mrs. Hudson's loving breakfast in the woods?

Both Mrs. Hudson and Watson clearly felt that the atmosphere between Jenny and Sherlock was not right. The expressions of both of them were quite calm and calm, but there was almost no eye contact.Unlike before, Jenny's eyes are on Sherlock. Although Sherlock is used to being cold and arrogant, it is different to Jenny, because when he looks at Jenny, no matter how cold and mean words are in his light gray eyes Can't hide the seriousness and tenderness.

Knowing from Watson early in the morning that Jenny came back and slept in Sherlock's bedroom, Mrs. Hudson thought they must have reconciled, and even prepared a "no need to explain, I know what you were doing just now" Unfathomable and profound comprehension expression, unfortunately it is not needed now.

After breakfast, Sherlock returned to his sofa, with one hand resting on the armrest, and his slender fingers tapped lightly on it. The sofa was soft and made no sound, but Jenny felt like it was hitting her heart .

Jenny is familiar with many of his habitual little movements, and knows that every time he sits and maintains a posture like this, he is either too bored and sulking, or his brain is running fast.Sometimes he can sit like this for hours without moving, until his super brain gives the next command to move.

The few idle clouds outside the window were blown away by the wind, the blue sky became more transparent, and the sunlight poured down from the whole piece of the zenith without any obstruction, making it look extraordinarily bold and unrestrained.

His face was bathed in the sunlight passing through the window, and he still looked pale, so pale that Jenny couldn't help but want to remind him that it's fine to just sit on the sofa without moving for a few hours, but now it's him The day after he was shot, logically he should still be lying on the hospital bed.

The injury has to look like an injury, and you can't start to slack off and not treat yourself as an injury just because she is cured by magic. What if she develops a habit and she is not around in the future?

If she was not mistaken, he didn't eat a good breakfast just now. He only ate a small corner of the bread, and the fried egg and bacon were barely touched. So when can the lost blood be replenished?

It took a lot of effort for Jenny not to speak out about her nonsense worries.

In fact, Sherlock has always been in good health, and usually does not get sick, and he himself hates getting sick very much, so once he gets sick, he will become very irritable and willful. It is better to ask him to agree to take medicine than to persuade Tiger King to go against his nature and change to eat grass. difficult.And he was determined not to go to the hospital.

After recovering her memory, Jenny remembered that she had only seen Sherlock sick once before, and it was a very serious influenza—all kinds of weird things are always popular in the human world.That "pop" came to Sherlock.

That time he was very ill, with a persistent high fever, and had been lying in bed for two days. If he hadn't been so dizzy that he couldn't stand up, he would never have been lying in bed for such a long time.

He was tyrannical and didn't allow anyone to come near him. If he hadn't been lying in bed and couldn't get up, Jenny felt that he would jump up and drive everyone out of his bedroom.

Jenny was terribly worried. Her spell could save his life, but not the disease.For the first time, she didn't listen to him, used spells to subdue him, and asked Watson to treat him-fortunately, they had their own doctor at home.

Jenny remembered that she had threatened him at that time that if he didn't obey and let Watson treat him, she would pack him up and send him to the hospital. He knew that it would be no trouble for her.

Unexpectedly, he obeyed, and became extremely obedient.

Watson took his temperature and prescribed medicine for him.

In order to make him not sad when taking medicine, Jenny prepared a lot of candy.He likes to eat sweets.

He did not refuse when she offered him Mrs. Hudson's sweet porridge.

Jenny stayed with him all night in his bedroom that night. He slept on the bed, and Jenny moved a folding chair and lay beside his bed.

Although he took the medicine, his symptoms could not be alleviated immediately, and every once in a while Jenny would measure his temperature according to Watson's instructions.

When she unbuttoned his pajamas, he also cooperated obediently, not talking or making trouble, just following her hand movements with his sunken eyes.

He was lying on the bed with the quilt covered up to his chin, only his furry head like a small animal was exposed, his usual indifference and arrogance were gone.Jenny had a feeling, as if he had become the six-year-old boy 21 years ago, full of curiosity about everything.Although he no longer easily allows her to jump on him and play with his soft and beautiful curly hair.

She didn't hold back, stretched out her hand nostalgicly, and stroked his beautiful curly hair scattered on his forehead.His gray pupils contracted extremely quickly, and Jenny immediately withdrew her hand.He didn't see the dimming light in the depths of his pupils and his tight lips.

That was the moment they were closest, although it was only for a short moment.

The folding chair was narrow and hard, making it uncomfortable to sleep on.Maybe being a cat would make her nest more comfortable, but last time Sherlock didn't know she was a cat.Or at that time, Jenny thought he didn't know, but of course he knew, after all, he had treated her as an experiment for so long...

Jenny, who slept restlessly that night, had a dream. In the dream, she went back to 21 years ago, but she and Sherlock's roles were reversed. Sherlock lived in the forest, and she was outside the forest. She wanted to He ran over to find him, but there was an impenetrable barrier between them.Her cat's paws were almost roasted by the spell on the enchantment and she couldn't break it. She called Sherlock's name loudly, but he couldn't hear it.

Later, she comforted herself that he was inside the barrier, and it was not bad for her to look at him and guard him outside the barrier.Then she hugged the roasted cat's paw, and curled up pitifully at the place closest to the barrier without being burned.

Then she was also sleepy in the dream, she tried to remind herself that she can't sleep, as a monster, she can't be defeated by sleepiness, there are so many little monsters in the forest, they don't know Sherlock, what if they hurt him , she has to guard.

But she still fell asleep without disappointment, and when she woke up, she was surprised to find that Sherlock had disappeared.She smashed the barrier like crazy, all four claws were burning and painful, it was useless.The forest inside the barrier was empty, and the outside of the barrier was also empty. The whole world was as quiet as if she was the only cat left. That kind of tranquility made people feel chills and fear from the bottom of their hearts...

Then she woke up successfully.

Sherlock's eyelids were lightly closed, and he lay quietly on the bed, looking exactly the same as before he fell asleep.

She watched him for a while in the dim light of the desk lamp, then leaned back in her chair.

Her face was a little itchy, and when she stroked it, her hands were wet, and she realized that she was actually crying.She turned sideways on the chair, trying to adjust to a comfortable posture.

Night and silence always make people have some silly thoughts, or have some silly dreams.She lay on the hard chair, thinking, dreams are the opposite, in the dream she and Sherlock are separated by horizontal barriers, then in reality they will be fine.

She was lulled to sleep by her own self-deception.

It's just a matter of deceiving oneself and others, and it is difficult to deceive for a long time.

Later, she finally realized that not all dreams are the opposite.People who spread misconceptions are so stupid.

The bright sunlight jumped slightly on the eyelids, interrupting the memory.

Jenny turned her head and looked out the window. It turned out that she knew what being sad and sad was a long time ago, but at that time she had never seriously thought about these things, nor did she want to think about them.

At that time, she actually had a lot of grievances and sadness in her heart...

She wanted to leave here, thinking that she had let go of it.But no, on the contrary, it was because she couldn't let go of the past that she wanted to leave.

She thought she was a big-hearted cat, a noble, pure cat with a lofty state that was out of vulgar taste.

She overestimated herself.

The author has something to say: I didn’t want to get stuck here, it’s too much to lose my favorites, but I need to revise the content later, and let Mao Mao practice breaking up, after all, it’s the first time for the child, so I’m not very proficient .

So, uh, just, everyone bear with it?