sherlock cat

Jenny sat on the tree house with a bag of fried fish fingers stuffed by Mrs. Hudson for her to grind her teeth. While eating, her two long legs hanging in mid-air were swinging restlessly.

This is not her secret treehouse in the woods, but the one given to Sherlock at the zoo.

When she gave him the tree house, they sat here side by side and watched the sunset once.Only watched that one time, in fact, he only came to the tree house that one time.When she is gone, he probably won't come.

At that time, Jenny watched the sun go down little by little, and when it went down, the golden light hit Sherlock's face, and she thought in her heart, wow, she is so powerful, she wants to be with Sherlock for a long time She achieved her grand ambition so quickly!

Then, she saw God's face-slapping ability that increased every day.

Jenny licked the grease stains on her fingertips, and put the fried fish sticks on the floor of the tree house.

The dense woods have been half covered in the shadow of the setting sun, and against the deepening twilight, the evening wind has a refreshing coolness.

When she was in the woods, she often watched the sunset with a cat lying on her secret tree house.

Jenny felt that if she didn't know the time in advance, it would be very difficult to tell whether it was sunrise or sunset at the end of the sky.It is also the clouds reflecting the sun, the forest is soaked, and the blush is drunk.

But she still thinks that sunset is better than sunrise.Because after sunrise comes sunset, and after sunset, you can wait for sunrise.

Of course, most of the reason is that she can't get out of bed.

Sherlock appears halfway through her fishfry.

He stopped a few steps in front of her tree house, not getting too close, let alone making unnecessary movements.

Jenny remembered that the last time he came here to look for her, she just saw his shadow from a distance, jumped off the tree, and then jumped on him, hugging him with arms and legs like a koala.

But in just one year, they became strangers like this.

Human beings say that sometimes emotions will drag time, a day, a month, a year... slip away suddenly and profoundly without knowing it.

But Jenny felt that it was the same in reverse, that time was also pulling emotions. One day, one month, one year, there would be traces as time slipped by, but the traces were hidden in her heart, and no one could see them except herself.

The sun had set and only the tip of the tail was left, and Jenny jumped straight down from the tree house and landed firmly in front of Sherlock.

In the morning, she originally planned to have an in-depth conversation with him, but it was interrupted because of some... cough, because of some minor accidents, and it was a good time for him to come here now.

Jenny turned her head and looked around. Except for the tree house above her head, there were patches of woods all around. In this way, there should be no more accidents.

Jenny thought with lingering fear.

The night breeze blew slowly, and the two stood still at a distance of two or three steps.Jenny feels relieved that the atmosphere of this conversation is finally normal.

But although the atmosphere was normal, the timing always seemed wrong, especially when she looked at him, her two eyes always involuntarily glanced at his lips.Those two lips have returned to their light color at this moment, which makes people want to...

Jenny quickly stopped in her heart, and cast out the meditation spell of the Little Black Sect again. When she looked at him again, she tried to force herself to only focus on the part above the high bridge of his nose.

But it wasn't much better, Jenny always thought his high nose bridge was cute, and those eyes, when he was willing to look at you seriously with them, were damn charming, especially if they weren't cold and cold inside when.

Jenny was being watched by these charming eyes at this moment.She imagined what would happen if Sherlock looked at her with those eyes and asked her to stay.Jenny felt frustrated that it would be very difficult to reject such a Sherlock.

Jenny was feeling depressed when she heard Sherlock's voice faintly.

"I'm thinking again about the morning."

Jenny was no longer depressed, and there was a "boom" in her mind, and the incident of bullying him on the bed in the morning, very automatically and consciously, quickly replayed it in her mind.

He came here eagerly, just to tell her about the morning, what about that?Could it be because she took advantage of him and he wanted her to be responsible?But it's not like he didn't take advantage of the more excessive advantages in the past, and I haven't seen him find it to take responsibility.

My heart skipped a beat, could it be that I gathered those from the past and prepared to settle the score with her?

He has such a good memory, she used to rely on her thick skin to take advantage of those things, he must remember everything clearly, and she couldn't deny it even if she wanted to.

If he really intends to do this, she has no other choice but to let him take the advantage back.

Thinking about it in my mind, but I forced my mouth to ask: "Morning, what's the matter?"

Sherlock looked at her. "I was talking about our conversation this morning. What were you thinking?"

Jenny's heart fell back to its original place, and she pretended to say "Oh" calmly, "I think that's the same, you go on."

Jenny felt as if she saw a flash of a smile in his eyes, and when she was about to take a closer look, he had returned to his usual rigorous appearance.

She must be dazzled.

Sherlock said, "This morning you said you wanted to go back."

Jenny nodded.But in fact, she didn't say it, he guessed it, and she didn't have time to say anything.

Sherlock continued: "I have thought about it carefully, and obviously I have no right to stop it, so I agree, you can go back."

His voice seemed to be soaked in the cool wind, with the breath of twilight.Jenny tried her best to ignore the sudden sense of loss in her heart.

Just a moment ago, she was worried about what if he used a "beauty trick" to ask her to stay?She has no other major shortcomings in this person, but she is "lusty", and she is very precise, but he is the only "lust".

Jenny glanced dejectedly at the clouds that were about to fade away in the sky, she was really overthinking.

That's fine, the process was simpler and quicker than she expected, she should be happy, everyone is getting together, although she doesn't know when the next time we will see each other, but she sincerely hopes that both of them can be well.I especially hope he is doing well.

Jenny was planning to say some suitable farewell words in her heart, when she heard Sherlock say: "But it may be a few days later, I still have two cases that need to be closed, and Lestrade still needs some assistance. At most Not more than three days."

Jenny was confused for two seconds, and asked cautiously, "You, want to go back with me?"

Sherlock took it for granted with a calm look: "Of course, you invited me a long time ago, didn't you?"

"I invited you, but..."

"I agreed too." Sherlock added.

That's right, but...

At the end of the sky, only the tip of the tail of the golden cloud is left, and lights have been turned on everywhere in the zoo.There was no light in the woods they were in, only a little light from a distance and the hazy moon shadow floating above their heads.

Jenny only felt that her thoughts at the moment were more hazy than the shadow of the moon floating in the sky.

Sherlock didn't urge her, and still stood upright two or three steps away, looking down at her with special seriousness and focus.

Jenny is no stranger to his expression like this. He always shows this expression when he is doing experiments or facing complex and difficult cases.

In the past, she thought that if she was the experimental vessel in his hands, or those case materials, then he would look at her with the same serious and focused expression.She always thought that his serious appearance was very, very good-looking.

In the past, her hopeless wish was never realized until she died.

Jenny lowered her head and looked at the green grass that had been dormant for a whole winter and had just emerged from the earth's crust not long ago.The god who is proficient in dialectics in the mouth of the tiger king has never neglected his duty for a moment. He can be called a model worker, and Jenny admires it very much.

After being silent for a while, she suddenly lowered her head and asked, "Did you know that I died to save you last time?"

Her voice was a little low, but enough for Sherlock to hear.

He was surprised for a second, then immediately relieved.He has known for a long time that she is actually very smart, but most of the time she doesn't like to bother to think about those seemingly complicated problems.

Sherlock didn't answer.

Jenny understood his acquiescence. She raised her head and met his gaze. The question turned into a statement: "You didn't remember those things in the past, but you know that I died because I saved you last time. You are very guilty."

Sherlock looked at her and paused: "So?"

Jenny smiled: "Actually, you don't have to be so guilty. I said before that I used up seven tails to save you. I remembered it wrong. I haven't saved you so many times. I lost my life because I was too stupid. Yes. Also, the shot I got when I saved that woman now seems to be my own fault. Since you dare to go, you are naturally well-prepared. If I don’t show up, maybe you can save yourself more smoothly. .So you really don't have to feel guilty, I think I can't bear it."

She was always innocent and lively in the past, as if she didn't know what the world's sorrows were, but her voice now showed a calmness that was completely different from the past.

Sherlock knew that she hadn't finished speaking, and he waited for her to say everything she wanted to say.

These words must have been hidden in her heart for a long time. Thinking about it carefully, he had never really listened to what she had to say.In my impression, she was always with him, waiting for him, at Butts Hospital, at the scene of the crime, or even in their apartment at 221B.When he finished a certain experiment or thought about a certain case, when he looked up, he would meet her waiting eyes.

Every time at this time, her eyes would suddenly light up, like a small animal in the depths of the woods who was so bored that it was about to fall asleep and was suddenly awakened by some noise, and raised its ears to look at him excitedly and expectantly and asked: "Are you done?! "

What is his usual answer?

His usual answer is, no answer, and rushes on to the next activity.

When reviewing these memories in his mind, Sherlock could clearly see the expectation that her blue pupils lit up again and again, and then faded away again.

Sherlock couldn't imagine that if the memories still in his mind brought her disappointment, what would those memories he deleted that he didn't want to recall until now, what would they be?

Jenny didn't know what he was thinking, but continued to say earnestly: "I was very happy when you said you liked me before. But even if I was happy in my heart, I couldn't hide it from you. You think you like me now because you put the former I forgot some things. The you in the past," she paused, her voice sank a bit, "the you in the past didn't like me very much, and maybe you hated me a little bit. But it can't be your fault, it's me who has been pestering you all the time To annoy you, I now have a deep understanding of my mistakes. Don’t you humans often say that making mistakes is not scary, and the most important thing is that you can correct your mistakes? So I think we..."

"I never said I liked you," Sherlock interrupted suddenly.

Jenny snapped her shell, and the cat's head picked up what he said that fell into the evening wind, and understood what he said.

I never said I like you.

Jenny got a little angry.Did he even forget about this?She couldn't figure it out, why did his good brain always go wrong in matters related to her?

While getting angry, his nasal cavity was inexplicably sore.

What is sour?

Jenny suppressed the sourness that was still welling up in her heart, and silently told herself that this was the right way. Although the process was different from what she had imagined, the result was the same, and she didn't waste so much talking and saliva.

Just waiting to follow his words, but heard him continue: "What I said is, I love you."

The wind blew from behind, blowing her hair onto her cheeks, causing a slight itchiness.

Across half a meter of moonlight, Jenny stared blankly at his deep eyes, and a small image of her was reflected in the shining pupils.

Jenny thought, does she have him in her pupils?They all branded each other into their own eyes.When I think about it like this, I feel warm in my heart, and the warmth is so full that it will flow out of my eye sockets.

She really wanted to brand him in her eyes for a long time all her life.

At this moment, Sherlock believed that he saw the wavering in Jenny's eyes.Ever since she saw him, her decision to leave had been wavering, but each time these waverings were short-lived, and she was immediately pressed back by her forcibly armed firmness.

After a few seconds, Jenny's eyelids drooped.

Sherlock's gaze also dimmed.

Jenny reflected in frustration, it seemed that the different routes did not lead to the same goal, and the words she said earlier were still in vain.

In fact, when Jenny ran out of the woods that year, although Jenny was full of ambitions, she didn't think about how to make Sherlock like her at first, maybe she did, but the "like" she thought at that time was different from later and now. Totally two different things.At that time, she actually didn't even know what the relationship between a man and a woman was.

Sherlock said he liked her and loved her, she was really happy in her heart.But she can't take advantage of him while he has lost his memory and doesn't remember things—although she used to do this kind of thing a lot, and she did it without any burden, but it's different now.

Jenny thought about it, but she couldn't tell what was the difference, what was the difference.

Jenny tilted her head and looked at him. Although the corner of her lips tried her best to bring up a smile, her complexion was a little pale.

"When Moriarty locked me in the laboratory and cut off my tail, I thought I was going to die..."

With just this sentence, Sherlock's body seemed to become as thin as a sheet of paper in an instant, and was almost shaken by the gentle evening wind.But it was only the corner of his coat that was shaking.

Jenny didn't look at him anymore, she tilted her head past him and looked behind him.In the darkness that gradually became thicker, there stood shadowy shadows of trees.

She said softly: "At that time, I thought about it, it would be a pity that I died before I heard you say that I like you."

She slightly curved the corners of her mouth and smiled at the breeze, and now she can smile well even when she is sad.

"That was the longest time I waited for you. At that time, you didn't come. I was a little disappointed, but in fact, there was a feeling in my heart, because I waited for you many times before, and you didn't come every time. You probably forgot Yeah, you used to leave me in the lab at Butts Hospital, or the office at Scotland Yard, or some street restaurant I didn't know... At that time, I thought, if you lost a mobile phone, A coat, or a scarf, you have to go back and look for it. But you never went back to me. But then I found out, you never lost your phone, coat, or scarf, you never lost anything, You just lost me..."

Sherlock's face was pale and his lips were tightly pressed.

Jenny couldn't see him like this, and she felt distressed when she saw him. She regretted why she said these things. After she finished speaking, she felt sorry for herself and the perpetrator. No matter who she felt sorry for, she was the one who was tired.

Jenny, who felt that she was working hard, said comfortingly: "I don't blame you for saying these things now. I was caught by Moriarty because I underestimated the enemy. It has nothing to do with you, and you really didn't come to save me. Obligation. I just want to tell you through these things that you really didn't like me originally. "

She reasoned with him very seriously: "Because you know that I died saving you, you feel guilty, so you let yourself like me. The reason why you have this illusion is entirely because you are a good person."

nice guy?

Sherlock frowned and looked at Jenny standing in front of him, with black hair and bright eyes, her perfect appearance was not blurred by the quiet night.Mr. Holmes probably never thought that one day he would be issued a good person card.

But he finally knew the crux of the matter.

She blamed him in her heart.

The more she tries to be free and easy, open-minded, and careless, the more she proves that she cares about those things in the past.

He has indeed forgotten many things in the past, and he does not understand the relationship between men and women, and he did not even understand the relationship between people in the past.But he knows himself.He would never fall in love with a woman because of guilt.Not in the past, and absolutely not in the present and in the future.

There was only one reason why he fell in love with Jenny so easily - because he had already loved her once.

He was sure that in those memories he lost, he also loved Jenny.Otherwise her death wouldn't make him so desperate that he would rather permanently delete all memories about her.

Sometimes he even felt that the word love was too light. Human love can sometimes be replaced, but Jenny is irreplaceable.

or her.Or completely blank.

That's how he defines their relationship.

Jenny continued: "But that's not how a good person should be. If you confess your love without even curing your amnesia, what if I accidentally agree? Wouldn't it be a disadvantage to you?"

Sherlock said, "Can you try?"

Jenny didn't respond: "What?"

Sherlock said: "You can try 'accidentally' agreeing to my confession, I'm not afraid of losing money."

His voice was still clear and light, it sounded the same as usual, and there was even no extra expression on his face.

Jenny was silent.

A leaf that was not strong enough to grow on the treetop was blown down by the wind and fell on top of Jenny's head.

Sherlock took two steps closer, closing the last half-meter distance between them, and naturally reached out to remove the fallen leaf from the top of her head.

Jenny blinked her long eyelashes, looked into his eyes, and looked at the fallen leaves he held between his fingers.The tender green leaves made his slender fingers more white and beautiful.

Jenny didn't expect him to say that, but in the final analysis she never understood what he was thinking.But his unexpected words made her feel more calm.

She said softly, "I've already promised once."

Sherlock paused for a moment with his fingers pinching the fallen leaves.

Jenny moved her eyes from his fingers to his eyes again, fixedly looked at him and said, "I promised once, and then you drove me away, forget?"

Of course Sherlock hadn't forgotten.

Jenny said: "I know you have your own reasons for every decision you make, maybe there is a reason why you asked me to go to the United States with Stark and Professor Charles. But you didn't tell me at that time, and you don't need to say it now, I am not very old. Want to know."

The atmosphere became a little dignified.

Compared with the city of London, the night of the woods in the suburbs lacks a lot of bustling neon decorations. The gradually brighter moonlight and starlight shine in through the gaps in the leaves, dragging strips of dark or shallow light in the forest.

Jenny's eyes were also dyed with deep and shallow light and shadow.

She didn't know if the feeling that suddenly rose in her heart was exhaustion, she just didn't want to continue talking.Enough said.

"Then what," Jenny said as calmly as possible before Sherlock could speak, "I just remembered that I had an appointment with Dries and the others to have dinner tonight, and it's already late, so I have to go first."

After hesitating for a moment, he still added, "I have realized a truth in the past year, and I can share it with you. That is, what can't be solved by manpower, can be solved by demon power. If even demon power can't solve it, time can solve it. Really. , I tried it myself, although the effect is not so obvious, but," Jenny raised a sign and patted him on the shoulder earnestly, "I will share my encouragement with you."

After saying goodbye, without waiting for any response from him, he turned around and left.

They had said goodbye three times, and Jenny thought she was good at saying goodbye now.

Sherlock looked at her back without stopping her.

He retracted the conclusion that she was actually very smart just now. Obviously, she proved to him with practical actions that she was stupid most of the time, and she was smart just once, so she pretended to be smart.

The author has something to say: Facing the situation of chasing his wife in the crematorium, and still commenting on his girlfriend like this, this man may want to be single for the rest of his life......

I have been on frequent business trips for the past two days, I only slept for more than four hours yesterday, and I am sleepy now, so let’s do so much more today, and what about tomorrow, I want to make a big deal, can you guess it?

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