sherlock cat

When Jenny walked out of the woods, she didn't feel the relaxed feeling of explaining everything clearly, but instead felt a sense of unreasonable heaviness in her heart.

She felt very self-aware that she was to blame for everything, that she had delayed the parting for too long.The so-called sharp knife cuts the mess. When she came back, she thought that she sharpened the knife very quickly, but the fact is that the knife is not fast at all.With a blunt knife she stirred up the mess, even herself.

Jenny rubbed her face in frustration, can she be blamed?She lived to be more than 500 years old before breaking up for the first time, so she has no experience.The target is Sherlock who is also inexperienced and does not play cards according to common sense.

She is so difficult.

Anyway, now that the last thing is done, it's really time to go.As a novice, she has tried her best to do everything she can, and left this evening after dinner with Dries and colleagues in the zoo.In the last knife, she had to cut it well no matter what.

The lonely evening wind blew a slightly desolate chant in the woods behind her, and Jenny was suddenly hit by the parting pain that was rehearsed in her heart.

She was standing on the edge of the woods, Sherlock didn't chase after her, and there was nothing behind her except the desolate wind.

Didn't she say those words just to prevent him from following?But in my heart, I secretly hoped that he would follow.Humans are truly the strangest creatures in the world.She is becoming more and more human.

I don't know what Xiao Hei and Tiger King are doing at this time?After so many years, has Tiger King eaten that bite of rabbit meat?This season in London is actually very similar to their woods, but it still doesn't feel as cool and comfortable as their woods.

Jenny looked up at the night sky, and the bright moon hung above her head like a mirror, reflecting the years of the world for billions of years.

She has already experienced the spring, summer, autumn and winter in the outside world. Although parting is always sad, she certainly has a lot of happy times here. She has met so many lovely friends, and they are all very good to her. .

Sherlock is also very good to her, he just can't like her, although it's a pity, it's not his fault.

Maybe even if she goes back to the woods, she won't be able to be the kitten without any troubles before. If so, then she will be another big cat with some troubles secretly hidden in her heart.

Who in this world is not changing and growing every day?Even the little tree demon will grow one more ring this year than the previous year, so it's really not a big deal for her to have more troubles.If nothing changed, it would be a waste of her journey in the human world.

All of the above were words she used to comfort herself in the past few days, but when the parting really came, she realized that no comfort was of any use.

I remember one such night, when she sat on the platform at the top of the Avengers Building and looked at the night sky, Stark told her that sadness is easy, because sadness means surrender and abandonment.

At that time, Jenny looked at Stark deliberately with suspicion, saying such profound and philosophical words must not have been thought of by him.Stark looked at her with white eyes, an expression that didn't want to be familiar with her.

Jenny certainly knows that Stark has a deep and soft heart under his seemingly arrogant and frivolous appearance.

She just doesn't want to admit that she's sad, or that she surrendered and gave up.But she is sad, and she is also surrendering and giving up.

Although she later learned that Stark did not come up with that sentence, but a line from a movie...

"Don't you want to eat?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind, "Why don't you leave?"

……

Therefore, Jenny didn't know why Sherlock, who walked out of the woods behind her, continued to follow her all the way to the dinner table, looking like he was about to eat, and he didn't change his expression.

The place for dinner was chosen by Dries, which is said to be a very high-end Italian restaurant.Driss said that since she, a big landowner who owns a zoo, invited guests, and they invited friends who were close friends of life and death, a restaurant of this level matched her identity and the friendship between them.

Jenny has no objection, but she recalled it for a long time, and she didn't recall when she established a "life-and-death friendship" friendship with Driss.Aren't they harmonious and friendly wine and meat friends?

Jenny and Sherlock were the last to arrive. When they appeared, Dris and Rosie had already been waiting for a while, and both of them brought their families. Driss brought his younger brother Adama with Rosie. It was her old father, Benjamin.

Driss often goes to Jenny's zoo, and that brat Adama follows Driss' butt while often going to Jenny's zoo, so the two are already familiar with Rossi and Benjamin.Seeing Sherlock, the four raised their heads at the same time, focusing on his uninvited guest.

In the focus of everyone's eyes, Mr. Holmes' expression remained unchanged, and he didn't feel any embarrassment at all.He looked at both sides of the long dining table, and chose a seat very naturally.

The seat was chosen by chance, right next to Dries.

After Sherlock sat down, he looked back at Jenny who was standing still, and then at the seat opposite him.

Jenny understood that this meant letting her sit opposite him. In fact, he didn't need to signal at all. After he sat down, there was only one seat left. If she didn't sit, she would have to sit on the floor...

As soon as he was seated, Dries, who was diagonally opposite, asked Jenny with a wink in surprise: Why is he here too?

Jenny looked back at him in the same astonishment: How do I know? !

Driss glanced at her even more in surprise: If you don't know, bring him here!

Jenny also looked back at him even more surprised: I didn't bring it, he came by himself.

Driss's already big eyes are now staring like copper bells: If he wants to follow you, let him follow? !

The legs grow on him, what should I do?What's more, his legs are still so long?

Is there any necessary connection between the two?Reasonable leg length?Are my legs still long?

But your legs are not as good-looking as his.

Dries: ...

The two were staring at each other, and when Jenny felt that her eyes were about to cramp, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside her.

"In addition to the exquisite decoration, there is nothing delicious in this restaurant. The pasta is not chewy, and the tomato bolognese sauce is also disappointing. The chef who made the pizza probably couldn't tell the difference between the Neapolitan style and the Roman style. Unless you want to abuse your stomach..."

With this familiar tone and tone, you don't need to look to know who it is.

Jenny blinked her tired eyes, said "Oh", interrupted him and asked, "Then do you still eat?"

Sherlock: "..."

When ordering food, Jenny pointed to Sherlock, and said to the young waiter with a smile, "Give him some pasta and pizza."

Sherlock: "..."

To be honest, Jenny felt that the restaurant Driss chose was not as bad as Sherlock's evaluation, and he was purely looking for trouble.The only downside is that they don't sell fish and chips.

Jenny was looking through the menu in a little disappointment, when Sherlock ordered a corn chips and fried cod.

Jenny was taken aback, and closed the menu.

Potato chips and cod were served. The young waiter looked at Sherlock and Jenny, and cleverly placed the potato chips and cod in front of Jenny.

Jenny tasted it, and it was actually quite delicious.If you are not careful, you will taste it all.

When he looked up, he found that Sherlock had also eaten up the "chewy" and "disappointing" tomato pasta and pizza.

He was wearing a black suit and white shirt today. When he sat down, he unbuttoned the suit that fit him too well. His back was straight, and he always had a tough and alienated posture.But he didn't know that there was a little ketchup on the corner of his mouth at this moment, which added a little childish cuteness to his indifference and alienation.

Jenny's eyes became soft as she watched him, and the corners of her lips curved involuntarily.

She remembered that once when she was watching a movie with Mrs. Hudson, she encountered such a plot. Usually at this time, the heroine in the movie would remind the hero that there was something on his mouth, and the hero would wipe it with his hand.The routine operation is that no matter how the heroine prompts, the hero must be in the wrong place.In the end, the heroine had no choice but to help the hero wipe with a tissue, and then wiped it. When the hero and heroine looked at each other, the atmosphere changed.

I still remember that Jenny asked Mrs. Hudson if the actor had a bad brain.

Mrs. Hudson said she didn't understand, it was fun.She also said that she had to make up for it, Sherlock was hopeless, and she could still save it, otherwise the two of them would lack a lot of normal people's fun together.

Unfortunately, she left Baker Street before Mrs. Hudson could rescue her.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little regretful.

Sherlock had noticed Jenny's gaze on the corner of his lips as early as the first time, he glanced at her, and reached out to take a tissue from the dining table.Jenny watched as the snow-white tissue slipped gracefully from the corner of his lips, taking away the little bit of ketchup that made him look childish and cute.

Well, Mr. Holmes is unlikely to be out of his wits anyway.

The restaurant Dries chose is not only good for fish and chips, but also good for wine.Driss ordered a drink for every adult at the table, and when it was Jenny's turn, Driss hesitated.

The scene of Jenny looking for her tail when she was drunk last time was still vivid in his memory. Dries privately thought that Jenny looked cute when she was drunk, but...his eyes couldn't help but glance at Sherlock.

Halfway through the glance, the tall and burly Driss suddenly woke up. He was afraid of what this curly-haired detective would do.With a pat on the thigh, he proudly ordered a cup for Jenny.It's just that the pride was not thorough enough, and I ordered a glass of fruit wine for Jenny.

To Dries' surprise, the curly-haired detective didn't stop him.

Dries looked at him.

It wasn't just Driss who was looking at Sherlock, everyone at the table glanced at him now and then.There was Adama's childish glance of inexplicable hatred, Benjamin's curious glance, and Rosie's kid-like serious scrutiny.

There is also Jenny, who can't help but secretly conceives, and thinks about it carefully, and doesn't know what kind of pregnancy she is pregnant with.

Sherlock was sitting opposite her, and every time she looked up, Jenny could see clearly his light gray eyes and fair, pretty cheeks under the lashes.

After watching it once, she lowered her head and took a sip of the rum in front of her, and after watching it again, she lowered her head and took another sip.Sherlock felt that she looked like a small animal standing by the stream in the woods and licking the water with its tongue.

After a while, I licked a cup.

When Jenny licked the second cup, little friend Rossi who had been sitting quietly all night, looked at Jenny with big innocent eyes, then looked at Sherlock, and suddenly asked, "Didn't you break up?" ?"

Jenny took a sip of wine and choked down her throat, coughing up her tears.The cat is hoarse.

Driss quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over. If it weren't for the table and Sherlock, he seemed to want to reach out and pat her on the back.

Jenny thanked her hoarsely.

Sherlock also turned to look at her, with no superfluous expression on his face.After looking at it for a while, I finally remembered and took out a piece of paper and handed it to her.

After she finished coughing, Sherlock turned his gaze to Rosie, and said blankly: "To draw such a conclusion obviously shows that you don't have any ability of subtle observation and reasoning." After a pause, he added, " Jenny and I have not broken up, and we will never break up." When he said this, he glanced at Dries.

Jenny froze for a moment because of the resoluteness and determination in his tone.

Rosie scowled, folded her arms across her chest, and said, "'Forever' is a very serious word."

Sherlock said, "I know."

Rossi seemed to say something again, and Driss and Adama seemed to join in later, and Jenny didn't hear the conversation of several people at all.

She turned her head to look at the stars outside the window.

Hanging on the night sky, I couldn't tell whether it was the stars or the neon lights of the city, only those flickering lights seemed to be moving slowly at some illusory speed.

After looking at it for a while, Jenny realized in confusion that it seemed to be an airplane.

Jenny felt that she was a little drunk, otherwise why would she want to laugh and feel a little sad?

Rosie the human cub was right, "forever" is a serious word indeed.More than that, it's a heavy word.So heavy, few creatures in this world can bear it.

When did Jenny want to be with Sherlock forever?

Was it when you first found him?Or when he was found for the second time after coming back from the dead?

She couldn't remember either.But in fact, what she thinks is not "forever", but a long time.

She knew in her heart that it was impossible for them to be together forever.

They never will.

He is a human, she is a demon.

He only has a lifespan of a few decades, but as long as she doesn't mess around too much and cultivates hard, her life can probably last for thousands of years like Xiao Hei or Tiger King.

But how can decades be enough?If he died, how could they last long?

Not for long.

Thinking of this, the sadness gathered in my heart couldn't help but began to flood, like sea water rolling and stirring in my heart so painfully.In a daze, there seemed to be a hand holding her hand, which was cool and slippery.

She looked down at the hand, which was Sherlock's.So slender and good-looking.Will this beautiful hand also die with him?

It seemed that the wind had blown into her eyes, making her eyes and nose feel astringent.

She held his fingers tightly, pulled him over, looked at him a little tearfully and said, "Can you not die?"

Faced with the moisture in her eyes, Sherlock froze.

After looking at her for a while, Dingding tidied up her hair that was blown by the night wind. He nodded and said, "Okay."

But Jenny shook her head sadly.

She knew that he would still die.

Then she suddenly remembered that she was going to leave, even if he was born, aged, sick and died decades later, she would not be able to see him anymore.

You won't be sad if you don't see it.

but.

Jenny stretched out a hand to press on her chest, why is it still so uncomfortable here?

There was a cool night wind blowing past, and Jenny found out belatedly that they had left the restaurant at some point, and Sherlock was standing on the street holding her hand.Dries and the others are gone.

She blinked her confused eyes, and saw Sherlock was so close to her, quietly watching her with such serious and focused eyes, as if there were thousands of things in the world, and the world was unpredictable, and he only saw her and cared about her.

She reached out to touch his eyes.

Jenny didn't know if she was woken up by the night wind, or if she was more drunk.

"If possible," her fingers stopped at the corner of his eyes, "can you try not to hurt yourself in the future?"

Jenny asked softly.

Sherlock didn't answer immediately, but just looked at her with very heavy eyes.Jenny felt that his breathing seemed to become low and heavy.

His eyes blinked, the tip of his lashes brushing her resting fingers lightly.

After a while, he said, "If you protect me, I won't get hurt."

He said this very frankly, and he didn't feel any embarrassment in asking a "weak woman" like her for protection.

Jenny shook her head, sniffed and said, "I can't protect you anymore."

Sherlock looked into her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

why?

Those very good reasons all suddenly escaped under his gaze, and Jenny patted her forehead vigorously in a daze, as if she wanted to pat the answer out of the cat's head.

Sherlock's large palm grasped her hand, pulling her closer.He took a deep breath in the night wind, lowered his head, and let her see the emotion in his eyes.

"I don't think I've said I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "Jenny, I'm sorry for the past. I'm sorry for having to send you to America. I have to do some dangerous things alone. I can't let you go with me." His fingers, which were as cold as the night, lightly touched her cheek, "...you are lying on the hospital bed without any self-protection ability, such a thing, seeing it once is enough .”

After a pause, he continued, "You said I used to leave you behind, and I remembered some of these things. I didn't leave you, you were alone from Butts Hospital, from Scotland Yard, from restaurants you didn't know When I walked back, I was right behind you. At that time, I noticed your influence on me, and this influence would even interfere with my rigorous thinking, which made me feel a crisis..."

"And those injections and research... I just want to decipher the secrets of you. Jenny," gripping her palm became more forceful, "this is the worst thing I've ever done."

He said so many words at once, and Jenny looked at him, her brain dulled by alcohol prevented her from immediately understanding what he said, and she couldn't accurately distinguish whether the light in the depths of his pupils at this moment was remorse and sadness.

But how could he regret it?He is the proud Sherlock Holmes.

Sure enough, Jenny then heard him say, "I wouldn't say, I'd do anything if I could change the past. Because there's no such thing. I care more about the present and the future. I've never put Anyone projected into my future, but you are already here, Jenny. I don't even know how you escaped my brain's search and surveillance, and by the time I found out, you were everywhere, whether it was forgotten past, present and future.”

They were standing under a sky full of stars as he spoke these words.Jenny looked at him silently, instinctively feeling that there seemed to be something different about him.

His eyes were amazingly bright, as if all the starlight in the sky had run into his eyes.A beautiful and bright galaxy gathered in his gray pupils, and she was locked in the middle of the galaxy by him.

Jenny was thinking hard in the Milky Way, when she was everywhere, obviously she was nowhere in the year he drove her to America.

Mr. Holmes is still making his own closing statement: "So, shall we continue to quarrel? Obviously, you miss me. If you must know, well, I miss you too, perhaps more than you miss me a little."

Jenny puffed her mouth in dissatisfaction. His reluctance must not be as much as hers.She was the one who hated him the most.

Sherlock saw through her almost immediately, and he smiled under the stars, a rare, almost tender smile.

He said: "Then why don't we save each other some time and skip these meaningless disputes in the middle, anyway, we will always make up in the end." He tilted his head confidently, "I'd rather be drunk than drunk at night." I like to sleep with you in my arms." Looking at her, she asked, "Aren't you?"

She doesn't need to answer, Sherlock can get the answer from her face.

So is she.

Jenny's amber pupils seemed to have regained a little bit of emerald green under the night. She stared at him for a while, and suddenly accused: "You are seducing me."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow slightly. "I prefer to call it, 'expressing love.'"

Jenny leaned forward, arching her forehead to his chest, "It's no use trying to argue, you're just trying to seduce me."

The warm breath penetrated the thin warp and weft of the shirt fabric, and fell on his skin.

Jenny stretched her arms around his narrow waist, expertly found a comfortable position in his arms, rubbed her forehead against his chin lightly without forgetting to flatter her, closed her eyes reassuringly, and fell asleep.

There are vehicles shuttling back and forth on the street from time to time, but there is a wonderful quietness like isolation here.

Sherlock pressed his chin to the top of her head.

Jenny was right, he was seducing her.From kissing her in the morning, to looking for her in the woods, to those words just now, they were all trying to seduce her, and they were deliberately trying to lure out all the reluctance in her heart, making her reluctant to leave him.

Although he really wanted to kiss her, to find her in the woods, to say those words.

When he reached out to stop a taxi and hugged Jenny, Sherlock looked at her pale cheeks curled up in his arms, and moved his gaze upwards. An equally pale hand was very consciously placed on his neckline. On the bare skin, groping lightly from time to time.

So, who is seducing whom?

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感谢在2020-08-2421:34:24~2020-08-2512:06:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 in vain;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 28 bottles of army; 2 bottles of dada and Jin;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!