Did I grow taller today? [Zhongyingmei]

The little girl walked into 221B Baker Street, and immediately noticed Mrs. Hudson's lipstick, the ceramic teacup on the table, and Sherlock's curly hair.

Sherlock is doing surprisingly well.

Ajiu was brought over by Miss Mary holding hands, and he saw it when he raised his eyes, raised his eyebrows, moved his thin lips up and down, and was about to speak.

"Cough...cough..." Dr. Watson stood aside, and before he could speak, he coughed and reminded him softly in a drawn-out voice. He was afraid that Sherlock would not be able to stop the car if he was not paying attention, so he unceremoniously pulled out person's life.

Let her go, she's just a kid over one meter tall.

The one-meter-tall kid didn't know what earth-shattering thing he had missed. He put his hands on his chest with his eyebrows curved, and nodded in circles.

Like a cute Chinese lucky cat.

Seeing this, Sherlock smiled deliberately, flattening the corners of his lips. He walked over slowly, bent down and stretched out a cold finger, and slowly placed it in front of the little girl's eyes, with light gray pupils Staring at her, said lightly: "Ajiu."

His pupils are very light in color, like a layer of water mist floating, as clear as the spring water in the streets and squares of London, every move is full of the unique elegance of this nation, so breathtaking.

"You... hello."

Ajiu was taken aback by Xiao Xiao, and couldn't help but take a small step back. The little girl blinked her eyes, looked at the finger in front of her with some hesitation, and finally stretched out her hand tentatively, and held it carefully .

dad! !Dad, did you see it! !I hold his hand, it's cold, I'm a little happy in jio, and I can smell the little biscuits, Dad, can I stay here for two more days! ! !

"No."

Mr. Detective took a deep look at the little girl who was about to jump up with little bubbles popping out of her head, and refused with a deadpan expression, showing no mercy at all.

Although Dr. Watson, who was standing by and watched the whole time, didn't know what happened, but when he saw the little girl's expectant face suddenly froze, he burst into a "puchi" laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Sherlock slowly turned his head to look over, gave Dr. Watson a face, then squeezed a wrinkled smile, slowly pulled his fingers out, returned to the sofa and continued to flip through the newspaper .

Look at his serious appearance, but his eyes are wandering randomly on the smooth paper, and he doesn't know how much he has seen.

Mrs. Hudson walked over with a smile, carrying a small cake that had just been baked. The cake she baked was small, delicate and beautiful, fluffy and soft, exuding a rich cream flavor.

Ajiu took one, took a bite carefully, her eyes opened round and suddenly lit up, she raised her head and praised in a straightforward and pure way: "Thank you, Mrs. Hudson, it's very, very delicious."

Mrs. Hudson was delighted to hear that, raised her arms and gave the little girl a hug, then kissed her forehead lightly, saying how cute the little baby is.

In fact, she has made small cakes for many years, and Sherlock and Watson often eat them, and they will praise them appropriately, but most of them are polite, and the two men don't really appreciate such small cakes. dessert.

And the little girl next to her who lowered her head and sipped the cake, she has a pure enjoyment of delicious food, which is very touching.

Dr. Watson and his fiancée looked at each other with a smile, and took a bite of the small cake in their hands at the same time, with tenderness flowing in their eyes.

221B Baker Street has not heard such laughter for a long time. Happiness vibrates in the chest, clearing away the strangeness from afar, and sticking to the relationship that people will not change even after a long time of separation.

Ajiu has been following Dr. Watson's blog for a long time. In fact, he has only recently started to update it. For two years, this blog has been ignored by no one, nor by his master.

Because the most powerful man is gone.

He was like an indispensable pillar in this house. After he left, the room didn't collapse, but it suddenly became precarious, and people didn't know how to support it.

Dr. Watson didn't write much about his thoughts on this aspect, but he didn't think it would be very good, so he simply stopped mentioning it. Even if he started blogging again recently, he didn't mention the things of those two years at all.

But Ajiu still remembers that after she discovered this blog, she read it line by line, and saw a very short sentence in the place where the blog was suspended for two years.

【He's gone, but I'm waiting for him to come back. 】

Since then, it has not been updated, and that person has not come back, so he really did not post anything again.

After chatting with Dr. Watson, Ajiu found out that at that time Watson didn't know that Sherlock was not dead. He was in pain and sadness, and he was looking forward to a miracle, that sentence.

It was a very touching sentence, and it was also about a particularly touching friendship. Ajiu always thought that the person who can make people miss him so much must be a very attractive person, at least he is not bad.

So such a person should not have the heart to let people live on the street... right_(:з」∠)_

While thinking about it, Ajiu walked over with his hands behind his back, poked his head to look at Mr. Detective, who was still reading the newspaper, and after confirming that his breath was actually very gentle, he sat down on the sofa.

dad! !I'm sitting next to him, we're sitting on a sofa, did you see that? ! !

The little girl's eyes were full of smiles, and the happiness was too obvious for Sherlock to ignore, so Mr. Detective raised his eyebrows, put the newspaper on his lap, and looked over.

"You..." He crossed his arms, looked a little interested, and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at Ajiu, looking for a suitable explanation.

"You have a crush on me?" The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, his voice was elegant and charming in the British style, his tone sounded light, and he looked into people's eyes with a little inquiring, and said bluntly, "Or, do you like me very much? "

Hearing this, Ajiu first raised her head to look at Sherlock, as if to see his appearance clearly, then lowered her head and thought about it for a while, and said happily: "Yes, I like it very much."

The answer is clearly on the lips, and it will slip out if you don't pay attention. The moment of lowering your head to think about it should match the seriousness of the answer.

Sherlock was very satisfied with this answer, and he didn't ask why, but pursed his lips and smiled, raised his cold hand for the first time, and placed it lightly on top of Ajiu's head.

Mr. Detective rubbed the little girl's fluffy hair, as if he was comforting a soft little rabbit. He originally wanted to rub it and then left, but suddenly remembered something, curled his slender fingers slightly, and covered it again.

Feels good.

Ajiu was already stunned.

The little girl kept spinning the groundhog and screaming in her heart, and the excited groundhog jumped to a height of three meters.She faced Sherlock with a strange, completely different emotion from her father and uncles.

Before that, Sherlock had never appeared in her life. He neither lived with her old father nor communicated with Dr. Watson. He was like a picture on the wall to Ajiu. painting.

It is exquisite, delicate to touch, but extremely attractive.

There is such a kind of person, extremely intelligent, powerful and charming, who is only active on TV and newspapers, attracting countless small audiences who sit eagerly in front of the screen.

Sherlock is like this, he just stands in front of the camera, puts a hat on himself casually, and then there are overwhelming stories about his heroic deeds, attracting people's attention and pulling people's emotions.

Regardless of age, regardless of country, whether it is Dr. Watson or Ajiu.

Ajiu sat on the sofa with flushed cheeks, like a big cramped apple. The little girl saw the living male god, and the other party even touched her head. At this time, she was almost crazy.

The author has something to say:

Thank you, little angel Ye Shu, for mine, Jiumi!Thank you, little angel, little angel, little angel, little angel Dalabangba, little angel Xiaoxiaoni, little beanbag little angel with sticky mouth, little shadow angel who is too lazy to name, little angel Taoshoushen, in the dream Hualuo met your little angel, and was addicted to the nutrient solution of the altar water little angel, so what! !

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Then the editor told me yesterday that this article can probably be v, but it needs to be changed, that is, either change it or continue writing like this or get rid of it, and then I said yesterday that I will continue writing without changing it, and I am very firm...

Then when I read the article today, I saw a wife who was struggling with whether to use v, so I was also struggling. Zhenxiang warned QAQ that if you want to generate electricity for love, you can write it down like this. I was particularly entangled... I went to ask the editor again, probably because if I changed it, I couldn't have the plot of the movie, and changed it to something related to the United States and manga. The characters after 1968 could not appear like that, and then I was infinitely entangled... ah ah ah Ahhh, the mood is so complicated that I am bouncing around_(:з」∠)_