Did I grow taller today? [Zhongyingmei]

During the days in London, Miss Pepper took Ajiu to temporarily live next door to 221B Baker Street. Although it was a temporary residence, Stark's products were of good quality and the decoration was very comfortable.

The two families who are neighbors are very close, there is only a short distance in front of the door, and they can be reached in two steps.

Miss Pepper was not at home very much, and she was a little worried at first, but she was relieved when she saw that the little girl got along really well with her neighbors.

During Miss Pepper's busiest time, Ajiu always went to Mrs. Hudson's for breakfast. Mrs. Hudson had no children at home, so she liked Ajiu very much, wishing she could carry the little girl in her pocket every day.

Mrs. Hudson was still pretty, but there was a difference in the way older people liked children than young people did.

Like every ordinary grandma, Mrs. Hudson always wears a printed apron and stands gently behind the little girl. When she sees her running fast, she will remind her worriedly, "Slow down, baby."

Ajiu was a little shy at first.

The adults I met in the past also liked her very much, but most of them called her by her name, or a warm little girl or a child, like Mrs. Hudson who bites one baby... In fact, it is relatively rare .

The little girl was very shy.

Ajiu plopped onto the soft sofa, her little head sank deeply into the soft pillow, leaving only a round imprint, the little girl's ears were pointed and red, and she was a little embarrassed to hear it.

Sherlock was standing aside drinking coffee. He was tall and tall, wearing a black coat, against the light, the porcelain white cup touched his lips, and he took a small sip. This picture is indescribably beautiful.

The male god is so good-looking every day, but it's a pity that Ajiu can't see clearly when he is curled up on the sofa.

Of course, Sherlock would not let his little fans have such regrets. He walked over, stretched out a cold finger, and lightly poked the pointy red ears of the little girl.

"Not coming out, little friend?" Sherlock poked her, his voice was flat, and he seemed a little distressed when he listened carefully, "John and Mary are getting married soon, I thought you would want to help Mary see the wedding dress."

These words were very useful. The hooded boy who was still shrunk his head and refused to come out just now jumped up. Looking carefully, the redness of the powder has spread from the tips of the ears to the small face, like a big apple.

"I think Miss Mary must want me to help her look at the wedding dress, and so does Dr. Watson."

The little girl said pretending to be calm, raised her head to look at Mr. Detective, put her hands flat on her stomach, took two small steps forward reservedly, and then ran away in a hurry.

"I'm going to get a hat first!"

Mrs. Hudson has been standing aside watching, with a gentle expression on her face, while waving her hand to make people slow down, she shook her head and said with emotion: "What a cute baby.

After finishing speaking, he happily walked over and pushed Sherlock's shoulder, and said excitedly, "Did you say so, Sherlock."

"Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock bent a fake smile, sat down slowly, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, raised it up again to clink glasses with Mrs. Hudson in the air, tilted his head and said, "I think you should change it call."

"Your little baby has been an ostrich three times this week. Also, is she afraid of me?"

When Mr. Detective spoke, he kept staring at the porcelain cup in his hand, with a focused expression, and seemed not very confident in himself.

Mrs. Hudson seldom saw him like this, so she laughed when she heard the sound, quickly denied him, and said with certainty: "How could it be, Sherlock, she likes you very much, you know."

"As for why I always want to run away when I see you, it's probably...too shy."

Seeing Sherlock's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, Mrs. Hudson walked to him in surprise and sat down next to him, looked at him carefully, and finally came to a conclusion with a smile.

"Sherlock, it seems that you like little Ajiu very much." This discovery made Mrs. Hudson laugh like a child eating candy, and she reminded, "Maybe you should try to tell her."

After speaking, Mrs. Hudson smiled and picked up the small tray and left, leaving Sherlock to think for herself, but in all fairness, she was really happy for Sherlock.

Sherlock used to be smart and rational, extremely calm, but also seemed cold. Even if he improved a little after meeting Dr. Watson, he still didn't know how to communicate with others.

He always looks lonely like this.

This feeling of loneliness was especially evident after he got the news that John and Mary were going to get married. He always sat there alone thinking about something, or locked himself in the room and played the violin.

It's very worrying to see.

Not only Mrs. Hudson found out, but John and Mary were also very worried. They are kind people, and they really care about Sherlock. They always find reasons to let Mr. Detective feel his importance to people.

So apart from the likable little girl herself, there is also a reason why the people at 221B Baker Street welcome Ajiu so much.

The appearance of the little fans is really a surprise.

Her admiration and love for Sherlock are almost pure. For Mr. Detective, who is smart enough to see everything, nothing can move people more than this.

Although Sherlock didn't say anything, he accepted the child surprisingly fast. He acquiesced that she appeared in front of him, and then indulged her into his life.

The little girl was by Sherlock's side, and her undisguised love always made Mr. Detective's breath come alive, and the faint smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.

Dr. Watson and Miss Mary were almost thankful for such a change.

Sherlock was their most important friend, and they didn't want to make him feel unhappy because of their happiness on the most important day of their lives, their marriage.

Dr. Watson and Miss Mary were already waiting in the bridal shop, and Sherlock took Mrs. Hudson and Ajiu there later.

Miss Mary was standing in front of the mirror in a white gauze dress, her golden hair was loosely pulled up and adorned with beautiful flowers.

"Miss Mary."

When Ajiu saw her, she ran towards that direction, holding the corner of Mr. Detective's clothes carefully in her hand, her face was flushed, and the casual compliment of the male god when he got off the car obviously made her special Happy.

I am a lot more courageous, and I will pull the corners of people's clothes.

Sherlock didn't break free from her, but walked forward with her small strength, which can be called connivance.

The two walked up to the beautiful bride and stood still, Sherlock raised his hand to say hello, the smile on his lips was blessing and sincere.

Miss Mary seemed a little surprised. She opened her eyes slightly, and first glanced at her fiancé, Mr. Watson. After getting a positive nod, she gently covered her mouth, and it took a while to recover.

"You... are you all here?" Miss Mary first bent down and hugged the little girl, handed her the bouquet she was holding to play with, and then happily stood up and chatted with everyone.

"Yes." Mrs. Hudson came over, smiling mischievously, today is not the day for the wedding, she is still dressed beautifully and solemnly, looking at the two of them is the most sincere blessing.

"Mary must be the most beautiful bride."

"That's right." Ajiu originally blinked at the little flower in her hand, but raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes sparkled, and she said excitedly, "Sherlock also said that Miss Mary is the most beautiful bride!"

The words of the male god are absolutely right!

Ajiu's little head was originally raised high, looking very proud, but as soon as this sentence came out, it was pressed down by someone pressing her head down, and Sherlock's smirk sounded next to her ear.

"I didn't say it."

Miss Mary watched the whole process, smiling so much that she rolled her eyes, she was so cute. When she saw the little girl being gently pinched by the big detective and took her to the side to talk, she couldn't help but look at John next to her. , Puchi laughed out loud.

Sherlock the tsundere.

The author has something to say:

Thank you, little angel Ye Shu, for the land mines, ahhhh!Thank you also for the little angel of salted fish essence, little angel of sweet girlfriend, little angel of Miaozhu, little angel of Jiuqing, the nutrient solution of little angel Ning Xu Futu, thank you everyone, chirp!Sherlock's coffee is out of reach, why not make his coffee cup 233ovo

Hahaha the title says it all, don't change it, just write it down according to this development, ok, hug my little angels, chirp!

Whoops, actually, I’m also a little reluctant... Indeed, some people are too worried if they can’t write _(:з」∠)_ So I decided to write it like this, and I’ll make a power call for love until it’s over (233 what the hell is describing, Of course, I still secretly ask the interested little angels for a wave of advance receipt of new articles, this can generate electricity for love, and then it will probably depend on the data, thank you so much!)——

Finally, I really want to thank the little angels who have always supported me. My God, I feel happy when I see your messages every day, as if I have refueled, and then run towards Riwan's goal (not yet).

Anyway, thank you all so much, bow down, love you all!Today is Qixi Festival, I wish all the little fairies a happy Qixi Festival, send a rose to each person, and wish everyone happiness forever (.°3°.)