My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Watson always got up a little bit annoyed when he got up, which was slightly corrected after marriage; while his friends usually got up later if they had nothing to do.

In the restaurant of the hotel that day, he saw his friend reading the newspaper refreshedly.

"When did you come back last night?" Watson yawned sleepily.

"To be exact, it was early this morning," he said with a smile, "after all, we won't be in Kent for long, and I must be racing against time."

"Oh, my God, it doesn't sound like you said it." Watson wanted to show more surprise, but he had been so surprised these days that he was numb, unless the two were kissing in front of him at this moment, the rest He was sure that he would not change his face on any occasion.

"You seem to adapt quickly." There was no surprise effect, Sherlock was a little disappointed, but he took it for granted - after all, they have a compatible aura.

"Then when will you go back to London?" Watson didn't even bother to ask, and then asked, "I'm afraid if I don't go back, my neighbors will take over the clinic completely."

"I sent a telegram to Mycroft early this morning, ah--haven't I introduced him yet, Mycroft is my brother," Sherlock typed a patch without haste, "Maybe wait two or three days Well, I can retire after the news of the engagement is spread in a small area."

The corners of his mouth were slightly bent, thinking of his girl in his arms sternly refusing to give him the letter in advance - that was originally written for him.

"So you accepted that she might get engaged?" Watson didn't know whether to gossip about how his friend has an older brother, or focus on another point.

"Ah, I do feel a little nervous," the detective was very blunt at the moment, "but she has promised me enough, and I can't go any further."

He paused: "My friend, would you like to accompany me to Grange Manor later?"

Watson glanced at his watch: "I don't think any jazz welcomes guests who arrive at eight o'clock in the morning. I would rather go to the Othella Clinic for academic exchanges."

"Doctor Watson, I feel that you are quite resentful." Sherlock asked knowingly.

"Yes, Mr. Holmes, yes," Watson asserted gruffly. "If you remember, I was only recently married, and I have been away from home for nearly two weeks now."

"Ah, I have never understood your mood like this moment," the detective shrugged, "I promise that we can return to London together for up to three days to track the second half of the case. These three days are just enough for you and Oser Ask the doctor to have a good conversation."

"Is that so, but I'm afraid I'm looking forward to Dr. Hurston's clinical experience." He provoked deliberately.

"That's a pity, my friend, for these three days she belongs to me." The detective replied with a smile of triumph.

Small talk was small talk, and at nine o'clock Watson agreed to his friend's request to visit Grange Manor.

This time was different from last time, he was quite relaxed, and he could even enjoy the view of his Grange estate.The villa is not high, but the area is very large. It looks very Italian from the front. The elm trees on both sides are green in the new spring. The old trees should also sprout new shoots in this season. The air is full of moist earth. Everything is wonderful .

This time they still met Jazz smoothly.

Sir Brackenstadt was evidently less haughty in the presence of Sherlock than he had been with Watson alone.

"I was entrusted by my brother to come to visit." Sherlock really practiced the etiquette, but never made a mistake, "I hope the affairs of the manor will go well."

"Everything is fine," Brackenstadt offered his right hand. "Brother Ling seems to be getting busier recently? I heard the news of his promotion from a friend."

Sherlock thought to himself, I haven't even asked about his rank change.

"But thanks to the Prime Minister's attention," he said humbly on behalf of his brother, "he was able to use some cleverness."

Brackenstor laughed: "You are not exactly the same as Brother Ling, but I can see traces of your origin."

His smile was filled with elder-like tolerance: "I know that Miss Hudson is your fiancee. She has suffered a lot living here alone. Layburn's care for her has exceeded the limit a little. I apologize in advance."

At the mention of the subject, Watson cast a cautious sideways glance at his friend, but Sherlock's expression remained unchanged.

"Sir, you have provided so much money for her career, it doesn't matter if you take care of her on weekdays," he defined this kind of care as care after investment, "I also need to thank you for the help you have provided Annie, which is very important to her. Very important."

"Yes, Miss Hudson is quite talented in medicine," Brackenstower obviously heard his voice outside the screen, "I intended to give it away, but the benefits she brought were greater than I imagined, And she herself is so not greedy for money, she only cares about the technology of curing diseases and saving lives."

Speaking of this, Jazz couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid you don't know, all the maids in my room have rushed to her clinic, hoping to become her right-hand man like Joanna."

The arc of Sherlock's smile was wider than before, how could he not be proud of her.

"Yes, Anne has always been—" He paused, "so charming."

Sir looked at the young detective: "I've read about you in the newspaper, so I think you're a good match."

He had some emotions: "You are very lucky to have a career you love, a wonderful fiancée, and a loyal friend."

Without denial or condescension, Sherlock made a compliment or two about his career, which brought the Sir to a satisfied grin.

"About the engagement—" Sir asked seemingly casually.

Watson quietly glanced at his friend's expression, but the friend's expression didn't seem to change.

"Prepare as usual," said Sherlock calmly. "I'll be back before then—on the first of May, isn't it?"

Several people exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the cup of black tea was drained, and Jazz got up lazily: "I forgot, Miss Hudson happened to be discussing some clinic matters with Layburn, it's over there in the garden, Shall I ask the maid to lead you there?"

Sherlock was not surprised, and nodded affirmatively.

After the maid left, Watson asked Sherlock in a low voice, "Did you know that Miss Hudson was here?"

Sherlock nodded slightly: "I'm not interested in visiting Sir."

His gaze had already locked on Laiburn and Adlia who were not far away. Although he already knew that Adelia had come to refuse, he was still slightly displeased when he saw this scene.

"So why should I come?" Watson questioned soulfully.

"It's just that they're walking, and it's a little strange if I'm the only one following them." Sherlock's voice was almost squeezed out, and he couldn't hear it unless he listened carefully.

When Layburn saw Adelia early in the morning, he felt a little uneasy, always worried that she was coming to say goodbye, but he secretly listened to the conversation between his father and her for a while, and she was still talking about the affairs of the clinic, which made him feel a little relieved Come.

But later, when Adelia offered to take a walk with him, his premonition became more and more serious.

The garden scenery that he loved in the past was dimmed in his eyes. He and the girl he liked walked slowly in it. He wanted her to hold his arm, but he was afraid of being abrupt. I don't like physical contact.

Except that time when she took the initiative to throw herself into someone else's arms, and then took his hand and came to him.

Thinking of this, he felt a little depressed.

Adelia was also mulling over her words.

The two of them walked around the small garden quietly for a long time, and Layburn even hoped that this silence would not end, and it was fine for her not to hold him - as long as she didn't reject him or leave.

"We've been quiet for half an hour, chubby," Adelia said gently, "It seems that the exercise during that time was not in vain. If it was before, you should be sitting on the ground and begging me not to leave now."

Laiburn thought, I also want to sit on the ground now, please don't go.

But he couldn't say it.Only vaguely sure.

Adelia was worrying about what to say next, but he took the initiative to speak.

"Actually, I really look forward to going back to that time." His voice was very low, and he always lost his confidence in front of her.

"That's too tiring, even if I ride a bicycle, I feel tired," Adelia laughed out loud, "I still prefer my current life."

"Then will you stay in Kent?" A little hope rose in his heart.

Only now did Adlia believe that what Sherlock said yesterday for a long time about Xiaopang's infidelity was indeed true.She is always less sensitive to the emotional changes of her friends, because she is familiar enough, so it is natural enough.What's more, the two of them were regarded as doctors and patients at the beginning, so it was even more difficult for her to guess the changes in that respect.

"Rayburn," she said earnestly, "I'm sorry I didn't find out about your—"

She considered the words: "Emotional changes, I never realized that you would have some pursuit of love for me."

Laiburn smiled awkwardly, but the corners of his eyes drooped like a sad puppy, even Adelia couldn't bear to see it.

"Rhea," he called her name. He already knew it wasn't her real name, but it belonged to him. "No one can get close to you and not fall in love with you."

"Lebone, not all emotions, the emotions between men and women are love," she said sincerely, "I just happened to accompany you through a difficult period of life, and there are more beautiful things in your future , I would like to bless you as a friend."

Layburn's blond hair, like the corners of his mouth, drooped sadly. He tilted his head, and he could see the girl he liked was thinking about how to reject him without hurting his feelings.

"Is my liking bothering you?" he asked softly.

"To be precise, I'm a little confused." Adlia chose words carefully. "Like, love, itself is a confusing proposition, and I can't figure it out myself."

She didn't condescendingly refuse, or define anything, but calmly told him about her own changes: "I gave up love on my own initiative, and I never even lacked fantasies about love—just like the fawns bumping around in novels, I never had a similar idea. I tried to put myself in the heroine's situation, and I thought, ah, if it were me, it might be appreciation, or becoming a friend."

She thought for a while: "Maybe it can't be called love. I am slow and resistant to emotion itself. I hope everything will develop smoothly. Don't be overly aggressive or depressed."

Who made that detective always drag her, stimulate her senses, and force her to be active together? Thinking of this, she felt a little helpless.

"So he impressed you?"

"Yes, it's domineering." A smile naturally flowed from her eyes.

"Until one day I suddenly had some random thoughts, sweet and pleasant, uneasy, jealous, and even obscene," she was really embarrassed when she said the last word, but she chose to be frank after all, " I enjoyed every moment with him, and even though we weren't thinking about each other at that moment, I thought, I'm sure there was only each other."

"Then why don't you come back to him?" He looked at the girl he admired, but who cared about his love for others.

"I'll be back—just not yet," she smiled.

Layburn lowered his head, and carelessly scratched his originally meticulous hair.He said in his heart, but why don't I treat you like this.

But she looked different, he had never seen her like this before, and it belonged to someone else.

The gentleman lady in front of her walked slowly up again, they seemed to be still chatting and did not notice the detective behind her.

Watson had no choice but to take a walk with the detective. Not too far away, he couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "You don't want to listen to them. You can't hear them clearly here."

Holmes held up his forefinger to silence him.

After a long time, he showed a smug smile: "I can hear you clearly."

The author says:

Old Fu: good ears, don't cue

Let's go sweet all the way, lie down, I don't want to write the case anymore, who is Milverton, I don't know (no)

感谢在2022-01-1923:13:52~2022-01-2022:15:56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 little dongdong;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：忆雨15瓶；酸菜同志、入梦难醒10瓶；伊漮7瓶；差三斤二两七钱3瓶；Caius、艺艺1瓶；

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