My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

The Cornish Peninsula does have a beautiful ocean style, in addition, there are some stories of seafarers who died, and mysterious ancient texts.

Adelia thought she would be a little embarrassed to ride with Sherlock, but Sherlock was so natural—they sat shoulder to shoulder, his hand still holding his cane, and he cocked his head as he spoke. One up.

She also finally found some rhythm in her daily conversations.

"Your trip was really not in vain," she couldn't help laughing when she heard him say that she also got souvenirs, "cases, words, beautiful scenery, souvenirs - return with a full load."

Sherlock tilted his head to look at her, as naturally as every time they shared a ride: "Indeed, it's the right decision."

In addition to cases, beautiful scenery, souvenirs, and wonderful accidents.

Perhaps still taking care of Adlia's "masculine image", Sherlock didn't really help her with her luggage on the train.The two people who had been bouncing on the carriage for a long time were also exhausted, and neither of them took the initiative to speak.

The returning train, the gradually falling night, the starry sky.The mood of the two of them seemed to have changed a little from when they came.

In the night, the grasslands are still grasslands, and the hills are still hills. Adlia clearly realizes that she is still controlled by her emotions-but she seems to be able to accept this.

The gentleman sitting across from her had already fallen asleep, she stared at him for a moment in a daze, her heartbeat and tenderness came at the same time, and there was also a smile that she hadn't noticed.She also gradually became sleepy.

Forget it, don't think about it.

What men and women, what jobs and changes, everything will happen naturally.

A little snow fell on January [-]th. Adlia stretched out her hand out of the window, and the snow melted quickly on her fingertips. It was so cold that she silently retracted her hand and closed the window.

Sherlock looked at the man wrapped in a quilt in the living room, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you sure you haven't changed your clothes yet?"

She seems to have become a little bit more delicate, and what's worse, he only seems to think it's cute.

"It's so cold, I don't even want to go out," she sighed pretending to be old-fashioned, "Why don't you go and listen?"

Sherlock was wearing a scarf. Hearing this, he paused, took off the scarf and walked to her side. He looked at her as if evaluating the volume and weight of some product.

Adelia was looked a little hairy.

"Your clothes are in the room?" he asked gentlemanly.

Adelia was stunned, and looked at him: "Ah? Yes."

He smiled and said, "Are you sure you don't want to leave the quilt and go to the room to change?"

Adelia always felt that the other party had some conspiracy, but she didn't react for a while, so she nodded.

In the next second, the boxer, the fencer, and the future First Detective of Great Britain bowed slightly in front of her and tucked her quilt: "I'm offended."

Then in the next second, the person and the quilt were carried up.

Adelia almost screamed: "My shoe—the shoe fell off!"

"Ah, it's a bad habit to change your slippers when you enter the house," he said sarcasticly, "but you should be lucky that you have a good roommate."

He pushed open the door of her room not very gently and carried her to the bed, and threw the suit behind the door onto the bed.

"Don't throw your outside clothes on the bed—" she broke down.

"But you haven't worn it—" he dragged his tone, and finally revealed some mischievous true colors, "You brought it new on purpose, I know."

He bowed with a smile and an apology, and then went out and even brought her slippers in: "So, Adrian, I'm afraid you don't have any more excuses to refuse, and you don't want to change your clothes and go out?"

Adelia smiled half-heartedly: "How dare I refuse the great detective's invitation, otherwise he would roughly pick me up and throw me on the bed."

Nonsense, he obviously moved very gently.

But Sherlock didn't expose his angry friend. Perhaps she was getting more and more real, which was what he wanted to see. He showed a slightly regretful expression: "Really? I expected you to go out like this, and then we two The one that made the headlines together—”

"Go out!" She raised her voice, "I need to change my clothes."

After Adelia made up her mind to go out, she moved very quickly. She was still hesitating whether to wear new clothes, but since he found out, she didn't hesitate at all, and put on the new clothes——Smith's design As always, it is in line with her aesthetic preferences, but this time it seems that there are more elegant waist designs and dark pattern embroidery on the cuffs.After wearing it, I can't wait to put all the heavy clothes on my body.

It's not new clothes for him, but just picked up by passing by Smith.

As for wearing so much, it's not to cover up the fact that I'm wearing new clothes, it's just that it's really cold.

Thinking of this, she put on her scarf and gloves again.

By the way, this dark green scarf was a Christmas present from the great detective. Adlia disliked it a bit too long, but it was indeed soft and comfortable.

It's strange, obviously I didn't wear such tight clothes in previous winters.

When the door of the room was pushed open, Sherlock led Shilling up and waited for her by the fire, seeing a slight expression of satisfaction on the back of her scarf.

"Are pets allowed at the concert?" she asked.

"Of course not, I just brought him up to meet it—" He had always said that Adlia was Shilling's father before, but it was inappropriate to say so now, "Parents, after all, after returning from the Cornish Peninsula, a certain Nobody walks it again."

He said "parents".

Adelia didn't notice the little game of words, and took off the gloves to snore Shilling's hair again, and got a cute rub.

"I'll take you out to play when it's warmer."

It must be said that she was much gentler to Shilling than to herself.Sherlock thought aimlessly.

Shilling's ears pricked up, and his tail wagged even more at the word out to play.Adelia laughed and rubbed its little ears: "Do you just want to go out and play?"

She regretted not bringing a shilling with her when she went to the Cornish Peninsula. The countryside is obviously more suitable for medium-sized dogs.

"I'll take you with me next time I go out to play."

She stood up and handed the shilling to Mrs. Hudson downstairs.

"Are you going out to a concert together?" Mrs. Hudson was also dressed very warmly, knitting a sweater by the fire.

"Ah, yes, it's a Christmas present," she said, bending over Mrs. Hudson. "I've got yours in the house."

Mrs. Hudson smiled kindly: "I've seen it a long time ago - what a lovely teapot, enjoy your time."

Adelia inexplicably felt a sense of guilt for going out to play with her friends and ignoring the parents at home, and kissed her aunt's side face.

Mrs. Hudson didn't care about this, she stroked Adlia's hair affectionately: "Go now."

She also gave Sherlock a playful smile.

Ah, Mrs. Hudson is forever young.

Sherlock helped Adelia into the car: "To be honest, you do wear a little too much."

"Are you disliking me for sinking?" Adlia hit the weight radar, "I didn't ask you to help me."

The coin in the pocket decided not to give him.

"Well, I missed the exclusive tip because of my negligent remarks." He rolled over into the car and grabbed the blanket from her to share with himself. "I didn't expect you to care about weight."

"I don't care!" She gritted her teeth, "I also think I'm too thin, and I should gain a little weight."

"Well, I think so too." He said seriously.

I don't know who laughed first, Sherlock slowly hummed the slow version of "Song of the Wanderer" in a down-key.

"Sarasate will cry if he hears you hum the song of the homeless in such a euphoric tune." Adlia felt a little brainwashed as she listened.

"I'm happy because I want to hear him live, and he must understand." He said.

"Your excuses are a bit too much."

"I'm not making an excuse, Adrian."

Arrived at the destination, Adelia looked at the door of the church, the crowd was in all directions, lively and cold.

"I don't really have much appreciation for the arts," she muttered.

He deliberately pretended to be deaf and dumb: "Aren't you always good at drawing?"

"Prohibition of yin and yang." She imitated his tone.

After thinking about it, she laughed again: "I don't care how weird you are, anyway, you are not allowed to laugh at me when I fall asleep later."

"So what do you need is a wake-up call service, or a carriage service?" He received a blank stare from his friend, and pretended to be serious, "In order not to catch a cold, I suggest you choose the former."

The two checked their tickets and entered the arena. Adlia whispered, "I've never been to a concert before. There shouldn't be any special rules, right?"

Sherlock laughed: "Be confident, you are buying a VIP ticket. Besides, there are only you and me in the box, and no outsiders will laugh at you."

"You mean you're going to laugh at me?"

"How dare I?"

The sad lyrical ditty was played slowly, and everything seemed to be quiet.Adelia suddenly understood why Sherlock was so fascinated by Sarasate's concert, even a person like her who didn't understand music was so drawn emotionally. The music constructed pictures in her mind, and she seemed to be wandering. The gypsy, passing by the window intersections, is like a seagull without purpose, and runs to the next dock for some reason. Sometimes she does not feel the cold and heat, but is extremely afraid of indifference, walking alone in the long and exhausting on the road.

"Holmes?" she whispered suddenly to her friend.

After Sherlock found that Adlia was not completely at a loss as she said, she settled down and enjoyed the music—except for "Song of the Wanderer", this concert was mostly French or Italian. He prefers German repertoire, which he thinks can inspire deep thinking.It's just that tonight he doesn't want to think, he just wants to get drunk.He seems to have fallen into romantic fantasies with the beautiful and elegant music, but he can always hear the subtle calls of his friends.

"Bored?" He looked at her.

"No," she smiled, "I just think it's a good experience to come to the concert."

The detective seemed to think that she disturbed his concentration experience, so he gave her a sideways look and ignored her.But in her eyes, this disgusting gesture was actually kind of cute and kind.

Like a gypsy, there is no point in exploring why wandering, she thinks everything is fine now.

The author says:

January [-]th is Lao Fu's birthday!Reward Lao Fu and adr to listen to the concert together, hey!

adr: I don’t know if it’s love, but I went to a concert with him, and I bought new clothes, eh.

ps, the scarf is the style that the detective picked according to his own scarf, the color is the color of her eyes, he loves her so much (strike out

In addition, my buddy complained a lot before, and the current situation is especially like a meme. Lao Fu compared his heart and adr gave him a thumbs up. I almost laughed out loud.

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