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One day after a long time, 221B Baker Street...

The gentle evening wind blows gently.

A desk lamp that is incompatible with the decoration of the house is quietly isolated on the fireplace.

The lampshade of the desk lamp is made of paper, with two opposite maple leaves embossed on the front, this is a lampshade with obvious Chinese characteristics...

Sherlock moved the desk to the living room. Some documents were scattered on the desk, and he was concentrating on typing on the computer keyboard.

A marker pen on the table slowly rolled towards the edge of the table, and when it was about to fall, Sherlock caught it without looking back!

Not long after, the marker rolled to the edge without giving up, and Sherlock quickly caught it again...

After going back and forth like this for countless times, Watson, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his head helplessly.

"Sherlock, can't you put your pen away?"

"it is good……"

With Sherlock's promise, Watson continued to browse Weibo with the computer in his arms.

Not long after, a cup rolled slowly in front of Watson.

This white cup was obviously the one he bought for Sherlock yesterday.

He got up to pick up the glass, smiled and said to Sherlock, "Are you trying to break the glass again?"

Sherlock raised his head, looked at Watson innocently, then shook his head slowly: "...No."

"Then can you put the cup well, don't put everything on the edge of the table, it's easy to fall off."

"I really don't!"

Watson looked up at Sherlock, and walked to his side with his mouth pursed.

"Well...you did not put the cup on the table, otherwise it would definitely break at this height...then why did you put the cup on the ground and roll around?"

Sherlock stood up and looked at Watson with a smile: "Don't you know?"

"what?"

Watson watched Sherlock walk into the bedroom with a puzzled expression.

Today's Sherlock is very strange. I have lived with him for ten years. In the past ten years, Sherlock has basically not changed. He is investigating the case as before, but his diet has finally become regular...

"Ding dong—" There was a reply on Weibo, and Watson checked it immediately.

Maybe it's another case. Over the past ten years, I have devoted myself to being a good assistant and constantly looking for cases for Sherlock. Whenever I see the smile on Sherlock's face, it is the happiest thing!

Mycroft: [John, is Sherlock in a good mood today? 】【What?Why is he bad?Anyway, he is happy when there is a case. 】【But today is Valentine's Day! 】

【Valentine's Day? 】

Watson smiled in disbelief, and continued to browse Weibo.

I don't think that Sherlock needs Valentine's Day. For him with a case, every day is Valentine's Day... And he always disdains all kinds of feelings, just take this desk lamp...

Suddenly, the gently shaking curtain brought his thoughts back to three years ago.

Watson and Sherlock came to Miao Village in China specially for a case.

The stilted buildings built on the mountain, the misty valley, the blue tiles, and the silver ornaments all over the street, all complement each other under the warm sunshine.

Watson's body couldn't help trembling slightly. Although this is a parallel time and space, seeing such a similar hometown, the emotion in it is self-evident.

"What's wrong with you?" Sherlock was keenly aware of Watson's emotional changes.

"fine."

"It's better to go shopping first, and you won't find any clues in a while."

Watson nodded absently.

In a shop, Watson took a fancy to an orange-red handmade lampshade.

This kind of national flavor is worth remembering!

Sherlock curled his lips and said, "You're not going to take this home, are you? That would ruin the overall style too much."

"You think your skeleton, your chemical experiment equipment, won't spoil the style?"

"...what's the matter with you today?"

Watson was stunned, sighed, and turned to pay.

"I... sorry, I'm not in a good mood."

Inexplicably, Sherlock took the lampshade in Watson's hand and looked at it carefully for a while: "I still don't think it looks good."

"Sherlock, I'll sit over there, you go shopping first!"

Watson trudged toward a canal.

The river was rushing, beating the embankment heavily, and the splashed water turned into white waves. The sound of people coming and going almost drowned out the sound of the waves...

This is a parallel time and space, not the real China, it should be said, not my original home...

There is a smell of maltose in the wind, and it comes from the vendors not far ahead, and even the wind is warm... However, London is always cloudy and rainy.

She stayed here for Sherlock, but now she doesn't know where she belongs!

Suddenly, a black stone appeared in a wave in the middle of the canal.

Stone?No……

"Sherlock, what are you doing in the water?"

Watson immediately took off his shirt, jumped into the water, and swam towards Sherlock with all his might.

The water around Sherlock was dyed a faint red, and the air was full of the familiar smell of blood, while he was struggling up and down on the water surface.

"Sherlock!" Watson yelled in panic.

Then he dives into the water and sees Sherlock wrestling a man.

The man attacked Sherlock's abdomen with a scimitar, and Sherlock narrowly avoided the blow by rising through buoyancy.

Watson immediately swam over and hugged the man desperately, Sherlock took the opportunity to kick the man.

Surrounded by red blood, Watson's vision was blurred, and he couldn't judge Sherlock's position.

Sherlock is hurt?How can Sherlock be hurt, soulless!

Watson tightly wrapped his arms around the man's neck. Suddenly, the man swung the scimitar in his hand and cut Watson's arm...

Holding his breath to the limit, Watson had no choice but to let go of the man and floated to the surface.

"John, leave quickly." Sherlock took Watson's arm and swam to the shore with all his strength.

Watson looked angrily at the direction in which the man was running away, and immediately wanted to break free from Sherlock's hand.

"John, I'm fine. I'm not injured. Let's go ashore first."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson finally came to his senses.

After a while, the two swam to the shore, and Watson and Sherlock lay flat on the ground, letting the hot sun dry them out.

"You lied, you were hurt." Hua looked at Sherlock angrily and said.

Sherlock raised his right palm helplessly, sucked a few mouthfuls of blood into his mouth, and then spat it out fiercely.

"The wound is not big, but it's a bit deep."

Watson got up immediately, and took out a sealed bag from his arms, which contained gauze and some first-aid medicine.

Over the years, I have become an excellent surgeon. This has to be said to be due to Sherlock. In order to prevent various accidents, all first aid supplies are packed in sealed bags and are always on the body.

Looking at the hideous wound, he couldn't help but beat the ground fiercely: "Damn it."

"John..."

Watson lowered his head and carefully wrapped the gauze around Sherlock, "What?"

"Every time you see me hurt, you lose your mind, I mean it's not good..."

Watson was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly, he slapped Sherlock hard: "Then don't get hurt all the time!"

"Oh! Don't vent your anger on me, I'm hurt now... and... I want to say, this is not good for you, but, I am very touched! I appreciate your loyalty very much." Saying, Sherlock pulled from his coat Inside, he took out a lampshade that was soaked in water.

"Why do you still keep it?" Watson was taken aback, then took the lampshade.

"I thought you wanted it. I wouldn't have picked it up if I had known."

"...You mean, you got hurt just to pick this up?"

"never……"

Watson's expression changed, and he looked sharply into Sherlock's eyes. After a while, Sherlock was defeated.

"Well, that was just a mistake."

……

Back in London, the lampshade was still in Sherlock's suitcase, and Watson barely recognized what it was when he was sorting his clothes.

The crumpled lampshade was just lying on the fireplace. Watson was reluctant to throw it away, but he didn't dare to hang it up either.

Because there was a smear of blood behind the lampshade, it was Sherlock's blood...

One day, Sherlock hung up the lampshade.

He smiled and said to John: "In this way, no one will say that I always bully you."

"Sherlock, you are like a tsundere cat."

"Where is it like?"

"What's not like?"

"..."

Watson's thoughts slowly returned to 221B Baker Street. He got off the sofa and came to the desk lamp.

There are two maple leaves in front of the lampshade, and a black cat in the back, which I drew at the time.

He turned the desk lamp over, but froze in place...

A cute yellow puppy stood next to a black cat, and the blood stain turned into the sun in the sky!

Suddenly, a melodious violin sounded slowly...

Watson pushed open the bedroom door and saw Sherlock with his back turned to him, pulling a melody he had never heard before.

He approached step by step, gently wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist from behind.

"This piece doesn't sound like your style."

Sherlock smiled and said, ""The Concerto of Love", I thought you would like it!"

"Pfft—" Watson couldn't help laughing: "A gift for Valentine's Day?"

"Then give me what?"

Watson was stunned for a moment, and said slowly, "Forever."

Sherlock put down the violin, put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, and said seriously: "Me, too!"

Watson held Sherlock's hand, and the two intertwined their fingers...

Even if you falter, even if your temples are gray, even if you may be too old to remember me... I will still stand by your side, my faith and my love!

Because of you, I have my own belonging, even the rainy London is so lovely!

Sherlock seemed to understand everything in Watson's eyes, and nodded heavily: "Me, too!"

……

The gentle evening wind continued to blow the lamp on the fireplace...