save Sherlock

The sun near noon squeezed in from the small window in the attic, and it literally sprinkled the light on the bed...

Watson rubbed his eyes, sat up slowly, raised his hands to support his neck and turned back and forth. After stretching for a while, he finally lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as I came to the living room, I saw Sherlock lying on the sofa in a suit, holding the phone in his hand and shaking it back and forth.

Watson walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a carton of milk: "Are you going out?"

"I'm waiting for Moriarty."

Watson walked to the sink and took a look, then looked at the trash can in the kitchen, frowned and walked into the living room: "You haven't eaten?"

Sherlock glanced at Watson, raised the corner of his mouth indifferently: "I don't eat when I'm working."

"Did you lose your memory when you said that?"

"what?"

"Every time it is ready and brought to your mouth, you will eat it as well."

"Really?" Sherlock held up the phone with both hands, put it directly above, stared at the screen of the phone and said anxiously: "You also know that you did it well."

Watson gave Sherlock a blank look, turned around and walked into the kitchen to open the cupboard, then froze in place... A few seconds later, he sighed, turned and returned to the living room helplessly: "There is nothing at home."

"um, yes."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Aren't you my butler?"

"Pfft—" Watson couldn't help laughing, he looked at Sherlock helplessly: "You want me to take care of you forever?"

Sherlock paused, then sat up suddenly, stared at Watson and said, "Didn't you agree?"

"It's a good deal... But I've been thinking recently that I should go out and find a job. Since I want to stay, I have to enjoy life."

"But your interest is not to follow me to investigate the case?"

"You don't always have cases, and...you can't support me."

"Are we short of money?"

"Since when have you cared about money?"

Sherlock slowly looked away, looked at the fireplace and thought for a while, suddenly he raised his eyebrows, stood up slowly, and then walked into the room...

After a while, Sherlock came out with a few dusty bank cards: "Some clients insist on paying me."

Watson blinked puzzledly, looked at Sherlock: "What?"

Sherlock unfolded seven or eight bank cards, pointed at them and blew a breath, immediately kicked up a lot of dust...

"Ahem——" The dust rushed towards him, causing Watson to cough uncontrollably: "What are you doing?"

"Here you are." Sherlock handed the bank card to Watson, then smiled.

Watson froze for a moment, and was even more at a loss when he saw Sherlock's smile...

No matter how you look at it, this feeling of a child offering a treasure is wrong!

He said dumbfoundedly: "These cards cost a lot of money just to open an account, and you really treat money like dung."

"Is there anything wrong?" Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of his suit pants and said with a faint smile, "Anyway, you are the housekeeper."

Watson curled his lips, with a smug smile: "Thank you for your trust."

"You're welcome." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looked down at his toes and said, "Let's go out to eat."

"it is good."

"Ding dong—" just as he was speaking, the phone rang, and Sherlock immediately looked down.

"Moriarty?"

The corners of Sherlock's mouth slowly raised, and he said excitedly: "Hmm..." Suddenly, his expression changed, and he frowned and said, "But he said he can't let you participate."

"What?" Watson immediately said angrily, "This bastard has the ability to fight head-on!"

Sherlock stared blankly at the phone screen, pursed his lips, and then put the phone back in his trouser pocket: "Go to Mycroft."

"What?" Watson's eyes widened in surprise.

"This is a game between me and him. You go and investigate Mycroft's case."

"You can't do this, Sherlock!"

Sherlock pursed his lips and smiled, and said calmly, "I'm going to have a real fight with him, and you'd better watch from the sidelines, understand?"

"Are you afraid that I will spoil your fun?" Watson closed his eyes and let out a breath, and quickly calmed down: "Okay... I won't interfere, but let me stay by your side, okay?"

"I also really want to eat your cooking, but...if I'm in danger, will you intervene?"

"of course."

"That's why I won't let you participate."

"why?"

"A little bit of danger is stimulant, but you will take it seriously, and it will affect my contest with Moriarty!"

Watson looked at Sherlock motionlessly, with his mouth open, not knowing what to say... After a while, he lowered his head and said helplessly, "Well, I am always at your call."

"I'm going out." Sherlock said and began to put on his coat, blue scarf and black gloves.

"Wait..." Watson stepped forward, turned down the collar of Sherlock's coat, and then pulled off his scarf: "How many times do I have to remind you before you remember to turn up the collar of the coat, and this scarf I clearly Put it in the basket that needs cleaning."

Sherlock took back the scarf from Watson, and hurriedly put it on again: "It's too late, the battle has begun!"

Watson stood at the top of the stairs and shouted at Sherlock: "Then you should at least eat something first."

The only answer to Watson was the sound of closing the door...

Watson sighed helplessly, and turned back to the attic.

"You guys get along really well." Hudson poked his head out from the kitchen and said with a smile, "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to stand him."

Watson smiled and said, "Sherlock is actually easy to get along with."

"That's because you have a very good personality and always take care of him... I can see that you dote on him."

Watson was stunned, looked at Mrs. Hudson and said, "Love can have many definitions, but this pet..."

"Never mind, you've done a good job... you're a qualified wife."

Watson's fists tightened suddenly, he shook his shoulders with a smile, and said helplessly, "You misunderstood...and why am I the wife?"

"Because you are taking care of his life."

"That's because he can't do it."

"But he did what he could... He gave you all the bank cards, you have to trust him not to hide money."

Watson was completely stunned... After a while, he raised his hand to spare the back of his head, looking very aggrieved...

Is this the rhythm of the husband making money to support the family and the wife doing housework?

He glanced at Mrs. Hudson, who was smiling, and turned sullenly, and went upstairs to change clothes and go to Mycroft's house.

I didn't let Sherlock raise her for nothing... No, it's not like that at all!

But Sherlock did accept himself without reservation, and laid everything out in front of him.

Regardless of money, I even threw my underwear into the same basket, waiting for myself to wash... I have to say that I am really a competent housekeeper, maybe more like a wife?

Phew, what a mess of ideas... Sherlock doesn't need a wife role... but what if he does?

You can't give it yourself if you need it?

"Oh!" Watson was holding the black tea in his hand, and suddenly spilled it, which landed on his pants and burned him.

Mycroft came out of the room, straightened the cuffs of his suit, and said, "What are you thinking? You have been absent-minded since you first entered the door."

"No...it's nothing." Watson immediately put the teacup on the table and said with a smile, "I don't really like black tea."

"Okay..." Mycroft stood and looked at Watson for a while, then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down: "You and Sherlock's relationship is getting better and better?"

Watson paused, his eyes widened unexpectedly, but soon he returned to normal: "What did Lestrade ask you in return?"

"A lot... For example, he only eats the meals you cook, for example, you have to tidy his clothes before going out, for example, you also wash the underwear."

"Ahem..." Watson choked on his saliva suddenly.

I don’t feel it when I do it, but I always feel weird when I hear others say it.

He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "I am your brother's housekeeper."

Mycroft pursed his lips in disdain: "He is indeed a good housekeeper. I thought you would not be able to stand him sooner or later."

"He's a good guy, why can't I stand him?"

"So Lestrade told me that you adore your husband like a wife, and this kind of relationship will go a long way."

Watson broke down and raised his hand to hold his forehead, and said unbearably, "Where's Lestrade?"

"Here I am." Lestrade ran out from another room.

He had a white cloth wrapped around his head, a rag in his hand, and a bulldog in his arms.

Watson asked puzzledly, "What are you doing?"

"Nick made Mycroft's study dirty..." Lestrade shrugged, and said slightly aggrieved, "I have to clean it up."

"Pfft——" Watson sneered: "Don't be so stingy Mycroft, you have a lot of people to clean up for you, and your own children dirty the study, why do you ask your wife to clean it? This kind of punishment game is too dictatorial. "

Mycroft frowned puzzled and asked, "What did you say?"

"I'm just doing what a housekeeper should do, but... Lestrade has no obligation to clean it for you."

"Housekeeper? Did he pay you?"

"of course."

Mycroft paused, and asked slowly, "His own bank card?"

"Which one are you talking about?"

"Are there many?"

"Seven or eight."

"Oh, God!" Mycroft smiled and raised his head, and couldn't help exclaiming, "You remind him of how much money he has unless he restarts his brain... so you must have talked to him about it." Money, he who has never cared about money, finally understands his responsibility, it's not easy!"

"What?" Watson paused, and continued to ask in puzzlement, "Wait, what responsibility?"

"Responsibility to support the family."

"Are you kidding, Mycroft? How much did you give Lestrade?"

Lestrade, who was standing aside, immediately said: "No, although I will report the situation to Mycroft, I will not take the money, so don't let Sherlock misunderstand."

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with it, the family definitely can't take money... But, even if you take money, it's fine, Sherlock won't care about it, because it's a matter of course for you."

"...I..." Lestrade looked at Watson with an aggrieved expression, "Why do you always quarrel with me?"

"Generally, sister-in-laws are the mediators of the family. They don't have to be very smart, but they must be very virtuous." Watson looked at Mycroft and said, "What a blessing!"

Mycroft crossed his legs, clasped his hands, and said with a faint smile: "My brother is also very lucky."

"Then you admit it? I will definitely tell Sherlock."

"I found out that you have no mercy for anyone except Sherlock... Your world revolves around him, but what about our family's Christmas dinner?"

"What's the connection?"

"Aren't you coming back with Sherlock for the New Year?"

"Why do you go further and further away, you have Lestrade to accompany you."

Lestrade couldn't help but said again: "Don't always involve me, okay?"

"Don't be afraid, Sherlock and I like you very much, we have no objection!"

Mycroft glanced at Watson angrily: "I don't need to bother you."

Watson glanced at Mycroft resentfully, curled his lips in disdain...

Don't think that no one sees the joy in your eyes!

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