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It's another rainy day, several rainy days in a row... The rain embraces the earth with great enthusiasm, gently scours the ground, and I don't know when it will stop such cleaning activities.

Watson sat on the sofa with his computer in his arms, squinting his eyes sideways, trying to observe the rain through the gaps in the curtains.

It still didn't stop, it felt like the whole house was going moldy, especially when facing Sherlock who didn't say a word!

Sherlock noticed Watson's gaze, raised his eyebrows and glanced, then bowed his head and typed on the keyboard.

Watson frowned, turned his head not to be outdone, took a sip of coffee, and continued to update Weibo...

After I came back last time, I was in an inexplicable cold war with Sherlock, but it was obviously not me who was at fault, it was obviously Sherlock who lied first, why did he feel wronged?

The most exasperating thing is that I am still helping him update his blog!

Watson typed on the keyboard with resentment on his face. Suddenly he paused, raised his eyebrows and showed a wicked smile... He was typing quickly while drinking coffee leisurely.

"I said it was on purpose." Sherlock spoke suddenly, startling Watson.

"Have you read the blog?"

"I shake the ashes into my coffee just to see the difference between the two."

"Are you sure it wasn't because of the mess in the laboratory that the soot accidentally fell into the coffee, and then you drank it generously?"

"I'm not that stupid."

Watson shrugged, pursed his lips and smiled, "Well, you're not stupid."

"Then you delete it."

"No, you read so many replies."

"What did you reply?"

"Some people say you are cute."

"I'm not asking you to answer, I'm asking you to delete it."

"But...you found out that there is something wrong with the coffee before you drank it..."

Watson couldn't help but cover his mouth with the back of his hand, suppressed his trembling shoulders, and smiled bitterly...

These days, if someone comes to ask for help, Sherlock will follow up if he is interested, and then solve it successfully every time.

...But, basically, I stood silently by the side, not even saying a word, just recording the case, and then came back to update the blog.

Under such a cold war, they lived in unexpected harmony until this morning...

Watson got up from the quilt, watched the light rain outside the window for a while, and got out of bed helplessly... He just stepped into the living room, but stopped.

I wonder if Sherlock will wake up?What is the purpose of this continuous cold war?

No... I am absolutely right, I must not compromise this time!

He took a deep breath, frowned slightly, and walked into the kitchen with heavy footsteps as if angry.

Sherlock turned the kitchen into a chemical laboratory again. He sat in front of the microscope, holding the dropper in his right hand, and slowly raised a cup of coffee with his left hand.

Watson gave Sherlock a blank look impatiently, bounced over the obstacles on the ground, and came to the refrigerator...

Sometimes I wonder if Sherlock has magic, he can turn a tidy kitchen into a messy laboratory in a second.

"Eh..." As soon as he opened the refrigerator, Watson was stunned: "Sherlock, why did you turn strawberry jam into a plasma bag?"

Sherlock put down the dropper and turned to look at Watson: "Your strawberry jam takes up too much space."

"Your things don't take up space?" Watson paused, looked at Sherlock angrily and said, "Listen, do you think this kind of cold war is interesting? Don't you have any regrets?"

"Have."

Watson was surprised by Sherlock's answer, so he just froze in place... After a while, he retrieved the language button: "Then what are you doing?"

Sherlock didn't answer, watching Watson's eyes gradually lose focus...

Although I don't know John's past, and I have been terrified of his loyalty, but if I lose such loyalty, or lose John, it is an unimaginable strange feeling.

That night at the swimming pool, when I realized that John wanted to leave, I would panic, yes, panic.

Thinking about how he lied to himself that he could dismantle bombs, and almost died under Moriarty's hands, he would feel flustered...

Well... This is really a difficult feeling to understand. I don't want to talk to John before I come to a conclusion, so as not to disturb the analysis process.

Watson watched Sherlock's eyes gradually focus, but he didn't intend to answer. He was angry and closed the refrigerator door heavily...

The sudden closing of the refrigerator door brought a gust of wind, blowing up the soot under the microscope and scattering it into the nearby coffee cup.

Shocked by the sound of closing the refrigerator, Sherlock looked at Watson in a panic, then picked up the coffee and brought it to his mouth... Just as he was about to drink it, he noticed some soot on the side of the cup.

"Can you tell me, what are you thinking?" Watson shouted in dissatisfaction: "Obviously you deceived me."

"I didn't say no."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Didn't do anything?"

"Listen, Sherlock, if you still consider me a friend, you should tell me what you think." Watson said firmly, "You must have something to hide from me."

"No……"

Saying that, Sherlock's thoughts began to wander again...

There is a friend who is willing to die generously for himself. I have to say that it feels good. Although I was overwhelmed at first, but... if I leave, I will be even more overwhelmed.

Of course, if I tell John that he doesn't need to contribute his loyalty like this, he will definitely step aside... Yes, as long as it is what I want, he will find a way to do it.

So... what else is there to embarrass yourself?No matter what kind of request, John will do it, and he will do it very well, but he will still stand up and stand in front of him when he is in danger.

"Sherlock?" Watson shouted dissatisfied, "What are you thinking? Could you please tell me?"

"No..." Sherlock regained his senses in a hurry, and immediately lowered his head and took a sip of his coffee, but he immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, there's soot in there." Watson quickly reminded.

Sherlock paused, blinked a few times and said, "I know, I'm doing an experiment."

"Taste soot and coffee?"

"Hmm." Sherlock shrugged irresolutely, then turned around and lowered his head, continuing to analyze his 243 types of soot.

Watson sighed helplessly, turned around and went downstairs with his arms folded, and made his own breakfast in Mrs. Hudson's kitchen...

While eating a sandwich, he chatted with Mrs. Hudson: "Sherlock, I don't know what happened recently."

"Has he had an affair?"

"What?" Watson almost bit his tongue, trying to swallow the sandwich and said, "I just think he's hiding it from me again, but he won't say anything about it."

"Does he want to break up with you?"

Watson patted his forehead in dismay, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Hudson, can you be more serious?"

"Soap operas are like this. When one party has something to hide, but it is very obvious, most of them want to break up." Hudson suddenly laughed and said: "However, it is probably impossible to find this in Sherlock."

Watson lowered his head and took another bite of the sandwich resentfully, shaking his head and dismissing Mrs. Hudson's teasing...

Of course, it was impossible to find out about Sherlock, and I didn't have that kind of relationship with him at all.

but……

He stopped chewing the sandwich suddenly, and a bad thought came to his mind.

Maybe... maybe Sherlock wanted to leave by himself, hoping that he wouldn't disturb his life?

Maybe, maybe that's it... He's making it obvious, but he doesn't say it!

Watson threw down the half-eaten sandwich, went upstairs with the computer and sat in the living room, and Sherlock, who was also silent, bet on whose static energy was better.

It was noon, and it was still raining outside...

"I don't want to be called cute, do you want to delete it?" Sherlock squinted and looked at Watson displeased: "You are my assistant and you should listen to me."

Watson put down the cup and computer in his hand, stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and said solemnly, "Sherlock, do you want me to be your assistant?"

"Why do you say that?" Sherlock blinked puzzledly: "Isn't it all agreed before?"

"If you don't want me to follow you, if you find it troublesome or embarrassing, please tell me directly."

"No, why do you say that?"

"For so many days, you have been having a cold war with me. If you have any dissatisfaction, speak up directly."

"I'm because..."

"Because of what?"

"It's nothing."

I thought Sherlock would explain, but he chose to hide it from himself again, so... Didn't he really want to drive himself away?

Watson looked down at the carpet and said seriously again: "If it bothers you, I can move out now."

Shocked suddenly, Sherlock stood up from his chair, frowned and said, "Where are you going to move?"

"I'm going..." Watson was stunned for a moment, then said blankly, "There will always be a place."

"We have agreed before that you are my assistant and my housekeeper. My card is still with you. What should I do if you leave?"

Watson was slightly startled, staring at Sherlock...

Sherlock said he left, what should he do?

Then... he needs his own.It feels so good to be needed again!

He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you, Sherlock."

Sherlock left his seat and quickly walked a few steps towards Watson's position: "I didn't mean to ask you to leave, you can't leave."

"Why can't you leave?" Watson said with a smile.

Sherlock was caught off guard by this question, he looked around blankly...

Yeah, why can't John leave?

But I really don't want him to leave, not only because he is my only friend, but also because no one in this world except him will exchange their lives with each other.

With such trust, I am afraid that I will never meet the first one in my lifetime, but now I have such a one.

and so……

Sherlock stepped forward, looked into Watson's eyes and said, "You are the only John."

"what?"

"I said you are the only one."

Watson frowned, opened his mouth for a moment, then kept blinking, and looked at Sherlock suspiciously...

What is Sherlock talking about?What is unique?

Although I don't know what Sherlock is thinking, but... the only one is talking about himself to him.

Why didn't I regard Sherlock as the only one?

Watson smiled, tears filled his eyes, he put away his smile and said seriously: "You are also the only one."

Sherlock looked at Watson and smiled, then turned around and returned to the computer... and Watson sat quietly on the side again, but this time the atmosphere was as gentle as the light rain outside the window, with a bit of warmth , because there are two people at 221B Baker Street who regard each other as the only one.

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