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It took an hour to eat breakfast, but fortunately it was finally over, not to mention the milk poured by Sherlock, Watson felt extremely satisfied.

Watson put down his milk glass, looked back at Sherlock and said, "Where are we going?"

"Go to the client Harry's house first." Sherlock got up, blinked mischievously, and leaned over to Watson's ear and said, "Then go to the military base, and I'll take care of Mycroft's place with Lestrade. "

"We can bring Lestrade with us when we encounter such a thing in the future." Watson followed Sherlock out of the restaurant and asked with a smile, "I didn't expect you to accept Lestrade at all, can you talk about it?" why?"

As soon as Sherlock opened the driver's door, his hands stopped suddenly, he turned to open the rear door, and then motioned for Watson to come in too: "You don't know Mycroft, you always say I don't have the function of emotional intelligence, then Mike Roft is not configured at all when it leaves the factory."

Watson got into the car. Although he didn't want to hit Sherlock, he said awkwardly, "Is there any difference between the two?"

"Of course, features can be installed when needed, but without this configuration, Mycroft is doomed not to reflect."

"So, you will reflect?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, I can boil milk for you when I get home."

Watson looked at Sherlock, who was childish but very serious, and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I believe it. Let's continue talking about Mycroft."

Sherlock shrugged, as if thinking of something funny: "Mycroft has no friends, he always treats everyone as a goldfish, but Lestrade is different, you have also seen that Lestrade has a good temper.

So when Lestrade reports on my situation, they will always have something to talk about. Although I am very dissatisfied with this, it is also a good deed for my dear brother.Mycroft had his own way, and Lestrade, surprisingly, didn't care.

They talked about me, probably for a long time, and Mycroft is actually a talker, a talker who is afraid of being alone, and he always arranges this and that, because he has nothing to do. "

"Pfft——" Watson couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid Mycroft doesn't want to hear you commenting on him like that, so you actually set them up in the beginning?"

"It can be said like this."

"But Mycroft really loves you as a younger brother." Watson glanced at Lestrade outside the car and said, "But it's fun to see you fighting."

"Mycroft always wanted to be above everyone, and I mean everyone, and when I was a kid he always said I was stupid, making me think I couldn't get along with my other friends because I was stupid." Sherlock After a pause, he turned to look at Watson: "Not everyone can treat me like you, so I have been thinking about what to do if I lose..."

Watson felt his heart skip a beat. It was hard to imagine that Sherlock, who had always been proud, would say such a thing. The most powerless thing was that when he heard this, his heart felt pained besides being happy... Sure enough, there was something wrong with his heart?

But if it's not a heart problem, is it... a relationship problem?

No, it's impossible, how could I have such feelings for Sherlock? This is simply a desecration of our friendship. After all, Sherlock cares so much about this friendship, it's unforgivable for me to think so.

Watson chased away the thoughts in his head, came back to his senses and patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "I will not leave you, believe me, I never will. But the first time I heard you mention things about my childhood, I Very happy."

"Is it because we feel that we are one step closer?" Sherlock narrowed the distance with Watson: "I think it is for sure. Exchanging each other's past and secrets in our hearts can bring our hearts closer."

Watson almost couldn't catch his breath, because Sherlock was too close, and because Sherlock was right, he really felt that he had taken another step forward, but he wanted more: "I..."

"It's okay, I know you want more."

"Ahem..." Watson choked on his own saliva in disappointment: "What do you want more?"

Sherlock looked back suspiciously, and looked at Watson puzzled: "Don't you want to know about Mycroft's childhood? Don't think he has nothing he doesn't want to remember."

Watson swallowed, trying to calm down, well, I was thinking too much, Sherlock does not have a pun, and Sherlock's achievements in linguistics are not only zero, but definitely negative: "Indeed, Your childhood must have been extraordinary."

"Hmm, but I just want to tell you alone." Sherlock smiled back and said, "I just want to tell you just one person."

Watson was stunned again, but this time he was very upbeat and didn't think of going elsewhere: "Thank you for trusting me."

"I will only trust you."

Watson was about to say thank you, but suddenly he couldn't speak...

It seems that in every sentence of Sherlock, there are words such as "only want" and "only", and all the information revealed is... Is he the only one?

What is this conclusion?

Startled, Watson leaned back and hit his head on the back of the seat.

Sherlock was also taken aback by Watson's actions, and immediately asked nervously, "What did I say?"

"No."

"You know, you are my only friend, so if I say something wrong, you must tell me." Sherlock looked at Watson sincerely.

Watson nodded immediately... I really shouldn't. Since Sherlock has not installed the EQ function, he is actually very simple. Why do I keep thinking about what he said? It is obvious that I don't trust Sherlock.

"It's not your fault." Watson looked apologetically at Sherlock, "It's probably because I didn't sleep all night."

"Is something bothering you? Why can't you sleep?"

Watson looked into Sherlock's concerned eyes, and couldn't help becoming irritable...

Sherlock, what route is not easy for you to follow? You have to follow a warm and caring style. This is seriously inconsistent with your image. What about your arrogance and arrogance?

"That, Sherlock..." Watson thought for a while, and should remind Sherlock that it is important to maintain his own style, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Did I do something wrong again?" Sherlock said cautiously, "Is my expression wrong?"

Watson suddenly felt that he was the worst person in the world, not one of them...

Sherlock tried hard to get close to the life of ordinary people, but at this time, he actually wanted to hinder him, which was tantamount to hitting a child who was determined to be kind, and the four words "heinous crime" belonged to him.

"No...really not." Watson paused and said, "You did a very good job."

"Huh—" Sherlock exhaled lightly, turned around and said with a smile, "That's good."

Watson's heart melted for a moment... because Sherlock was like a shy child who wanted to meet people but was afraid of being hurt.

But there seems to be something wrong, it feels like everything is always off track, what is wrong?

Watson was puzzled, so he had to turn his eyes to Lestrade. Lestrade stood outside the car, glanced at Watson through the window glass, and immediately opened the door and got in the car.

"Finished?" Lestrade said as he started the car, "I feel like you have something to talk about.

Watson looked at Lestrade with a guilty conscience, then immediately pretended to be calm, and said expressionlessly, "Which part did you hear?"

"I have everything..." Lestrade was stunned and said, "I didn't hear it."

Watson smiled maliciously and said, "What a pity, I thought you'd hear about Mycroft."

"I have heard, but Mycroft is not self-important. He just knows a lot. If you ask him, he is willing to answer." Lestrade paused and said in a low voice: "But it won't be like Sherlock, whether you like to listen or not, you must listen."

Sherlock turned around suddenly, stared at Lestrade with displeasure, and said, "That's because you fell into Mycroft's trap. I'm really sorry for you. What's in your stupid head?"

"But your brother is a very great man." Lestrade refuted Sherlock so firmly for the first time: "Mycroft knows a lot of things, and is very patient. And you are always sharp in words, and often talk to a Like a child, you lose your temper with John, you have to change it."

"Thank you for your reminder." Sherlock was not angry, but looked back at Watson, and Watson also looked at Sherlock, and suddenly the two looked at each other and smiled: "Hahaha..."

Lestrade looked at the two inexplicably: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Watson patted Lestrade on the shoulder, indicating that he could drive.

Lestrade turned back and drove resignedly. Sometimes people like Sherlock are very difficult to understand...

The car soon stopped at the door of the client Harry's house. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a luxurious house. The garden outside the door was very neatly manicured, with a simple and elegant design and a quiet environment. A very stark contrast...

Sherlock saw through Watson's mind at a glance, and said slightly dissatisfied: "Do you like gardens?"

"I just don't think Baker Street has such a view."

Lestrade parked the car, got down and said to Watson, "Mycroft's garden is very large, and Mycroft is very good at gardening."

Sherlock gave Lestrade a white look, clearly expressing his displeasure: "Mycroft's garden is obviously the whole of England."

Watson looked at Sherlock, and immediately said: "But if Baker Street is regarded as a garden, and pedestrians are regarded as vegetation, then we do have a very large garden."

"You think so?" Sherlock paused and said, "But you like gardens."

"I like our home." Watson blurted out these words as his brain heated up, followed by a sense of powerlessness. Although the words were true, I always felt something was wrong. The atmosphere has become so weird?

"It's okay, if you like it, although I can't get one for you for the time being, I can free up the roof to make you a garden." Sherlock smiled slightly.

After listening to Sherlock's words, Watson felt that his brain was not overheated, it must have been burned to [-] or [-] degrees, but this was Sherlock expressing his feelings, so he couldn't hit him: "Then you used the roof of the building as a building. What experiment?"

"Beekeeping, I wrote a beekeeping manual."

"Really, then I have to go up and have a look."

Looking at the interaction between the two, Lestrade refreshed his understanding of Sherlock for the first time. Sherlock with the function of emotional intelligence is really scary. If he wants to commit a crime, no one will doubt it, and there will definitely be countless Someone counts the money for him...

The author has something to say: ＿(:з"∠)＿... I hope that the manuscript can be posted on time today... 嘤嘤~~~