Boyfriend Development Program

Looking at John standing at the door, the curly-haired boy was startled, and reflexively used the deductive method to figure out the mood of the little man.Soon, unbelievable, joyful and excited, calm and calm, peaceful... flashed by one by one.

...Wait, calm down?

Having expected many of John's reactions when the two recognized each other (even though the curly-haired man opposite him was his future self), the curly-haired boy never expected that the other party would behave like "being at ease". ——John has seen through everything?Or did he know that his death was just a cover from beginning to end?still……?

For a while, my thoughts were complicated.

"John, didn't you go on a date?" The curly-haired boy raised his eyebrows, wanting to say something else.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sherlock on the sofa looking at him strangely, and realized that the scene was weird.He moved his lips, but in the end he just curled his lips awkwardly, without saying a word, standing there and watching the little man's next words and deeds with cold eyes.

"Oh, canceled."

John smiled awkwardly at the curly-haired boy as if awakened from a daze.His face was a bit unnatural, of course John wouldn't tell the other party that he didn't have a date at all, of course, uh, or it's very possible that the curly-haired boy has already noticed.After wandering around the streets near 221b with a cane for a while, he still went upstairs in a strange way.Originally, he only thought—his plan—to take a look at the second floor and go upstairs, but through the open wooden door, instead of seeing the Jack he thought he would, he saw his hallucination instead.

His hallucinations, sherloes.

Sherlock just sat on his usual sofa, not even changing his sitting posture, with the cloudy weather as the background.Curly thick short hair, slightly raised eyebrows, high cheekbones and excessively pale skin... and even the exact same strange green pupils, constitute the person he misses the most, floating in the five internal organs The six internal organs are like the dark rain that never sees light in London. Sherlock only slightly pursed his thin lips, and then quietly cast his eyes on him, John felt a charming sense of intoxication welling up in his heart.

Even if he knew it was a hallucination, even if he knew that he couldn't keep looking at each other, John couldn't move a little bit, he could only stand there in a daze, lowering his eyelids slightly: He knew there would be such a day, there would always be such a day, The hallucinations became clearer and clearer until they shifted from night to day, from once in a while to seeing up and down...

This day has arrived.

"Oh, very good, very good, now I finally succeeded in schizophrenia." John muttered, his voice was so low that he couldn't even hear him.After a long time, he finally had the ability to look away, and now he limped towards the center of the living room on crutches.With this movement, the little man clearly saw a man in a brown windbreaker sitting on his sofa, holding a fork with cake crumbs in his hand, and after a second pause, John decided to forget about the other person eating and bought it for Seamus In order to deal with unexpected cakes from time to time, he asked in a calm voice, "seamus, who is he? What kind of Jack man?"

"Oh, look who's coming! john h. watson!" The man in the windbreaker jumped up from the sofa, as if a spring had been attached to his buttocks—john looked at the man and the sofa and concluded, "very Nice to see you again, the younger version of you! Ah, yes, I forgot, I am a doctor."

"Have you seen me?" John searched his memory, but there was no clue!

"I've seen it, cough, I mean, I've seen it in my past. Of course, my past is your future." The doctor gave John a big hug and patted him on the shoulder, "Oh, cute Teddy, how great to meet you!"

"Oh, fu..." John dared to swear that the hand on his shoulder was as strong as a bear's paw, and frowned, "What the hell are you talking about? Who else is Teddy?" The little man Immediately, he recalled some bad memories, and his face turned half black, the word "Teddy" definitely made him more upset than "Bachelor"!

"Oh, oh, you still have this temper." The doctor wanted to continue, but was stopped by a sharp voice: "Doctor, time and space are fixed, don't forget!"

The doctor choked on his words, and sat back on the sofa resentfully, watching the good show of the two curly dogs fighting for a teddy.

The curly-haired man and the curly-haired boy exchanged glances, only to feel that the scene in front of them was a bit weird and frightening: John wouldn't and shouldn't have such an expression. ——The little man did indeed see Sherlock sitting on the sofa.

"John?" the curly-haired boy asked.

John looked back after hearing the sound, with a questioning look on his face.The curly-haired boy pointed at the curly-haired man on the sofa expressionlessly, and asked each word, "Didn't you see him?"

"Him?" John repeated in doubt—and with some kind of caution—with a sluggish tone as if he was afraid of breaking some dream. "ohmygod, is he real?"

what does that mean?

John's heart trembled, his mind went blank for a while, he didn't know what to do!

"John, come here." The voice was exactly the same, the tone was the same, the expression was the same, even the luster reflected in those gray-green pupils was exactly the same as in memory!

- Declarative sentences.He is ordering him.

In front of Sherlock, John's body is always one step ahead of consciousness, and always more loyal than consciousness.By the time the little man reacted, he had already walked in front of the curly-haired man—and the man stood up at some point, staring at the man without blinking. John even distracted himself to figure out what he is now, it must be wonderful, in the burning eyes of the two holmes, there is no concealment: his eyes must be full of disbelief, a little greedy (he tried his best to He has covered it up, but there is no way, he just can't help it); his facial muscles must be extremely stiff, maybe one part shows excitement, another part shows anger, and some parts show trance... or something, hey, it's definitely very similar Some clown; his movements, oh Jesus, can he do anything other than sluggish?

The curly-haired man just looked at him quietly, his gray-green eyes were extremely obscure. John saw the other party trying to mobilize the facial muscles to force a smile, but Sherlock moved the corners of his mouth, and finally gave up the futility.

"That is to say, sher..." John felt his hand holding the crutch shake very slightly, he licked his lips, and asked with difficulty, his tone was full of confusion, "...lock ?”

"Obviously." Hearing John's words, Sherlock seemed to suddenly wake up, withdrew all his exposed emotions, lazily scratched his curly hair, his tone was still flat—at least John thought so, "John, I think I I must inform you that your eyesight and IQ have dropped to the level of 'johnnyboy'. For God's sake, in order to recharge your IQ as soon as possible, you should reduce the points you spend on dating! Please!"

"Finished?" John asked calmly after hearing the almost harsh words.

"Obviously." Sherlock shrugged, muttered, and glanced at the little man with a very haughty look, like an emperor who was aloof and summoned his subjects.

"Very good." John's tone became more and more steady.next second——

"Boom!"

There was no warning, the sound of crutches falling!

"Oh!"

The little man's fist hit Sherlock's face quickly and hard, and the force of the impact sent the curly-haired man flying and fell hard onto the sofa!

"Cough, cough..." The curly-haired man coughed and stood up, leaning on the back of the chair. A shocking bloodstain slowly slid down the corner of his mouth. There were clear fist marks on his face, and those transparent eyes were stained with strong strange emotions. Sherlock's voice was as flat as ever - perhaps with some nostalgia, "Reason?"

"Why did you lie to me?" After washing over and over again the unbelievable, huge ecstasy, worrying about gains and losses... After all kinds of emotions, his chest was filled with raging anger and sadness. He looked at the indifferent curly-haired man in front of him, and tried his best to restrain himself There was an imperceptible hoarseness in his voice, "Since I decided to fake my death, why did I appear in front of me again? In your heart, am I, John Watson, just an insignificant person? Jesus Above all, insignificant, no, who would spend so much effort to deceive an insignificant person? Hey, I'm afraid I'm not as insignificant! I'm just a...just a..."

John's lips trembled, and he couldn't go on any longer.A huge trance swept towards him fiercely, accompanied by sharp pains that surpassed each other. At this moment, John was like a drowning person. He couldn't see the light and could only watch himself being swallowed by the submerged tide. , little by little, little by little, falling straight towards the deepest point...

Until he was hugged tightly into a chest.

Warm, strong, and giving him an incomparable sense of security... Sherlock's embrace.

The feeling of drowning faded like the ebbing waves at the moment of being enveloped by this warmth. John opened his eyes, and the next moment he was surprised—almost horrified—they widened! …Jesus, his roommate, Sherlock, who claimed to be married to the job, was hugging him! John's hand curled up behind Sherlock's back for a long time, finally sighed, and slowly but firmly hugged the person he missed so much that he was going crazy, even though the bones of the curly-haired man made John a little ache.

A long and tender hug.

At some point, the sun broke through the haze that filled the room and shone on the two people who were hugging tightly. The soft light outlined their figures, and the warm dust was suspended in the slightly chilled air. Sweet and good.

Behind him in the shade without sunlight, the curly-haired boy stared at the silhouette of their hugging expressionlessly, without saying a word.Only the gray-green eyes were filled with vague obscurity.