Boyfriend Development Program

"How do you feel?"

The doctor stood next to the curly-haired boy, touched him mysteriously, and asked.He held a cup of coffee at some point in his hand, and the black coffee was steaming, making the man's face a little fuzzy.The curly-haired boy glanced at the mug calmly, it was white with a skull pattern, his pupils constricted slightly, and then recovered quickly: this is a spare mug bought by John.Bought for some guy who's always experimenting with coffee mugs, of course.

"What do you think?" He pursed his lips, the lines on his face were so rigid that they were almost angular.

...If you deliberately pretend not to understand, what can you change?

The smile on the doctor's face became more and more clear, with a hint of meaning. Looking at this smile, Sherlock always felt a little shocking.He stared at the man, his gray-green eyes were full of vigilance, like a cat with bristling hair all over his body, refusing to budge.The man in the windbreaker opened his mouth slightly, with the tip of his tongue lightly touching the roof of his mouth, and a sly gleam flashed in his black eyes: "That couple, what do you think?"

He gestured to the two hugging with his chin.

The curly-haired boy's eyes fell on John who buried his head in the curly-haired man's chest again, and his eyes flickered.The sun dyed the short golden sand-colored hair of the little man, and the boy vaguely saw the warm golden light jumping and dancing between the hair tips, but it was quiet and beautiful to the point of eternity.He pursed his lips, looked at him coldly, and refused to answer the doctor's question.

The doctor's words actually made the curly-haired man react. He raised his head and looked at the silent boy opposite, keenly aware of the sharpness and displeasure in the other's eyes intentionally or unintentionally, raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly, and smiled. up. ——He is him, how can he not understand what the boy is thinking now!However, by the time he realized what he was thinking about that person, it was still too late...

The curly-haired man glanced at John who was being held in his arms, pulled the corners of his lips, and an unknown obscurity flashed in his eyes: This person is not his good doctor after all.He would hug this person, one is not to see the sudden deep sadness in John's usually gentle and quiet blue-green eyes, and the other reason is to stimulate Sherlock, that is, the curly-haired boy opposite——to make Sherlock become No longer like Sherlock, in order to make Sherlock's future no longer coincide with his present.

"Sherlock." He called the boy, his voice was steady and clear, and John could even feel the regular tremors from the man's chest, "I took a punch for you for no reason."

"You are me." The boy reminded blankly.

"Once you make changes, I will no longer be you." The man raised his eyebrows, and quickly retorted, "So, you owe me."

"Tell me your purpose."

The man let go of the arm that imprisoned John, and the grey-green eyes were full of fine emotions. He looked at himself a year ago, with a luster on his pale face that was almost comparable to the scorching light in the afternoon, and answered word by word. : "geit, sherlock (sherlock, change it)."

"it?"

"Oh that," the doctor poked his head out, and the coffee in his hand was already half gone, "You'll understand soon."

"Hey! The future me and Doctor Who!" The curly-haired boy rubbed his short hair, and his tone was still mean, "Hardly concealing it, but also trying to tantalize people, and pretending to be mysterious... It's really hard for your EQ. sher lo ck." He added the accent on the three syllables of the name, with a hint of dignity and sarcasm in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine why he would do things like "save mankind and save society" in the future? ... The Arabian Nights!

... Or, what changed me?

A person's name intuitively appeared in the curly-haired boy's heart, and he was waiting to be investigated. The hesitant words of the little man interrupted all his thoughts: "...Wait, you just said, um, if I heard correctly If so, Sherlock?" He pointed to the curly-haired man beside him, and calmly pointed to the curly-haired boy a few steps away, "And... for God's sake, Sherlock?"

"Yes, obviously." The curly-haired man pursed his lips and squeezed out a smirk, his high cheekbones protruding more and more due to the mobilization of muscles, "You finally noticed it, John." After that, he turned his head again, and rushed to a year ago He growled to himself: "My EQ is none of your business! Take care of your own EQ!"

"Oh mygod, two sherlocks?" John's eyes widened in shock were funny and ridiculous, "What the hell is going on? Jesus, can anyone explain it to me?... Sherlock!"

"Oh my poor John, look at your poor little head, has it degenerated to the point where it can't function at all!" Hanging around in front of you every day, you didn't realize that I was Sherlock, and my IQ is worrying. First of all, to let you have a more intuitive comparison, it only took me two days to guess this conclusion under the condition of amnesia, using other Five days to find out the evidence and get myroft's own confession...John, you once again let me refresh my understanding of the IQ of mortals. Secondly, my dear good roommate, I have a conversation with the one opposite and the funny man next to it After such a long time, you clearly pointed out that there are two Sherlocks present, and you didn't realize it until the conversation was almost over, and your comprehension ability is worrying." The boy glanced at John from the corner of his eye, and successfully saw the little man's twitching The corner of the mouth, and the anger that was suppressed, somehow became more cheerful: "So, what should I do to save you? My dear John?"

John opened his mouth slightly, as if stunned by the string of ridicule.

"Any questions?" The boy glanced at him and spoke again.

"... Tsk." Big Sherlock looked at the curly-haired boy, gave him a strange look, and murmured an exclamation word with unknown meaning.

"So." After a long time, John struggled to utter a word, "That's it?"

——So, these months of waiting are all in exchange for this?So in your eyes, I, john h. watson, is the fucking kind of person?So, if it wasn't for this accident, are you fucking trying to keep it a secret?Do I have to keep this damned secret until I get married, have children, die of old age, and watch my heartbroken with cold eyes?

For a moment, John felt that he was ridiculous, and even with all his thoughts and pains, his wishful thinking was ridiculous.He wished he could punch Sherlock—his Sherlock—a few more times, and then leave viciously and escape from this damned oppressive place!

In the end, John still didn't do anything.

John just looked at Sherlock a year later, and then at Sherlock now, the same handsome face, the same... coldness.He seemed to have realized something, with a hasty smile on his face.He lowered his eyelids, walked quietly to the sofa, sat down slowly, put the crutches in place, and said nothing.With a short stature, sitting on the sofa at this moment, he seemed to be curled up into a ball, exuding a decadent aura.

—he is tired.

Looking at John, the curly-haired boy suddenly realized this clearly.His heart sank suddenly, and he opened his mouth to say something, but finally he only moved his lips and fell silent. —He didn't know what to say.comfort?Persuade?Apologize?Or... a confession?

He doesn't understand.He didn't know what to do.He stood beside John's exclusive sofa, watching helplessly that the little man's whole body was enveloped in layer after layer of intense sadness, and he tied himself up tightly, helpless! ——It was him, he was the one who created the predicament in front of him!Trapped John, trapped himself even more!

In the middle, the curly-haired man tried to say something, but was stopped by the doctor.The man's eyes darkened, as if he couldn't bear it, he angrily walked to the window and acted as a sculpture.Seeing that the big Sherlock didn't have any intentions to make trouble - this is really a gratifying progress, the doctor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of the heart he was carrying.

When it comes to time and the universe, watching from the sidelines is often the most helpless, but also the best way.

……

A room of silence.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Suddenly there was a regular knock on the wooden door of the living room, and the silence broke down.

"Hello? everyone?" followed by a man's voice.The moment the voice fell, almost everyone turned their heads and stared at the visitor! —jabsp;harkness!

Against all gazes, Jack smiled awkwardly: "May I borrow the doctor?"

"Oh! Jack!" The doctor seemed to have suddenly realized, and exaggeratedly gave the visitor a hug, "Of course!"

"Then go talk to me?" Apparently, Jack also noticed the awkward situation in the living room, his eyes caught the curly-haired man, and a light flashed in his eyes, "Huh? This is? Your new companion?" The last one Question, he looked at the doctor.

"Well, in a sense, yes." The doctor shrugged.

The curly-haired man walked up to Jack, his gray-green eyes were indifferent: "jabsp;harkness, long time no see."

"……We know each other?"

"Sherloes." The doctor pointed at the curly-haired boy and laughed, and re-introduced the curly-haired man and Jack to each other, "Here, it's that little guy. He will be a year later."

"..."

Jack glanced at the curly-haired boy and the little man on the other side, and suddenly felt a headache!

"Jack, what are you waiting for, let's go!" Seeing Jack looking at the two of them thoughtfully, the doctor suddenly put his arms around Jack's shoulders, looking impatient.After a pause, he looked at the curly-haired man, "Sherlock, will you come too?" His face became a little serious, and he couldn't help thinking that if the other party gave a negative answer, he would have to use the power of the sonic screwdriver. Curly-haired men get out of here!

"Of course." The curly-haired man glanced at the doctor coldly and muttered, "Let's go."

— Time to give those two some alone time.

Immediately afterwards, a group of three figures disappeared at the top of the stairs.Suddenly, 221b seemed empty, only John with drooping eyebrows and Sherlock with complicated expression remained.