Boyfriend Development Program

Since the doctors left in the afternoon with all kinds of "maliciousness", John and Seamus... oh, it should be called Sherlock, and announced that they have entered the cold war in an all-round way.

"Jesus above, I don't need you to remind me of this."

John stood against the window sill, muttering to himself.Not long ago, he hallucinated his disordered timeline (well, after seeing the doctor and the future sherlock, John was surprised to find that he had also caught up with a trend, and even the hallucinations began to stand at the forefront of the times )——The game machine that never plays cards according to common sense, still issued a mechanical female voice to remind him: Due to the unknown variant, the game machine has undergone unpredictable changes... The plot task has changed, and a new plot is being generated... A new plot is being generated Success, the plot of "Cold War! Cold War!" begins.

The night was deep, and the light words blended into the night sky and the earth without stirring up any splashes.The little man raised his head and looked at the dark blue sky calmly. There are faint stars dotted like silver sand, and the cold moon hangs in the center, faintly refracting a trace of blue light, quietly peeking in from the window.Such a night is really too suitable for memory.Half pursing his lips, John's thoughts quickly drifted away along the moonlight, back to a few hours ago...

In the living room, John and Sherlock sat in their usual positions.

No one thought about breaking the silence, as if whoever broke the silence first would be defeated.Halfway through, Sherlock moved his lips, as if wanting to break the silence, but quickly closed his mouth tightly again - he read from the expression on the little man's face, that no matter what he tried to say, he would be more irritated in anger John with the edge of pain.

He can only wait, even if waiting is the worst thing he is good at.

"So." Luckily, John didn't keep him waiting long, "Sherlock, my good roommate, I'm the only friend you're supposed to be damned! For God's sake, should you give me an explanation? "

Sherlock could hear the vibrato in John's words, and it's not difficult to guess how hard it took for the other party to suppress the anger in his heart, and pretended to say these few words calmly.He turned his face sideways, glanced at John, and replied blankly: "I have amnesia, John."

"Amnesia?" The little man pursed his lips and pulled the muscles on his face. He wanted to force a smile, but in the end he couldn't. Under the circumstances, I can analyze that I am a unique consulting detective in the world, so I can’t figure out why you suspended animation, can I?” John’s speech speed is getting faster and faster, and his rapid breathing and heaving chest are all the same. It showed the pain he was going through in his heart.

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa, facing John, who almost snarled out such a sentence, and suddenly became fatigued.He watched the obscure, icy dust in the air dance lightly, dance, and finally land on the shoulders of the little man, wrapping him deeply layer by layer, an indescribable emotion Suddenly invaded his mind.

A completely unfamiliar emotion, and one that clearly puzzled him.

The next moment, Sherlock lowered his eyelids quietly, and replied calmly: "I learned from mycroft that before I jumped off the building, there were three snipers targeting you and Mrs. Hudsorade respectively. They want to see me ruined. The best choice is Let me admit in public that I'm a liar. The living you and my honor, Moriarty only allows me to have one or the other. I owe it to him. John, I have no choice."

Sherlock didn't look straight at John as usual, nor did he try to soften him with his most sincere expression.He just calmly—close to nonchalantly—narrates an incident, as if the protagonist of this incident has never been, and never will be, his sherloes.His voice was very soft, afraid of startling the large swaths of dust that fell on John's body.

"But you told mycroft." There was a hint of hoarseness in John's voice, and soon he remembered Molly's reaction when he first saw Sherlock, oh, and added a familiar syllable that Inspector Lestrade burst out from time to time,— At one point he thought it was his hallucinations, "And molly, lestrade, or, quite possibly, other people, tons and tons of other people. But sherlock, Jesus, as your only friend, you Your roommate, your blogger... you're the only one who left me out."

"I didn't tell Lestrade, it was Mycroft..." Sherlock retorted calmly.These words were like adding fuel to the fire, making the little man's face even worse. Sherlcok noticed this, and he paused, and muttered, "This made you even more angry. Obviously."

"Sherlock, Harriet's right, you're a fucking selfish bastard!"

The lines on John's face became more and more tense, his emotions were a little out of control, he waved his fists and shouted, looking at his posture, he wanted to pounce on Sherlock again!Finally, the little man held back.He looked at the curly-haired boy, and saw that he had a calm and composed face, his gray-green pupils lined with thick curly hair, still shining brightly under the afternoon sun.Dazzling, burning eyes. John stared at Sherlock until his black pupils were gradually stained with unspeakable emotion, until waves of tiredness swept over his head like a swift tide.He couldn't help sliding down a little bit, sinking his body deeper into the sofa, closing his eyes, his mind was full of messy past: it was Sherlock, leading him to run in big strides on the streets of London Alley; it is Sherlock, like a ray of light breaking through all the haze in his heart; it is Sherlock, making him start to trust others with all his heart...

...Because it's sherloes, it's even more unforgivable.

John sighed, jolting awake from the memory.There was a slight creaking sound from the half-closed window lattice, which was sharp and abrupt in the quiet midnight.It was clearly the beginning of October, but the light breeze seemed to bring some coolness, which made the little man in only an old gray pullover shiver.

He closed the window and limped towards his bed.

Precisely because it is Sherlock...

……

On the other side, standing at the staircase leading from the second floor to the third floor, Sherlock paced back and forth with a stinky face.

……go?Still not going?

——Go, it will obviously make John's arrogance high, once there will be another, in the future I will want to do something I like, such as not eating, sleeping or breathing... Keep the latter, I guess John will kill this trick, right?Humph, he doesn't know his good roommate yet!

— No, John looks annoyed?As for those inexplicable feelings, is it fear?Are you worried?still……?Forget it, let’s not care about it for the time being, emotion has always been my weakness, I will save it for future project analysis and build an experimental database, and then find John to test the experimental data after his anger subsides.

...so, to go or not to go!Ah, it's annoying!He condescended to apologize, why is John still angry!I really don't know what ordinary people are thinking!

Sherlock glanced at the closed John's bedroom, frowning.He brushed the curly hair that had become messy on his head irritably, with a rare look of hesitation on his face.

"Sherlock, you are not me, yes, you will never experience the emotions that a normal person should have like me. You will never know that when you love... cough, the person you care about the most, your best friend , The closest roommate died suddenly, what a catastrophe. For God's sake, this is not the worst. The cruelest thing is that you finally put him in your memory, and he suddenly jumped out and told Everything about you is just a show, ha! A bolt from the blue? No, a bolt from the blue can't be described, it's just... that's just... Forget it, you'll just snort when you say it. Sherloes, you fuck me Hold on, I'm john h. watson not a machine, I'm not even you, I'm going to hurt! Yes, no doubt, I'm going to be heartbroken, I'm going to be cold too! Now, yes, right now, I'm fucking I'm completely cold-hearted towards you! I don't want to be played by you every day like an idiot! Moreover, I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

John's words clearly jumped into the curly-haired boy's brain, including the figure of the little man getting up angrily and leaving resolutely with a cane, cruel and indifferent, looking at him like a stranger. Sherlock's face also began to look uneasy, he pouted, and stared fiercely at the wooden door on the third floor.The next moment, my heart beat, my feet stomped, and I ran back to the living room regardless.

"boom!"

The loud closing sound of the door undoubtedly showed the owner's inner dissatisfaction.

"Seamus! Bad boy, be careful!" Mrs. Hudson's exasperated voice came clearly from the first floor, and she didn't know that Seamus was the Sherlock she kept talking about—poor old lady, "The broken door, I will count it on your rent!"

Sherlock ignored Mrs. Hudson's words as usual.He blew back to his bedroom like a gust of wind, slammed the door of the bedroom hard, and fell heavily on the bed.Quickly tossing off his shoes, and wrapping his whole body tightly in the quilt, Sherlock buried his head deeply in the quilt, leaving only a lock of curly black hair exposed.

After a while, turning over, the curly-haired boy's tense face showed obvious grievances: John is a big man and a former military doctor, why is he so narrow-minded!He even said that he lost his memory, but he didn't mean not to tell him! ... Well, it was indeed a little bit intentional.

Not long after, the curly-haired boy turned back again, pouted and thought angrily: Huh, no matter what, as the only consulting detective in the world, he won't be the first to give in!