Boyfriend Development Program

The bathroom door was closed tightly, and there was the sound of running water.

John sat on the sofa, trying to digest a series of recent events.

The sound of text messages pierced the silence in the air.

It's still the voice of **, the same as the original "thewoman" setting.

...in memory of her?His thoughts were interrupted, John tilted his head slightly and looked at the mobile phone that was placed on the coffee table, thinking wildly in his mind. — After ireneadler died, he had heard this voice several times.

Soon, the text message sounded again.One sound is better than one sound.

John couldn't help but look sideways again, silently counting in his heart: one, two, three.

"Hmm~"

Accompanied by a strong vibration, there was another sound.

John tilted his head, finally decided to get up, picked up Sherlock's mobile phone and hurried to the door of the bathroom a few steps away. ——Of course, during the period, his dear good roommate's mobile phone made the unbearable noise again.

"Dong dong dong."

The little man knocked on the bathroom door and shouted through a wooden door: "Sherlock, your text message."

In the rushing water, John only had time to make out a very vague "uh" sound, and his words to consult the detective were washed away by the water. John was about to say something, but when he said it late and then quickly, there was another clear vibration from his hand, which interrupted his words that had already rushed to his throat.Unable to bear it any longer, John lowered his head and glanced at the phone, and was taken aback by just one glance: the number displayed on the screen was surprisingly the number he was familiar with! Sherlock's number!

...then he?

Trembling in his heart, John subconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, and looked at the closed wooden door in front of him with a complicated expression: Sure enough, it wasn't him.

To watch or not to watch?There seemed to be two villains arguing in my heart: the white John was filled with righteous indignation, "This is an invasion of other people's **"; the black John was full of contempt, "Don't be stupid", "In Sherlock's heart, there is'* *'Two words. Think about your computer, your mobile phone...'.

It didn't take long for the little man to give in.

The fingers danced quickly, and soon the content of the text message was clearly displayed in front of him: I saw the man you mentioned in the suburbs of London. —sh

Uncontrollably, his fingers slid down slightly, and the content of the conversation between the two was clearly displayed in John's eyes, and a few words burned his eyeballs——

John already knows I'm you. —sh

How is the hunt for the moriarty remnants? —sh

When are you going back to London. —sh

about there. -sh

I'm in the suburbs of London. —sh

Back to 221b.-sh soon

What happened recently. —sh

……

"A text message from Sherlock?" Suddenly, a man's deep voice came from behind, and the air that was suddenly thickened through the bathroom entrance hit John's ear directly.

Immediately afterwards, the bathroom door was closed. The sound of "bang" startled the little man who was looking down at the text message intently. John raised his head abruptly, and accidentally slammed into a pair of light green eyes, rippling with light-colored streamers blurred by warm steam.He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and subconsciously hid the phone behind him, - he is not his good roommate Sherlock, he can look calm and unburdened even if he is caught by the person who peeped on the spot!

The next second, John saw a half-smile on Sherlock's lips, and felt that this instinct made him even more unnatural.Touching his nose, he handed the phone to the man: "Uh, yes."

The curly-haired man didn't intend to take it at all: "What did you say?"

John pursed his lips, trying to make the movements of his facial muscles not so obvious: "He, um, Sherlock will return to 221b soon."

The voice fell, and there was silence.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but John saw large swathes of obscurity quickly flashing across Sherlock's eyes.It was fleeting, only blinked, and when I looked again, it was already calm into a deep lake.The curly-haired man stretched out his slender and fair hand towards him, John was taken aback for a moment, and quickly realized that he consciously put the phone into the detective's hand.

After receiving the phone, Sherlock's face was as calm as ever, and he just walked around John to his exclusive sofa. John blinked and watched Sherlock's figure without stopping for a moment, his white fingertips slid across the text message interface, and then jumped up quickly, looking extraordinarily slender under the finally clear light.

"you are happy."

The deep ravings squeezed out from the bottom of the man's throat and brewed in the cold air, adding a sense of trance from the world.

For a while, John was a little confused: "...what?"

Sherlock's footsteps stopped abruptly.

The consulting detective turned around abruptly, squinted his eyes and looked straight at John, making his tense face even more expressionless: "You are very happy that he is back. John, you have decided from the beginning that I am not Sherlock , your sherlock, - don't deny it. Why?"

Hearing this question, John was taken aback, and after serious consideration, he hesitated to say, ——he really hadn't considered this question before: "...Uh, intuition?"

"Hey." Sherlock's expressionless face was finally broken, he pursed his lips and smiled, and repeated, "Intuition." The curly-haired man flicked the phone back, regardless of where it landed,——Okay , it turns out, great consulting detectives never have to think about precision.The phone crossed a parabola in the air, and landed heavily on the sofa. John found that his eyes followed this beautiful arc uncontrollably, until Sherlock's shocking words instantly blew his mind away: "You Love him that much? Love him so much that you can tell who your sherlock is just by intuition?"

"Wha...?! Cough cough cough..." John choked on his own saliva because he was too excited, "What the hell are you talking about, Sherlock?!"

The curly-haired man just smiled and looked at him quietly, his eyes burning.Under this strong gaze, John found that he couldn't utter any words of justification, he only opened his mouth, and then closed it tightly, with a rather irritable face: Yes, the other party is also a damn, unique consultation in the world Detective Sherloes, - is still in the future, how can I not expose my little thoughts!

"John, come here."

Sherlock called the little man's name, and John saw the expectant face, no matter how irritable he was, he could only obediently walk to the curly-haired man, tilted his head to look at him, and signaled Sherlock to continue with his eyes.

He was speechless for a while, only the gray-green eyes stared at him for a long time, for so long, so long, and accidentally sunk in the mud, those eyes were almost the same—no, strictly speaking, they were the same pair of eyes.I don't know how long it took, but John only felt that the sense of trance was getting stronger and stronger, and he lost himself more and more in the changing light.

Suddenly a hand was covered around the waist, followed by a strong pulling force, pulling John forward to lean into the man's arms.Before he could react, warm lips pressed against John, startled, and all his senses returned instantly.The little man wanted to push away Sherlock, who was gradually pushing him into the corner with his height advantage, this intention was instantly noticed, and the consulting detective intercepted his weak struggle and resistance with his movements: he traced his lips with the tip of his tongue, Repeatedly tossing and grinding.

The tactile sensation like an electric shock swept over John instantly, making his long-awaited body soften.

...This is Sherlock.

A low sigh sounded from the bottom of his heart, John closed his eyes and gave up his resistance.

……

Kiss finished.

Sherlock let go of John, looked straight at the door, and slightly raised the corners of his lips: "You're here."

John was startled by the unexpected words, and suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.Following the curly-haired man's gaze straight to the door, he desperately found that his premonition had come true: Sherlock, his Sherlock, - there was no doubt, leaning against the door with a blank expression, his gray-green eyes flickering With icy light.

Hearing the greeting from his future self, Sherlock snorted coldly, with displeasure all over his body, and walked towards his exclusive sofa.

"Yoooooo~~~sherlock, you're not bad either!" In the next second, Jack's figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, this one was whistling loudly and sternly, with an ambiguous expression on his face.He winked at the future Sherlock for a while, but John didn't know what it meant, let alone wanted to know. ——Obviously, this sudden kiss was caught by Sherlock and Jack.

"No, I'm not..." In desperation, John opened his mouth to defend himself, but closed his mouth when he met his good roommate's eyes that were a little colder than usual.Lowering his head, the little man suddenly felt that this kind of himself was a bit ridiculous: for God's sake, Sherlcok didn't want to listen to his explanation at all! ...Isn't it just a misunderstanding, um, this is just right, anyway, the wedding is approaching...

"Enough," future Sherlock said to the curly-haired man.

The consulting detective just glanced at him: "The doctor is outside."

Hearing this, the future Sherlock nodded and walked towards the door.Just as he passed by himself a year ago, he paused for a few seconds and whispered something in the curly-haired man's ear.Almost at the same time when he was about to stride away, the consulting detective's cold warning sound rang through his ears, his steps froze for a while, and he listened patiently to everything, and then he walked out with a smirk on his face.

Sherlock said: "I warn you one last time, don't touch my things."