Boyfriend Development Program

After the future Sherlock left, Jack also found an excuse to leave with a smile, as if he couldn't bear the narrow living room that suddenly fell into silence.

Thus, only John and Sherlock, who had been away for a long time, remained in 221b.

His lips moved slightly, and the little man tried to say something, but finally he closed his mouth tightly, not daring to look directly at his good roommate, for fear of revealing the surging emotions in his heart.

He pulled the dark scarf on his body and threw it on the sofa beside him.

Sensing John's restlessness, Sherlock tilted his head, and just glanced at him calmly: "The wedding is in August?"

"Yes. Uh, August 8th." John was taken aback, subconsciously licking his lower lip.

Hearing this, Sherlock suddenly turned his head, his gray-green eyes narrowed slightly, and the sharp light swept John's body up and down like a searchlight.This gaze was too sharp, so sharp that it made John shiver almost undetectably—this behavior, of course, could not be hidden from the great consulting detective, and an inexplicable light flashed in Sherlock's eyes.

The curly-haired man stared at John for a while, perhaps realizing that such a stare would only make his good doctor more uncomfortable, so he lowered his eyebrows and muttered a congratulatory voice: "Congratulations."

……Congratulations?

John twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile, and didn't answer, but shifted his focus between his legs a few times: Jesus is above, he said the same thing twice... What else could it mean?

"Did Sherlock tell you about the best man?" After hesitating for a long time, the little man finally found the words to continue. —he's talking about the future Sherlock, there's no doubt about it.

"Best man?" Sherlock looked quite surprised, his pale face was full of strange expressions, and even his gray-green eyes, which were stained with several shades of shadows, were distracted, "You said...me?"

...finally had a different reaction, for God's sake.But, um, what face should he make? John turned his head to avoid the ensuing inquiry in his eyes, and tried his best to put on a smile on his face: "Yes. Of course, yes."

With just one glance, Sherlock was able to interpret John's sincerity. After a pause, he said hesitantly: "John, you know. These 'mortal feelings', I simply..."

—Do you want to refuse?

"For God's sake, Sherlock, you must attend my wedding." A trace of desolation quickly flashed across John's face, and he lowered his head calmly, watching the shadows reflected on the smooth tabletop, The voice was very firm, "As the most important person to me... Well, I mean friends, you must participate." I don't know if the normal conversation gave the little man some strength. When he said the last sentence, John raised his eyebrows. At the beginning, he looked at the curly-haired man in front of him without blinking, his posture was as firm as iron, and he had the strong character of a former military doctor.

John said he was the most important person to him.

I have always known that I have a high status in John's heart, but I never thought that his good doctor would say such words... Sherlock was stunned at the moment, with mixed feelings in his heart, happiness, helplessness, sadness... all All the emotions pervaded in one brain, and finally turned into an overwhelming sourness that swept over the whole body, as if accidentally biting a lime, and for a while, the eyes and mouth were sour and unbearable.

Such feelings made the consulting detective even more shocked, and his brows were frowned.Subconsciously—though his mind palace couldn't tell him the reason—he pursed his lips, and the curly-haired man pointed at himself, and asked back in surprise: "Me? The most important person?"—When it comes to acting, the Holmes family can It's at the actor level!As early as his childhood, he had achieved full marks in this skill, and now it is even more handy.

John coughed shortly: "Cough, um, yes."

Gazing deeply at John, Sherlock's eyes gradually revealed the joy of a child: "...good."

——Sherlock is happy, right?

John looked suspiciously at the light green in the pupils that couldn't even be covered by the shadows, and it took a while to confirm that it was true joy, and he couldn't help but also smiled, and the warmth spread from the corners of his lips to the dark brown eye.He sighed contentedly in his heart: Sherlock cared about his position in his heart, and, um, was willing to be happy for the sentence "very important"...Jesus above, what else is there to be dissatisfied with...That's fine, Um……

This matter has come to an end.

Only the curly-haired man frowned and put his hands together under his chin—a classic thinking action, as if he was thinking about how to "be the best man".

The two sat opposite each other quietly, "Dangdangdang--", a dull bell sounded from nowhere.

The consulting detective stopped thinking, glanced at John, who was completely huddled in the sofa, and asked, seemingly unintentionally: "How can you kiss him?"

John's expression tightened, and he soon relaxed, but he was a little apprehensive: What exactly did Sherlock want to say? ...well, does that mean he cares?

"Well, it was just a...accident, you know." He licked his lower lip subconsciously, and the little man hesitated before smiling, "Just like me and you before." Just after finishing the last sentence, John's face suddenly changed, wishing he could take back what he said earlier! ——Damn it, why does he keep opening and lifting any pot as soon as he says it!Talking about those memories will only embarrass both parties...Damn it!

Unnaturally shifting his sitting position, John caught a glimpse of his good roommate's obviously darkened eyes from the corner of John's eyes, which were full of obscurity. —— Only Sherlock's eyes made the little man unable to understand half of the emotion in them.

"It's different." Sherlock muttered without looking up.

"Different……?"

John carefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and at the same time sadly found that his heart beat wildly because of these short words. ——It's like his good roommate can break through all kinds of difficulties... no, it should be said that he can abandon his "good wife" to solve the case, or it seems that he suddenly became enlightened overnight and changed from a genius to a secular mortal of!The little man was amused by his own thoughts, and then lightly pursed his lips, revealing a shallow dimple, which disappeared in an instant.Interrupted by this, most of the humble hopes in my heart were extinguished: "What's the difference?"

Hearing this, Sherlock looked up at John, and a brilliant smirk quickly formed on his expressionless face.

So John knew that his good roommate didn't want to continue talking, and he didn't continue to pester him. ——Fortunately, I have already made mental preparations.Thinking of this, the little man pursed his lips again.

There was a stalemate for a while.

John got up: "I'm going to pour tea."

"Coffee." A familiar order came from behind.

"I know." The footsteps stagnated slightly, and a warm smile appeared on the face of the little man, "Black coffee, two sugars."

Hearing the muffled murmur behind him, John's smile involuntarily became brighter. For some reason, he felt a kind of warm emotion filling his whole body, bulging in his left atrium, very full and very ……satisfy.He walked towards the kitchen, intending to make a cup of coffee for Sherlock, although it had been more than half a year. ——with a little "welcome home" to wash away the dust?The little man smiled slightly, and his footsteps became more brisk.

However, the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.

Five minutes later, when John appeared in the living room with a cup of coffee, his good roommate had already grabbed the gray-black coat that had been casually discarded on the sofa.

"Going out?" John's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he quickly understood, and asked tentatively, "Is it a case?"

"There is a new clue in the case of Will and Hannibal." Sherlock quickly put on his clothes, and quickly rushed to John in three steps at a time. He looked down at his good doctor with an excited and excited tone, "John , never mind the bloody coffee and tea."

The eyes clearly reflected the pair of eyes shining with excitement, John also tilted his head slightly, and couldn't help laughing: "Where are you going?"

"London Museum!" After that, Sherlock didn't wait for the little man to react, and immediately went straight around John, grabbed the scarf around his neck, and rushed out of the living room door quickly.

John glanced at the curly-haired man helplessly, and muttered something in his mouth—the tone was not good, but he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips. He immediately put down the two cups he was holding, and chased him in three steps at a time. fuck his best roommate!

"Any new discoveries?"

"Just 10 minutes ago, someone found a sculpture in the underground warehouse."

"Sculpture? What sculpture? Very special?"

"A sculpture of an angel covering his face and bowing his head."

"Angel? Wait, Sherlock, could it be...?"

"Crying Angel! Of course! Look, John! the gameison!"

——"taxi!"

Soon, the black taxi drove the two of them towards the London Museum.