Boyfriend Development Program

As a teacher at the only monastery school in Cardiff (Note 1), John · H · Watson has a secret that is not well known.

A memory, or more precisely, a dream.

It is said to be "a section", but it is actually a story spliced ​​together intermittently. Sometimes it lasts for several weeks, and sometimes a lot of content appears in one night... In this way, it lasted for three years.In the dream is another him, who lives in the future—the 21st century.

The 21st century was a future that John hadn't even imagined.

People can communicate with each other through a small metal page-turning thing (it seems to be called a computer?), and the carriage is replaced by a small black box one by one-it can run, oh God, what makes him experience the most visual impact Yes, future revealing attire.

Of course, it was... well, not a bad sign for him.

The story takes place not in Cardiff, but in London not far away.

His young life passed by like a flying horse, including his military career in Afghanistan (he didn't even know if Afghanistan really existed), and the real slowdown came when he came back from Afghanistan in January 2010 .

He meets the man, the consulting detective, high-powered sociopath sherloes who claims to have invented his profession.

"Afghanistan or Iran?"

"My name is Sherloes, and my address is 221b Baker Street. And, good afternoon."

"Four serial suicides and now a last word. Oh, it's Christmas!"

……

John guessed that it was the excited child-like luster that suddenly bloomed on the man's expressionless face that attracted him... Well, he in the 21st century made him eager to become "the madman's companion" and suffered To a policewoman's warning, stay away from Sherlock's warning.

Ridiculous.He would never believe that Sherlock would one day stand in front of a dead body and be arrested.No, that man, Sherloes wasn't that kind of guy.

Strange to say, this was the first time he saw Sherlock, yet he firmly believed in it so stubbornly. ——Maybe from the first time I saw that curly-haired man, I trusted him unconditionally for no reason.

John in the dream is on crutches, he sees a psychiatrist (well, it’s a new breed, and what’s even more strange is that he is used to it in the dream—probably because of the dream), and follows the doctor’s advice to blog, but secretly The psychiatrist didn't take it seriously, thinking that lameness is a lifetime thing.Oh, and maybe add the taciturn, midnight nightmares until it's all broken by his good roommate.

Yes, his roommate.

Hardly as he expected, he quickly moved to 221b, willing to be bossed around by the man who called himself a consulting detective.Buying the necessities, cleaning up a messy room, stashing a junkie's cigarettes... even reminding his best roommates to eat and sleep, it's all within his purview.In fact, John was not surprised by these weird changes at all. After all, in his dream, he was willing to take a taxi around half of London on the first day they met, and finally just sent a text message for someone when he came back.

Of course he wouldn't be surprised. A few days later, after he came back with a stinky face and told Sherlock about his quarrel with the cash register, the self in his dream calmly took the curly-haired man's credit card... no wonder! John dared to swear, Jesus is above. When he woke up the next day, he was so surprised that the corners of the man's lips were slightly raised, and the corners of the man's lips became translucent with the light projected from the wide open curtain all day long. In the translucent eyes.

John's alarm bells rang out: it was dangerous to be immersed in the eyes of a man who only existed in his own dreams.

Perhaps, he also noticed this in the dream, and began to date women frequently.

and a woman named Sarah.his boss.Oh, I forgot to mention that in the dream he was a doctor in a small clinic.

A cheesy date. —from his good roommate.To avoid clichés, the three of them go on a bonkers circus date arranged by the damn consulting detective.

oh god, you read that right, it's literally "three people", john swears, sherlock has been trying to sabotage his date with sarah, even though he knows exactly what a selfish bastard the curly-haired man is, got a toy Just wanted to break it... well, John had to admit, maybe Sherloes saw his date with Sarah as a new toy.

As a result, Xi (sang) heard (xin) was happy (bing) saw (kuang), he and Sarah were kidnapped.John in the dream was mistaken for his damn roommate, and he couldn't even tell: Sherlock's credit card, a check for £5000 in Sherlock's name, and the name of Sherlock for the buyer of the circus theater ticket... John felt a little desperate It is true that ordinary people will come to the above conclusions.

As for Sarah's expression, he didn't want to look at it - the look on her face already said it all.

The matter came to an end, and his relationship with Sarah was also declared impossible.Immediately afterwards, aimee, doris, jeae (note 2)... almost without exception, under the interference of sherloes, all the girlfriends he talked about announced one after another that they would not associate with him again——

"God, you and Sherloes, I can't believe it!"

"Why are you dating me if you like sherloes?"

"I dare not compete with Sherloes for a boyfriend!"

……

"You will do anything for him, but he even got your girlfriend wrong." This is what Jeae said in a hurry, but he clearly told him that all the things in his heart were delusions.all of all.

Because sherloes is not only married to work, but also attracted to women.The woman, ireneadler... the consulting detective called her: "the woman."

she is special.Especially to the point that Sherlock is willing to change for her. ** text message ringtones, the slightly raised lips every time she receives a text message - even if she has never answered it, thinking about her phone alone... Even Sherlock's brother Mycroft euphemistically told his good roommate "all Lives will end, all hearts will be broken, and caring is not a good thing."

John clearly remembers——when I think about it, I can still vividly remember how Sherlock played the mournful violin all night after Irene "death", alone in the room, like a man who lost the sweetest candy and Joyful children.The pain in my heart was like tearing, gathering into a vast ocean, washing away the sadness of breaking up with Jeae.

Later, many things happened, and Irene gradually faded out of their conversation, but John knew that she would always have a place, which was far beyond what he could match. —Jesus, he doesn't know why he compares himself to that woman!

After the Irene incident, John gradually noticed that Sherlock began to grow.

"It's not just 12 anymore." That's what he'd rather say if he could.Growth comes with costs, the most obvious of which is that Sherlock has started doing things without telling him.Including the Hound incident, where the man who once stammered his thanks by the pool has learned to put on a big smile, stare at him with those bewitching eyes, and tell him "I've never had a friend. There's only one you" ; including telling him with a deadpan face that "I only have loneliness as a companion, and loneliness can protect me"; including... jimmoriarty.

God, he couldn't forget the way that man fell from the top of Butts Hospital for the rest of his life.In the dream, he raised his head and watched Sherlock fall, spread his wings like a big bird, and plunge into the ground decisively like a moth to a flame. The moment he fell to the ground with a "bang", the whole world lost its color, and the strange gray embraced him and surrounded him. However, he was not reconciled, and he groped and got up and threw himself on the consulting detective until he felt that the man was cold and still. the pulse of...

John stared at the gradually dilated gray-green pupils of his sweetheart, walking and walking in the world of silent films, unable to find a way out.

Yes sweetheart.

People always know how to cherish after losing, don't they?

After losing Sherlock, he finally understood the fact that he loved that jerk selfish high-powered sociopath.

Standing in front of the man's tombstone, he exhausted all his strength and still couldn't control the choking in his voice.

He asks for a miracle. - "one more miracle, sherloe, don't be... dead..."

Miracles do happen.

On the 37th day after the Butts incident, Sherlock returned, almost unrecognizable - Sherloes had a secret and gradually began to act alone.The world has changed even more: weird game consoles, good roommates with shrinkage and amnesia, geniuses emerging in an endless stream (or is Shen Jingbing more suitable?), and even a new psychiatrist who eats people, sherlock from the future, a self-proclaimed "doctor "Man...have to make John wonder if he is still living in London in 2012, not...uh, science fiction.

——Because, Jesus, in the dream, his Sherlock, who had married a worker, kissed him and had sex with him!Oh, for God's sake!Even if it was just a mistake caused by saving him!

Of course, Sherlock and he are still walking through the streets of London.Uh, more or less.

And he, John Watson, who had a clear and ambiguous relationship with his roommate in the dream, was going to marry a woman named Mary. They even went to the church to see each other. The wedding date was set on August 8.

The gears of the dream come to an abrupt end here.

It's like a cycle with no way out, always on the way to Xiangkan Church. ——Which link went wrong?

……

The slender and white fingers ran down the half-covered chest of the green shirt, and the cool fingertips were like a magician's magic wand. Wherever they went, they were like clusters of flames, burning brightly and darkly John's sanity. John tried to raise his head, to see clearly who was giving him such pleasure. The owner of the fingers on his chest seemed to have sensed his thoughts. With a twist of his fingertips, he slammed down and grabbed his most Sensitive places are located.

His body trembled, tensed for a while, and then quickly softened. John felt that he didn't need any strength, and all the senses in his body were concentrated on the place where his hands touched.The gentle, calloused man's hand was gently flicking, and the rhythm became faster and faster...

"Sherlock...sher...um...lock!"

John shouted the man's name and woke up from the dream. The gap between dream and reality caused his eyes to lose focus for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that he felt the coldness on his thigh.Moaning meaninglessly, John finally realized the reality: he had a wet dream, under the touch of the man in his dream.

And again... every day, every night.

Quickly got up to clean up the embarrassment. John was so sleepy from this sweet dream, he could only put on his clothes, open the window, and lean against the window sill quietly, hoping to wake himself up with the midnight wind. and those hopeless thoughts.

"Some boring dreams, John." The little man withdrew his eyes from the cold night sky, and muttered mockingly, "You live in 1869, not the 21st century. Jesus, there are no sherloes here."

Under the dark blue night, John heard the huge posters pasted outside the theater opposite, whistling in the wind.

Taking a closer look, two lines of words are clearly reflected on the poster——

Charles Dickens' trip to Cardiff, 1869.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

The author has something to say: (Note 1) The only monastery school in Cardiff: "The only" is a product of nonsense, although the monastery school did exist at that time.

(Note 2) aimee, doris, jeae: I made up the first two names, but maybe "Three Continents" really had these two girlfriends?

All the way to write, very sad.