Boyfriend Development Program

"Harold Saxon, it's him!" Sherlock murmured.

John seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically: "Saxon? Isn't that...?"

Sherlock noticed that Mycroft's face changed when they mentioned "master".

"That name." Mycroft turned around and calmly warned the group of people behind him, "The name you heard just now, you misunderstood. If you dare to mention that you heard this name in this carriage elsewhere, I will On behalf of MI[-], I want to assure you that you will receive your mandatory prison sentence shortly. No need to answer, just walk away with a panicked look."

Hearing this, everyone escorted Moran away in a panic.

Mycroft shifted his gaze to his younger brother, pursed his lips, the meaning was self-evident.

"Hmm, the name of taboo, interesting!" Sherlock was unmoved.

The confrontation between the two brothers instantly filled the air with invisible smoke.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the distance, followed by a commotion.

Sherlock sneered: "Moran is dead, why don't you go and see? Oh! Now you have to worry about how to explain to Harold Saxon!"

"Remember, I warned you!"

Mycroft glared at his younger brother viciously, finally gritted his teeth with a tense face and left a word, and strode away towards the place where the voice came from.

Sherlock watched his brother leave and snorted coldly.

After a long time, he turned to John with a blank expression: "John, we should go."

"Right." John followed the footsteps, suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned to look at the bomb, "Wait, bomb?" Soon, the countdown timer that stopped at 1:29 to 1:28 made him startled. Then he was furious: "You...you! Why did you lie to me! You know how to disarm the bomb! You know!"

"Bomb?" Sherlock tried to hold back a laugh, "My poor John, there's always a circuit breaker!"

Suddenly, John felt that he wanted to kill Sherlock: Jesus, he actually confessed his love!Confess to that damned man!Without any danger! --For God's sake!

"Oh look at your face, my poor John!"

"You bastard! Damn you bastard!"

……

A day later, Lestrade brought a message.

About mary, a news that john never thought of.

Until now, John can still clearly remember the complicated look on Lestrade's face.He told John: Mary has a connection with Moran.

"Master's subordinate." Sherlock tossed up and down the mobile phone that the inspector handed to John, and he snatched it - Moran's mobile phone, without a doubt, "Your fiancée Marymosrtan." Unconsciously, the curly-haired man said "Your " is accentuated.

John, who was in shock, didn't hear the implication: "How could it be? She's just an ordinary woman."

"I said, you have the potential to attract dangerous people and things. If you can attract me, why can't you attract a villain agent?" Sherlock's fingers danced quickly on the keyboard, he didn't know what he found, and he said "tsk tsk" Voiced, "I said john, most of the content is about you."

John snatched the phone from Sherlock, and the text messages were shocking——

I managed to "meet" john watson.

John's psychiatrist is Hanniballecter.

Finally became John's girlfriend.

John said that he had hallucinations of game consoles, is it "mother"?

Who is Seamus?Why is it so similar to sherlock?Is it something to do with the game console?

……

"Bang!" A heavy blow!

John's hand hit the table heavily, and he could hear his anger from the voice: "Why did she betray me!"

"John, calm down." Sherlock's tone was steady, "Youchoseher."

His angry eyes cooled down quickly after meeting a pool of icy lake green, John opened his mouth, and found that he had no room to argue, not even the slightest point to accuse Mary: Yes, for God's sake, Sherlock is right Yes, he chose her as his girlfriend, and he chose to escape... He has no reason to blame her, even if she betrayed him first.Oh no, she betrayed him completely, from beginning to end.

The little man wanted to squeeze out a smile, but in the end he couldn't do it.

The hand that squeezed the phone was loosened and squeezed again, and after repeating this several times, John decided to make it clear to Mary.

Sherlock glanced at John who hurried out, without saying a word, just fiddled with his violin on the sofa, with his game console in hand.

Three hours later, when John came back, he saw the same scene: the curly-haired man was fiddled with the violin, sitting on the exclusive sofa...almost motionless.

"Clarified?" Sherlcok plucked the violin with the strings.

"Yes." John sat down on the sofa, "The engagement is also broken."

Sherlock looked up at John with a calm expression: "You don't look happy."

The little man didn't talk, and now his mind was full of Mary's smile when he said "broken engagement", which meant a lot.

"The day has finally come," she said, with a little bitterness. "I wish you happiness."

……I wish you happiness.

John looked at his lover in bewilderment, and asked himself: happiness...can he really do it?

The mutual confession that day seemed like a beautiful dream, which only existed at that moment.After successfully resolving the crisis in London, Sherlock seemed to have forgotten his own words, and his life seemed to be as peaceful as before, without any disturbance.

Suddenly, the words of the consulting detective sounded in 221b: "What kind of life do you want, John?"

"Huh?" John was a little confused.

"What kind of life do you want?" Sherlock repeated tirelessly, and he paused, as if searching for a more appropriate explanation of words, "Or, what do you want me to do? I'm not good at...well, mortals feelings, you know. So, you teach me."

"Teach you?" John repeated mechanically.

Shock flashed on John's face, and then he saw Sherlock's sincere expression, that deep green.Confused by it, he could only ask back in a dull voice, "What do you teach?"

—— "How to do, you will be happy."

The little man coughed unnaturally, lowered his brows and eyes in a concealed manner, and let the great joy churn in his heart, engulfing him: he is willing to change for him!What could he do to make that man... sherlockholmes change for him! --For God's sake!

……

Outside the window, the cold wind seems to have become more bitter, whistling against the window.

The windows didn't seem to be closed tightly, and there was a "squeaky" sound under the ravages of the stronger cold wind.

The trance in John's eyes faded, and gradually became clear: "This is a tragedy caused by me."

"You don't love her," Sherlock said.

"You know that I love—!" John swallowed the "you" that he almost blurted out.

Looking at the indignant little man, a bright smile appeared on the face of the consulting detective: "Mary's mission is to capture you. By the way, it's the same as mine. Even if you get married successfully, with your character, You can be loyal to her—obviously, even if you have children, even if you grow old together. Question: Will you fall in love with Mary because of it?"

John was silent for a long time, "No."

"So she still can't escape the situation of death." Sherlock's voice softened, - he was trying to appease the little man, "John, it's not your fault."

"Thank you." John glanced gratefully at his sweetheart who was awkwardly comforting him.

The cold wind was still howling.

John picked up the fork that fell on the ground, "Prime Minister Saxon... er, I mean the master. Can we only pin our hopes on the doctor?"

"There is an old saying in China: There are specializations in art." Sherlock leaned against the door and said coolly.

"When did your mind palace store this sentence?" John asked in surprise.

Sherlock shrugged and said he didn't know either: "I'm going to delete it."

"No, don't delete it." John finally smiled, "That's pretty good."

After Moran's death, Sherlock and John went to visit the librarian John Smith of Westminster Secondary School, that is, the doctor as a human being.

As expected, Smith had a blue pocket watch, exactly as the doctor said in 1869.

Just by opening the pocket watch, the identity of the Time Lord can be restored.

Smith never expected that one day, his dream would become a reality, from an ordinary human being to an alien who controls time.

Not everyone's heart is as strong as Sherlock's, who can accept the reality without changing his face.Obviously, smith is such a person.

"I need time." Smith felt his mind was in a mess, facing John who was looking at him earnestly, he smiled wryly, and told the two, "Leave me alone."

One day should be enough for the doctor to consider.

John never doubted that Smith would refuse to become a doctor when London was in trouble.

He was with him all the way, John knew.

Fiddled with the ingredients in his hand, John thought absently.

Suddenly, "Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the fork in his hand fell due to unstable force.

"This is?"

John looked at Sherlock suspiciously, who nodded slightly, confirming his thoughts.

"Let's go." The two looked at each other and headed in the direction of 2210!