[Zhongyingmei] A cookie that moves around

Originally, Eva planned to stay at home and accompany Martha, but once Martha knew that there might be a solution to Eva's problem, Dang was overjoyed, "Eva, I'm fine at home, you can... you You are only 17 years old, I am worried about you going to England alone, I will let..."

"Mom, don't worry." Eva put her arms around Martha's thin shoulders and shook lightly. "If I go, the professor will send someone to go with me."

Martha patted Eva's back gently, as gentle as comforting a baby, "Everything will pass."

Eva leaned on her shoulder, smiling.Yes, everything will pass, it will pass.

Three days later, Eva went to the airport with her luggage, boarded the plane from Kansas International Airport, transferred in Houston, and did not arrive at Heathrow Airport until after eight o'clock in the morning of the next day.

The professor's letter to Eva mentioned that if she was sure to go there, someone would pick her up.So Eva also thought he was a student of Charles, but unexpectedly, after going out of the security check, Eva actually saw a sign with her name next to a tall black curly-haired man.

Eva looked at the black-haired man suspiciously. He was typing impatiently on his mobile phone, and then quickly raised his head to locate Eva's position accurately.

Eva stayed for a few seconds, and saw the black-haired man walking quickly in front of him, with an overly enthusiastic smirk on his face, "Hi, Eva, John is a little uncomfortable, so I'll pick him up on his behalf."

"I'm Sherlock Holmes."

The curly-haired man was not handsome, but he couldn't take his eyes off him.The most amazing thing is his pair of eyeballs, which are so sharp that they seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

How did he know her name?

Eva's first reaction is this is this, wondering if Martha put a sticker on her suitcase...wait!

The familiar feeling suddenly rushed over.

Oh.

Oh!

Eva paused for two seconds before reacting.

Holmes? !

Now she has the urge to tear out the letter paper in the suitcase immediately, and then sternly read the name mentioned by the professor several times.

John Watson!

This seemingly ordinary name has the most unusual roommate, best friend and gay friend!And he himself is an extremely strong and brave warrior!

The above two sentences crashed into Eva's mind instantly after she thought of the relationship between the names John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.

Eva moved her gaze extremely slowly, and landed on Holmes' brow with a smile, "Thank you, Mr Holmes."

Hope her smile is not so stiff.

Sherlock called a taxi, helped Eva carry the suitcase, and got into the car one after the other.

Then Eva sits very obediently on the right, acting as a very quiet air person, trying to make Holmes lose interest in her.

Although not very successful.

Twenty minutes later, in such an extremely embarrassing atmosphere filled with an atmosphere of "you speak first or you speak first", Eva couldn't hold it anymore.

She stretched out her hand and pinched the bridge of her nose, then turned her head to look at the man leaning on the car door on the left, his arm resting casually on the car window, and his eyes fell on a point in the void.However, when Eva looked at him, his eyes met the girl's in the next second.

Very sharp response.

"Excuse me, did something happen to Mr.Waston?" The girl's question caught the attention of the curly-haired man, "Twenty-ten minutes, as expected."

"At the airport, you didn't respond when you saw me. After hearing my name, there was a subtle change. You didn't know what I looked like, but you knew who I was. There may be people in the news at home, and You're not interested in that."

"Knowing my identity has caused you a certain amount of pressure. Obviously, you have some little secrets that you don't want to be discovered."

Holmes quickly finished a few sentences, glanced over Eva, put his palms together on his chin, "Charles Xavier is a professor of genetics, although he is not a doctor, but based on his knowledge of John, you carry a Some kind of condition. John is a good doctor, but that's clearly not his specialty."

"You are an Asian, but your adoptive mother is American. You don't know anything about Britain, but you cross the Atlantic alone. Obviously you trust that Professor Charles."

"So you come to London for medical treatment, but you have nowhere to stay. John can provide you with this convenience."

Holmes speaks fast and urgently, and the sound of the subwoofer constantly echoing in the ears is actually quite enjoyable...if it weren't for the description of Eva.

After listening to everything, Eva subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, "What you said is generally correct."

"Generally?" Holmes frowned dissatisfied. "What's wrong?"

That's a secret.

Eva's eyes told him that, making the color of his eyeballs shimmer.

Eva immediately regretted the previous sentence, and she knew that she should have praised her loudly just now and exposed the matter.

To be honest at this point doesn't suit Sherlock Holmes, it just arouses his further interest.

The taxi stopped in silence along the way.

Holmes opened the car door first, and after walking a few steps forward, a hoarse male voice suddenly came from above his head, "Sherlock, you can't leave a girl behind and make her pay the fare!"

The smooth strides of Sherlock Holmes suddenly came to a halt, he turned around gorgeously, his coat flung out an elegant arc, walked back a few steps, took out a few tickets from his pocket and threw them to the driver, and then took Eva's hand. in the suitcase, "Miskent, please go this way."

Eva... couldn't help shivering, and looked up to the direction upstairs, where a short, thick, blond man was standing there, smiling gently at her.

This is John Watson.

Eva sat on the warm sofa, looked at the burning fireplace, and exhaled a mouthful of white mist.

In the ear is the conversation between the curly-haired man and the blond man.

"Sherlock, you can't put sleeping pills in my tea without saying hello, and then quietly read my email! Do you know how much damage that would do to Eva?"

Apparently John knows his flatmates very well, and it's obviously not a good idea to show a "specialty" of the British Empire in front of a girl who just arrived in London.

"Your legs are shaking, your forehead is sweaty, and the back of your hand is injured. You fell when you got up just now. I don't think you have the ability to leave 221B."

"You can't drug me either!"

"You've been having nightmares at night."

"Do you know that the room I reserved for Eva must arrive before twelve o'clock today! Of course, if you don't know anything, why don't you do it, at least inform me?"

That is the nearest, and the others are too far away, and John is afraid that he will not be able to take care of them.

"You have my credit card."

"You can take it completely."

"I asked you to bring it to me, but you didn't, so I left."

John: ...

Eva: ...

Does he remember the word coma that he said a few seconds ago? !

"boring."

But Sherlock was still lazily leaning on the sofa chair at this time, uttering the word he was most used to.

"Sherlock, you, I'm sorry, Eva." When John called his roommate's name loudly, he suddenly remembered the other person who was still sitting in the living room, and quickly turned to look at the girl, for fear of being shocked Eva.

Charles had already told John about Eva's general situation when he wrote the letter.

They hadn't seen each other for a long time since Charles lost the ability to walk, and John was delighted to hear from Charles.

In those few days, the entire 221B was filled with the joy of doctors.

Until two days ago, in order to save Sherlock, he fell into a concussion dizziness again.

Eva was sitting on the sofa with her hands on her knees, watching them obediently.

A warm smile flashed unconsciously on John's face, "I'm sorry."

He repeated it again.

Eva smiled and shook her head, "I have nothing to do with you, it's very interesting for you to get along."

Only old friends for many years can have such a harmonious and casual atmosphere, which is actually very enviable.

John stroked his chin, looked at Sherlock who was sitting in the armchair that belonged to him carelessly, and said, "It's already one o'clock in the afternoon...the landlady has a single room, maybe I can let Eva live there for a while." He slightly Looking at Eva apologetically, she seemed to be sorry about this matter.

Eva: Meow meow? !

But the one who reacted faster was Sherlock, "WHAT? NO!"

What greeted him was John's fake smile, "The world of ordinary people, the etiquette of ordinary people."