Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock felt that marrying Sisi was the most correct choice in his life.

If there is no case, for him, there will always be a second case to make up for it, and he has been tirelessly running around one puzzle after another.But there is only one Xixi—if there is no Xixi, there will be no second person who can accompany him, walk through the long river of life together, and nestle under the tombstone of death.

In fact, the relationship between the two was not very smooth at the beginning. After Sherlock caught up with the train and the two confessed their love to each other, Cecily refused to go back to London with him.Sherlock is not too disappointed because of this, he fully understands such a choice - if Sissy really gave up being a doctor for him, he will feel that she is not like her.

They fall in love with each other, but neither is a person who is desperate for feelings.

Sherlock's work is in London, while Cecily is in Yorkshire, and the contact between the two has become a correspondence.In fact, Sherlock doesn't hate this, but she is always too shy and never speaks directly. Instead, she occasionally plays some word games and hides a few lovely feelings in the letters at the beginning of the sentence. They were all very pleasantly surprised, and they could clearly see her a little shy look through the letter paper.This made it harder for him to let go of her, and when he had the opportunity, he took the train to where she was to meet her.

On his sixth trip to Yorkshire he couldn't help but propose to her.

Fortunately, she didn't stay in Yorkshire for too long. Every time Sherlock went to Yorkshire, it was like a year of tryst. Although Leslie didn't want to put her girl under Sherlock's nose, but he In the end, she was still soft-hearted and let her go back to London, re-establish a new identity and continue to work as a doctor.

Of course, Leslie was very happy. He asked Sherlock to be worth at least [-] pounds before he could marry Cecily (even [-] pounds was not enough in his opinion), but at that time Sherlock was already a nobleman. They solved some troubles, and there was no shortage of money, so Leslie just turned a blind eye.

After the Bohemia Scandal, Sherlock proposed again, with Leslie's permission, using a ring set with a demantoid from Russia.

Cecily loved the emerald green sparkling gem - especially after Sherlock described it as similar to her eyes.

"I got a little piece from a case in Russia," he told her, "and I thought it was the color of your eye, so I bought it."

"But this one is too big, it doesn't feel like a wedding ring at all." She was obviously very excited, but she muttered, "Don't you think this is like a ring that my brother would wear on his thumb...? I think This gem would look better in a brooch."

"My dear Cecily, I thought that even an ignorant gentleman like me knew that a ring should be used for a proposal instead of a brooch," he sighed, staring into her bright eyes, "do you still remember the one you lost at the beginning?" A butterfly brooch?"

It took Cecily a moment to remember what Sherlock had said.

"Wait, I forgot if you didn't tell me, so where did that butterfly brooch go?"

Mr. Sherlock's complexion turned bad all of a sudden: "I think I should remind you that Mr. Browns Jr. is already engaged, and it's not a good thing to keep the gift he gave you."

Cecily kissed the corner of his lips to comfort him: "I just like brooches, but I don't like him—otherwise I would have agreed when he proposed."

"..."

"So the brooch?" She smiled slyly.

"Don't try to keep it."

He blocked his fiancée's provocative lips in his way, and after he discovered this kind of activity that made her shut up immediately and become extremely shy, he even took pleasure in teasing her to challenge herself more, let herself It's good to find a reason to implement a small punishment.

He thought she must also enjoy it, otherwise why would he fall for it every time he teases her?

At that time, Dr. Watson also met Mary, married a wife, and did not live in Baker Street often. Sherlock formally invited his girl to live with him.

Although they proposed marriage, the relationship between the two has always stopped at the stage of a fiancé couple. Sherlock would occasionally stay overnight in Yorkshire, but both of them held the last line of defense.Cecily felt that the spiritual companionship of the two of them was already very satisfying, and she felt that Sherlock probably didn't have that kind of thought—in fact, who can completely restrain himself when embracing the girl he likes? What about the idea of ​​possession?

Sherlock had to admit that in order to prevent the day when he would actually marry Cecily in the foreseeable future, he used a little scheming. Before making this request, he deliberately fed her a little wine, while she was in a daze of drunkenness. time to ask her:

"Would you like to move to Baker Street?"

He knew she couldn't refuse him, always.

After that, it is natural for unmarried couples to couples.

At that time, Sherlock was almost famous in Europe, and even Cecily was brought into a wave of newspapers, known as a woman who was "delicate and frail but conquered detectives".

Sherlock felt that this day seemed a bit late, and they should have been together long ago.

After they got married, neither of them changed much in their lives. They lived not far from Baker Street, very close to the hospital where Cecily worked. Cecily's working hours were relaxed because of Leslie's restrictions. They lived at night. She will live at home, and if she wants to work during the day, she will go to her own business. If Cecily has no work, she will go to Baker Street to find him. Sometimes she will chat with Dr. Watson, and sometimes she will accompany Hudson Mrs.Of course, if both Watson and Sherlock are in 221b, Watson will always have to eat dog food.

——As for tidying up documents, sorting out entrustment letters is a trivial matter, but snatching a pipe is abominable.

For example, when Cecily came to see Sherlock that day, it happened that Sherlock had lit his pipe and hadn't started smoking.

"How many tubes have you smoked today?" Cecily sat beside him.

"It hasn't started yet." He took the pipe away from her. "You should really read my commission letter—I think you can understand that I have to smoke a pipe."

Cecily looked to Watson for confirmation.

Dr. Watson nodded, indicating that his roommate was not lying.

Cecily stood up simply, and Watson thought it was just like usual, she would go to Sherlock's bedroom to sit and read a book for a while, and then come back after the smell of cigarettes cleared.

But actually no.

"Watson, may I trouble you to turn around?" she said with a smile.

Before Sherlock could react, the pipe in his hand was taken away by his wife, and he took a puff.

"Sissy!" He called her disapprovingly, snatched the pipe back, and snapped it away.

He smokes himself, but he never lets her touch it, not even his second-hand smoke.

"I thought you forgot that I gave you this pipe." She felt a little uncomfortable from being choked, and her words were dry.

"I thought what was given to me was mine."

"What's yours is mine." She said it more smoothly this time.

Watson had already turned around, as if he was listening to the radio telling a story, but in fact he was not embarrassed at all, and even a little gossip.

"Okay, sir," she leaned into his ear affectionately, "It is said that the first puff of cigarettes has more nicotine, and I have to die at the same time as you to make you live longer than me... You should know that I don't I like being alone."

Why can she always easily say such love words that touch him and make him want to kiss her so much.

For the sake of Watson turning around, he did.

"Well, you don't need to smoke today," he said in a hoarse voice after a long time, and kissed her smiling eyes, "Ma'am, you succeeded."

On this day, Dr. Watson was away, and Sherlock handled the case alone. When he returned home late at night, he was afraid of waking Cecily, so he simply went back to Baker Street for the night.

Unexpectedly, a drunk wife was captured on his chair.

Sherlock could easily recall Sissy's first time drunk.

He was Dr. Sylvester then, and he was with him in the little village pub, and everyone made a toast to her, and she drank it all because she couldn't handle it.

He was a little upset at first—knowing that he was disguised as a woman, and getting drunk was definitely not a good thing, but he let himself get drunk.

But he was also subtly pleased, because before she drank, she would always look at him casually, as if asking for his approval.

Well, it's fine as long as you don't get too drunk.

In the bar, her face was already stained red, and her green eyes were extremely moist. For the first time, he felt that his heart was tickled, a little itchy and hot.

She was very obedient when she was drunk, and when others offered a toast, she just said thank you, but when he said no to drinking, she was very obedient, and she opened her eyes and looked at him a little blankly.

Kind of silly, but he kinda... likes it.

In the end she was led back by him.

I also thought it was funny, when he told her to leave, he was still worried that she couldn't walk, he turned around and took a few steps, and she obediently followed behind him, he could hear her footsteps were deep and shallow, very Unsteady look.But as soon as he turned around, she stood up slowly, looked at him obediently, and tilted her head, as if she thought it was strange that he would turn back.

"Do you want to help you?" He was unexpectedly patient.

In fact, he hated drunks very much, and he didn't like to communicate with them except to solve the case, but the little drunk in front of him was different.

She blinked slowly, as if she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Do you want to help you?" He confirmed again, and he planned to drag her back if she didn't speak. They were delayed on the road for too long.

"Why do you support me?" She seemed to understand that he was talking to herself, and the girl's voice came out.

Sherlock subconsciously checked that there was no one else around, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"In order to go back earlier," he said with a smile, "it's a bit cold tonight, you'll catch a cold."

"But I don't want to go back." She frowned and looked up at the sky. "Today's moon is very beautiful."

She is acting like a baby.

Sherlock had never seen her like this.

He took some effort to move his eyes away from her, and looked up at the sky. The moon was hidden in the clouds and only revealed some light faintly, like a veil blown by the wind, and then she leaned against him—or Say yes, and fall on top of him.

"Can you see it?" she said.

His whole body was stiff, he didn't know how to move, but restrained, he held her arm with his hand - her arm was very thin, just as he thought.

It's too close, she smells of alcohol, he doesn't like it, but he can discern some of her smell from the alcohol, very faint, he doesn't know if it's perfume, but if it is Perfume is too unsuitable for men, she should at least know how to disguise herself.

Or maybe he thought too much, but he just felt that she was like a freesia in the spring breeze, sweet and pleasant.

The thought made him feel so uncomfortable that he almost reached out and pushed her away.

"Don't you want to go back? Why don't you go?" Now she finally had the babble of a drunk, muttering, "Isn't the moon really beautiful?"

not at all.

He denied it in his heart.

But he did waver again.

"It's time to go back, but I can't go if you pull me."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but he was getting more and more disturbed, and he couldn't hear how deep his voice was.

Thoughtfully, she rubbed against his shoulder, straightened up, and finally stopped leaning against him limply. Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't say anything about whether to support him or not. , she can walk back by herself, just go slower.

Now he felt that his left shoulder was a little numb, and it still carried her smell and temperature.

After walking a few steps, he found that the people behind him hadn't followed up. He turned around again and found the girl standing there with an aggrieved expression on her face.

"You haven't told me if the moon looks good today."

She was a little stubborn and simply sat down on the ground.

"Forget it, I don't care about you, you go back."

"You don't understand the moon, and you don't understand me either."

Sherlock:? ? ?

He was really about to laugh out loud.

"Today's moon is beautiful." He knelt down to look at his girl.

The girl on the ground stared at him persistently, her luscious eyes made people a little drunk, Sherlock thought maybe he drank a lot tonight, otherwise why he was so obsessed with finding himself in her eyes.

"Really?" She puffed her cheeks like a child.

"Really," he felt helpless, and stretched out his hand to pull her up, "Get up, it's cold on the ground."

"No, you have to say it again." She stared at him, looked at his hand again, stretched it out, patted it suddenly and then retracted it, "No, you have to say it twice."

"Why?" He felt that he was really drunk, otherwise why would he ask the logic of a drunk person.

"Because important words have to be said three times." She said.

"The moon is beautiful today," he repeated.

As he spoke, his eyes softened unconsciously.

"The moonlight is beautiful today."

She suddenly laughed, her eyes were crooked, with tiny gleams, and they were filled with him.

This time he reached out, and she didn't refuse.

—Her hands are so small.

he thinks.

Small, soft, and warm.

Obviously a pair of hands holding a scalpel, why are they so softly embedded in his palms, as if they should have been in his palms from the beginning.

After Cecily stood up, she happily hopped and walked. He walked beside her, and was very happy to see her walking crookedly. For some reason, his heart felt full.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, especially in your eyes.

Now, she's drunk again.

He forbids her to drink alcohol, but she herself always likes to drink some sweet and sour fruit wine - Sherlock originally thought that there is no special restriction if the alcohol content is low. Get yourself drunk.

She sat in his place in 221b, hugged her knees and looked at him with a flushed face and smiled.

"How much did you drink?" He leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, "I smell like a whole bottle of fruit wine."

She wrapped her arms around his neck obediently, and took the initiative to find his lips with her lips, and after a bit of sticking, she let go happily.

He suddenly remembered that she was waiting for his showdown at 221b that day, but she was accidentally drunk and nestled in a chair. Her feet almost didn't step on her and she was about to fall. Now thinking about it, he thinks it's very cute, he wants to kiss she.

He almost did it.

"I want to read love letters." She said happily.

Sherlock's face froze.

"I don't care, I want to read it," she laughed. "You didn't even tell me that you wrote me a love letter. If Leslie hadn't told me, I would have missed your love letter."

Sherlock sighed.

"I thought I'd said enough love words when I proposed."

Sitting in this position for too long is prone to numbness in the legs, and now he no longer needs to restrain himself as before, but hangs his girl intimately on him, and she buries her face in his neck, the laughter brought out Breathing made him itchy.

"Xixi." He called her name.

So she would nod in his arms.

He wanted to hug the girl to the bed, but when he got to the bedroom, she wouldn't let go.

"Love letter! I want to read the love letter!" She was messing around, putting her arms around his neck, insisting on taking him to sit on the bed.

"Watson will come back tomorrow, are you sure you want to make trouble?"

His eyes became very deep.

But she didn't listen, she just ground her teeth on the edge of his carotid artery.

She really wanted to kill him.

Such a wet, soft and somewhat irritating feeling made Sherlock tense, but he knew that tonight was not the right time, even though she was being too tempting right now.

Sherlock scratched Cecily's neck, and she immediately shrank her neck to hide from him with a laugh, but she didn't escape his kiss—he kissed him very hard this time, as if venting that she couldn't do anything for the time being mood.

Until she was a little exhausted and lay on his bed panting, Sherlock suddenly remembered the question he had been wondering for a long time.

"What does it mean the moon is beautiful tonight?" he asked her.

"I love you." Her voice was soft, with an unsteady breath, as if she wanted to soak his heart in honey.

"Huh?" Sherlock stared at her, and after uttering a meaningless syllable, understood what she meant.

"I love you too."

The author has something to say: happiness.I am so happy to write it hehehe.

In fact, both of them are implicit parties.

Cecily: The moonlight is beautiful tonight.

Sherlock: Let's watch the sunrise together.

Well, it's really over this time!If you like me, go to my author column to collect it/laugh

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I did some calculations. From the hauntings that started on 8.15 last year, to Baker Street, which ended on 10.31 this year, I wrote a total of 94w words, which can be said to be very productive. Next, I will take a good rest. See you next time~mua-3 -

Q&A:

1. What about Moriarty?

The professor is the story of Lao Fu's middle age. The whole article has always had the shadow of Moriarty, but in fact this is just an introduction, which can be understood as an echo of the original work. The original work does not mention much about what Lao Mo did before What caught Fu's attention.

2. Will they end up having kids?

Yes, yes, but this is the end of the story, please leave a little room for imagination 23333

3. Drive!Where is the car?

not open……

4. When will the new article be published?

There is no plan yet. There are too many explosions in this book. I have to take a break for a while. 23333

5....Okay, I don't know what you are going to ask...It's really over, goodbye friends!Thank you everyone for listening to me tell a very sweet story~