[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

"Let me guess, according to your personality." Carol bit her finger, "Did the Ancient One not want to accept you at first?"

Sherlock glanced at Carol lightly, "I didn't really want to accept you as a student at first."

Carol curled her lips, "Then you still charge?"

"Tony Stark has been begging me for a long time," Sherlock pinched his chin lightly and said thoughtfully, "Give him some face."

Carol knew Sherlock's character well, and couldn't help but feel sad for poor Tony. She shook her head and said, "Sherlock, thanks to Tony, you have me as a smart student."

"I really..." Sherlock leaned over to look at Carol, then narrowed his eyes, and a faint smile slipped from the corner of his mouth, "I got a big deal."

Caro thinks that Sherlock is complimenting her, although this adjective is very strange, this is likely to be Sherlock Holmes' unique way of complimenting.She raised the corners of her mouth at Sherlock, with a smile all over her face, "Thank you for the compliment."

"Carol Ann, you really are..." Sherlock was taken aback for a moment, then sighed, "It's a blessing for a fool to meet someone like me."

Carol snorted softly, Sherlock was still adding luster to his face by beating around the bush.She originally wanted to continue the conversation, but she yawned involuntarily, and her upper and lower eyelids had already started to fight.

"Sherlock..." Carol called softly, rubbed her eyes, woke up for a few seconds, and couldn't hold on anymore.

"I'm so tired..." Before Carol could finish her sentence, she fell on Sherlock's shoulders. She remembered what she seemed to have to say, and blurted out two words from her mouth. One word, "Good night."

Sherlock immediately reached out to support Carol's body, preventing her from slipping.He raised his head, looked in the direction of Carol's bedroom, and measured the distance from the living room to the bedroom.

Sherlock didn't want to wake Carol up, he carefully rested her head on the sofa and laid her body flat.He got up, walked lightly to Carol's bedroom, and found a blanket of moderate thickness from the cabinet.

Sherlock walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind him.He crouched down and put the blanket over Carol.With a groan, she turned her head to the side, facing Sherlock's face, less than a decimeter away.

Carol looked defenseless in her deep sleep, breathing slowly and peacefully, with a slight smile on her lips.Sherlock watched her for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips curled up silently.

After he stood up, he said softly, "You are so happy to sleep, I really don't know what you are laughing at."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock picked up the spare key that he found in the bedroom just now, walked out of the door lightly, and returned to his room after making sure the door was locked.

The next morning, Carol was woken up by the sun. She stretched herself and found that she was still lying on the sofa, but there was an extra blanket on her body.

Carol lowered her head and smelled it, and the faint smell of rose came, and she smiled.When I went to the supermarket with Mrs. Hudson a long time ago, she recommended this laundry water to Carol.

Carol knew that this was also the smell of Sherlock's quilt, so she bought it. In fact, she started to pay attention to Sherlock so early.

The warm and bright sunlight shone on the table. Carol saw a small note, and she picked it up. It was written by Sherlock asking her to go to 221b Baker Street for breakfast.Sherlock must have left it after she fell asleep.

Carol put away the note, ran into the room to find a book, carefully spread the note and then closed the book.This is the first message written by Sherlock, so it should be kept as a souvenir.

Later, the book was filled with many papers of different sizes.After being discovered by Sherlock accidentally, he checked the content, and it was all in his handwriting, without exception.This is something for later, let's not mention it for now.

After washing up, Carol tied a ponytail and carefully found a hairpin to put it on.She looked in the mirror, why did she feel that she looked a little stupid... and took off the hairpin again.It's just a breakfast, it doesn't need to be so "grand".

What's more, just eating with the familiar Sherlock, she took a deep breath, exhaled, and told herself to be normal.

Carol knocked on the door of 221b Baker Street, feeling nervous and beating like a drum.Soon after hearing the sound of the door opening, she poked her head to look, but the person who opened the door turned and walked back.

Carol pouted, and had no choice but to lift her foot and step in. After closing the door, she found Sherlock sitting on a chair looking at her. She glanced at the table, which was empty.To be precise, there is nothing on the table.

"Breakfast?" Carol pointed at the empty table, confused.

"There are ingredients in the refrigerator." Sherlock looked at her innocently, and he smiled warmly. "I mean, I invite you to make breakfast."

Carol: ...

"Mrs. Hudson has something to leave London for a few days." Sherlock explained, "She only left a refrigerator full of vegetables, and it's up to you."

Carol raised her forehead, why didn't she find out that Sherlock had such a naughty side?She walked towards the refrigerator, gently opened the refrigerator door, and a few lonely eggs were waiting for her.

A fridge full of veggies?Carol narrowed her eyes. Sherlock must have had a hard time seeing, and imagined a refrigerator full of vegetables out of thin air.She took out the eggs and put them on the edge of the stove, "We can only eat fried eggs."

Sherlock thought for a while and said, "Omelettes are also good."

Seeing Sherlock's beating expression, Carol really wanted to throw an egg at him, it was nothing like the breakfast she imagined!After thinking about it, she still clenched the egg in her hand, it was her doing the work again that made Sherlock's clothes dirty, she couldn't help shivering, it's so hard to be a human being.

Carol cracked an egg, and the egg white and egg white slumped limply in the pan.She was concentrating on frying eggs, and Sherlock was watching her intently.

Carol put two fried eggs on each of the two plates, and placed one of the plates in front of Sherlock.Sherlock smelled the fragrance in the air, and praised sincerely, "Carol Ann, your cooking skills are increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye."

Carol held her breath in her throat, her face was indifferent, she didn't want to speak and she rolled her eyes at Sherlock.

They sat across from each other and started to have their breakfast.The sound of the door lock opening broke the peace here. They turned their heads and looked, and someone walked in in a hurry.

Watson was wearing Middle-earth clothes with a tired face. When he saw Carol, he was taken aback. He scratched his head in a daze, "Did I bother you?"

Sherlock and Carol shouted in unison, "No."

Watson always felt that the atmosphere between these two people was very strange, and the tone and content of their speech were exactly the same.He limped upstairs, exhausted from his journey in Middle-earth, and said to himself, "I'm going upstairs, you go on."

Sherlock and Carol:  …

The author has something to say: Thank you Blossoming Landmine~

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