[Comprehensive Anglo-American] The guest on the other side of the refrigerator

Sherlock straightened up in an instant, walked to the window, and began to play wildly with his violin.The unaesthetic noise swept over Watson's ears, and he covered his forehead in pain.

"Please, Sherlock, what are you doing again?"

The noise stopped for a few seconds, Mr. Detective glanced at him boredly, and drew another stroke on the strings with his slender fingers holding the bow.

"Boring goldfish in a boring world, nothing exciting happened on such a rainy day."

Sherlock's fast speech made Watson sometimes selectively ignore the words of the great detective.Watson left directly to find the medicine cabinet in the apartment.

When only the lonely big detective and the unconscious little girl were left in the huge living room, the big detective put down his expensive airs, and stared at the pitiful figure curled up on the sofa with his gray-blue eyes.

When Watson came back with the medicine box, the girl was wearing a black suit jacket.

The military doctor raised his eyebrows, seeing Sherlock sitting on the chair on the other side looking up and thinking, he tactfully did not poke Holmes' awkwardness.

"Wake up, girl, are you okay?"

Through Sherlock's coat, Watson nudged Su Su's shoulder.

When Su Su woke up, she felt that the whole world was as dizzy as her head. She half-opened her eyes, but shrank a little into the sofa.There is a soft touch under her body, but it doesn't look like her bed.Su Su groaned because of the headache, and raised her head. The British-style interior decoration made her not even react when she first saw it.

Watson pursed his lips. The habit he had retained from the past made him always care a little more for patients: "You wake up, take some antipyretics and you will feel better."

The sluggishness brought by the illness made Su Su always feel that she was in an unreal dream.She stared blankly at the stranger in front of her.

So the refrigerator heard her voice, this time buy one get one free, and brought her two people in one breath?Su Su looked around, and the completely different scene from her home made her feel that she might just be dreaming in a daze because of her illness.

Otherwise, how could she have really arrived in England all of a sudden?

But verbally, she still asked Watson in front of her: "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

Hearing Su Su's words, Watson obviously had a helpless look on his face. He shook his head: "This is London. As for why you are here, we don't know anything about it."

Su Su snorted, and nodded slowly to show that she knew.London, she hasn't been there yet, she probably dreamed of it because she watched too many British dramas yesterday.

When Watson and Su Su were talking, Sherlock, who was in the middle of "thinking", strode forward.

Su Su noticed the third person in the room when her long straight legs appeared in her eyes. She raised her head, and in the warm yellow light, her drowsy head could only roughly see the sharp-edged face and gray of the other person. blue eyes.

"Suppose your brain can still think?"

The slightly curly hair of the other party, which is completely different from the British gentleman's introverted elegance, was flamboyant. Su Su looked at it and said suddenly: "You seem to be alone..."

Sherlock straightened the corner of his mouth, not interested in hearing the other party say that he was like anyone she knew.

"You look like Sherlock..."

The great detective fell into silence again.

Watson glanced at his cohabitant with an indescribable expression for a moment, suppressing a smile on his face, but his eyes had already betrayed him.

"Oh John, laugh, I've heard you laugh anyway."

The military doctor tried his best to keep a straight face: "No, I didn't smile." After a while, "Well... I'm just a little surprised, Sherlock, you have become famous in China."

Watson couldn't help but feel a little bit excited, could it be because of the blog he posted?

"John, think about it in your little head that's on the verge of being reduced to a goldfish. Your blog, which has so little hits, won't do the trick."

"Hey, Sherlock!"

Sherlock turned his head, his gray-blue eyes flickering under the light.The corners of his lips, which usually looked cold and thin, moved slightly, evoking a smirk, but in the eyes of people other than Sherlock, this made him look even more difficult to get along with.

"You know me, why?"

When Su Su heard Sherlock ask herself this question in the dream, she turned her head in a strange way, but the top-heavy she almost fell on the sofa.

The slightly cool palm pressed against her head, avoiding the consequences of Su Su falling headlong.When the other party withdrew his hand, the palm of his hand stroked his hair.

Sherlock withdrew his hand, and looked calmly at the stupid goldfish on the sofa that was already burning stupidly.

"thanks……"

Su Su said in a low voice.

Sherlock frowned, and suddenly approached Su Su.His tall stature forced him to bend over, and the shirt tucked into his trousers outlined his beautiful shoulder blades and thin-muscled back.

"I'll ask again, why?"

This time Su Su answered: "In the computer."

Their faces were so close that Sherlock could even feel the hot breath of the other's cold on the tip of his nose.The clear brown eyes projected the appearance of him in her eyes, and the dense and well-proportioned eyelashes under the light seemed to be felt by his skin every time they were stirred.

Watson nodded and asked, "Am I a little redundant?"

Sherlock didn't look back: "Then close the door and come back later, John."

"Well." Watson left with a mocking smile.

When they were alone in the room, Sherlock stood up straight and took two steps back, dragging his chair over and placing it directly in front of the sofa.

Mr. Detective is elegant and casual, with interest and enthusiasm in his smile.

"Looks like a special group of people in McCoff's little records, Asian wizards?"

With the military doctor gone, the hot water and antipyretics were left alone, and Sherlock was in the process of unraveling his curiosity about the unknown, completely oblivious to the problem that the patients in front of him needed them.

"What are you talking about? I know I'm just dreaming."

Su Su frowned, and simply waved her hands after speaking.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Do you think...you are dreaming?"

"if not?"

The big detective was instantly too lazy to talk nonsense with this silly goldfish who thought he was dreaming.

When Sherlock recovered from his contemplation, the exhausted Su Su fell back on the sofa.Because of her illness, her face looked even more rosy. At this moment, she was snuggling up on the soft sofa, as if she was in a dream that one couldn't bear to wake up from.The suit jacket on her body was hugged carelessly by her, and the crumpled appearance made Sherlock glance over it quickly.

"Oh, silly goldfish."

When Watson came back, there was only Sherlock standing by the window singing the serenade.Watson kept looking at the sofa. When he asked, Sherlock smiled faintly and melodiously closed the ending.

"Captain, are you on the phone?"

Coulson came out and saw his idol standing in the corner calling someone.

It's been a few days since Steve came back last time, and soon after, Fury found him to bring up the Avengers plan again.New enemies, unknown space life, and crises are waiting for opportunities to lurk.Captain America finally gave Fury a $[-] bet.

He chose to return to the battlefield, no longer confused.

No one connected on the other end of the phone, Steve concealed his disappointment, and smiled at Coulson after hanging up the phone.

"Yes. Unfortunately, my friend is probably sleeping."

Coulson looked at Captain America's gentle smile and smiled too.

On the other side of the ocean, Su Su's mobile phone was placed beside the bed, but the bed was empty.

Su Su felt that she had a very strange dream. She lazily rubbed the soft bed, and when she opened her eyes, it was still the simple curtains of her own home.

She picked up her phone and looked, it was already the next day.As for the overseas call displayed on the screen, Su Su didn't look at it carefully, and just ignored it as a wrong call.

The original high fever somehow got better instead.Su Su sat up and stretched. After recovering from her illness, the tiredness left in her body made her in a dull state.

The bright sunlight shone on her quilt through the gap in the curtains, and the original loss and sadness in Su Su's heart seemed to have left along with this illness.

She was sweating all over, sticky and very uncomfortable.Su Su flipped the quilt to take a bath.At this moment, she suddenly saw a man's suit jacket on her bed.

The dream of a foreign country that she wished for suddenly emerged clearly in her mind.

Su Su was in a daze.

Hot water vapor permeated the entire bathroom, and Su Su finished taking a bath absent-mindedly.

My God, is it finally her turn to travel this time, so she really had a face-to-face contact with Sherlock and Watson? !If there was a chance to do it all over again, she would definitely not act so stupid in front of the two of them... Su Su covered her face with her hands depressedly, and now she only hoped that she would never appear in front of those two in London again. .

She hung the detective's coat on the hanger in the bedroom, and planned to send it to the shop for dry cleaning and hang it up as a souvenir.Su Su thought to herself, her face turned red from the heat.

Coming out of the bathroom, Su Su, who was wearing a nightgown and a small towel wrapped around her head, was immediately startled by the sudden strong vibration and almost didn't fall to the ground.

After stabilizing her balance, Su Su hurriedly ran to the kitchen where the incident happened.

In the messy kitchen, only the refrigerator was left standing firm, and the instigator... Su Su looked at the red tin can on the floor and fell silent.

"Hey sweetheart, would you mind giving me a hand?"