[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

"Oh, you're the one who just moved in next door?" Mrs. Hudson came to her senses first, and she walked up to greet her warmly, "It's been a long time since we've had young girls living in our area. You can sit wherever you want. What do you want to drink? I just bought some good coffee beans at the coffee shop below. Sherlock drank black coffee faster than he drank water. The coffee beans I bought always ran out quickly. Are you Luckily, I just bought new coffee beans today... oh, Sherlock, where did you put my coffee maker? It's all taken up by your gadgets."

"On top of the cupboard." Sherlock responded casually to Mrs. Hudson, then sat down on his exclusive single-seater sofa, and looked at Josie who was sitting opposite, "It seems that you and Mycroft have reached an agreement." cooperation."

Josie didn't seem to hear Sherlock's words, "Sherlock, what do I always tell you?"

"Don't drink coffee, don't smoke, don't stay up late, eat on time."

"The memory is really good, but your body doesn't seem to be controlled by the brain?"

"...you found a new job?"

Josie smiled and said, "Oh, I thought our very clever little Mr. Holmes figured it out?"

"Don't talk to me in such a weird tone, Josie." Sherlock frowned.

Watson on the side recovered from the shock, and interrupted the conversation between the two, "Wait, wait...you, did you know each other before?"

"Hmm, it's been a while." Sherlock's eyes were still fixed on the smiling Josie, but his mouth was answering Watson behind him.

Watson wondered, "A period of time?"

"Since she was born." Sherlock looked back at Watson who opened his mouth in surprise, "What is your expression?"

[Sherlock actually has a girlfriend? ! ] Obviously some parts of the conversation just now misled Watson.

"Mr. Watson, I'm not his girlfriend, we're just friends who grew up together." After a pause, Josie added, with a hint of teasing in her tone, "Ah, by the way, Sherlock is still single , Mr. Watson."

"...Uh, I'm not gay." Watson defended himself, he didn't want to be misunderstood to have anything to do with Sherlock in front of young ladies.

"Oh, really?" Josie looked at the two men in front of her with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry for my misunderstanding."

Watson shrugged his shoulders and said it didn't matter, "It's okay, anyway, it's not the first time." But every time Sherlock looked like he didn't answer, it turned out that he had to explain every time, which really made him helpless.

Mrs. Hudson served the three of them the brewed coffee. Josie thanked her after taking it. She expressed her good opinion of this rare young girl, Mrs. Hudson, and asked her some homely questions. Watson Occasionally, he also joined the topic, and Sherlock was the only one sitting on the sofa drinking his coffee quietly throughout the whole process.

The living room of the house was really quiet when Mrs. Hudson was off to prepare dinner and Watson was off on errands.

Sherlock had already finished the coffee in his cup, and was reading the newspaper that he hadn't finished before, while Josie was sitting opposite him and reading the newspaper he stood between the two of them.

"You have nothing to say?"

The people behind the newspaper didn't answer.

"Then I'll go back first." Josie said as she was about to get up from the sofa, when she heard Sherlock on the opposite side throw the newspaper in his hand onto the coffee table with a "crash".

"You know John is straight."

"so what?"

"Your fake misunderstanding is boring."

Sherlock's gray-blue eyes looked at the playful Josie in front of him, who was amused by his appearance, "Sherlock, when did you start caring about your sexual orientation?"

"I don't care, my lover is my job, Josie."

"It doesn't matter," Josie said, standing up. "I'm going back first, and I still have a lot of luggage to pack. I'll invite you to sit down after I finish decorating the house."

Sherlock didn't speak, and watched Josie walk to the door. Before going down the stairs, Josie didn't forget to turn her head and add: "Sherlock, cherish your roommate, he will be a good friend."

When Watson came back from finishing his work at night, there was only Sherlock left in the room. The latter was sitting in the kitchen playing with his microscope. Watson took off his coat and scarf and hung them up, then walked into the kitchen .

"She... er, Miss Jonathan, I mean?" asked Watson.

"Hmm." Sherlock replied without raising his head.

Watson was a little surprised, "Didn't you guys chat for a while? I thought you guys would talk about some private things. You know, it's the kind of old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time and always talk about the past when they meet. "

Because Josie said that she had stayed in the United States for five or six years before returning to London today, Watson thought they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

"Need not."

In fact, Sherlock and Josie were in touch with each other by text message almost every day, and he was very clear about Josie's affairs. Of course, he didn't feel the need to explain this matter to Watson.

"Okay... that..." Watson hesitated, but finally asked, "So you really aren't a couple?"

Watson's question interrupted Sherlock's train of thought. The latter looked up at Watson and denied, "No."

After receiving the answer, Watson nodded, "So Miss Jonathan is still single now?"

Sherlock put down the glass slide in his hand, looked up and looked away from the microscope to Watson, "Are you interested in her?"

"I'm not interested in young and beautiful girls, so I'm interested in you?" Watson said with a hellish expression on his face.

"She's not your ex-girlfriend's type, and you're not her type."

Watson raised his eyebrows, "So you know exactly what type she likes?"

"Her ex-boyfriends, the first is to play basketball, the second is to study literature. When they were in the United States, they all came into contact with technical personnel in universities. She is also interested in Captain America, so you are not her The type you like, I advise you not to waste your efforts."

If Josie were here, she would definitely jump up in anger at Sherlock's words. She has never had a formal boyfriend. Those ex-boyfriends that Sherlock calls her were all messed up before they got together. Yes, and Captain America is a male god, who can only be viewed from a distance as a male god who cannot be desecrated. She has no feeling of heartbeat for Captain America at all, at most it is the appearance and figure of a nymphomaniac.

"You remember all her ex-boyfriends?!" Watson exclaimed.

"I have a good memory, I thought you knew that."

"I thought you would throw away such useless information like the common sense that the earth revolves around the sun." Watson paused for a moment, his tone a little unbelievable, "Sherlock, do you like Miss Jonathan?"

"Love is the last thing I need."

"Are you serious? I don't think you realize it at all." Watson pulled up a chair and sat down. "You remember all her relationship history, not because of the need to solve the case, but because you are jealous, Sherlock .”

"I have a smart brain. I don't need to be jealous of anyone at all. Watson, you might as well go and see if there are any interesting cases you can take on if you have the time to do these boring speculations here. I'm almost bored to death now."

Watson, who wanted to continue this topic, failed to do so. They were interrupted by the client who came to the door. In the next month, due to going out to handle the case, Watson also failed to find a chance to talk to Sherlock. Continue this topic.

Watson was not a gossip person, but as a veteran in love, he could see that there must be some unexplainable relationship between his frigid roommate and his new neighbor. His curiosity drove him to explore this I understand that it would be a beautiful thing if the two were brought together by accident, but this was just Watson's own unilateral good idea, but in fact his roommate did not cooperate at all.

Over time, Watson became less obsessed with exploring the private affairs between Sherlock and Josie. After all, one of the two parties expressed that he had no interest in love, and the other Watson was not familiar enough to talk about such topics with others, and The most important thing is that the two parties seem to have no further plans.

So the topic of Sherlock's relationship was temporarily shelved by Watson until one afternoon...

The time came to the third month after Josie moved to Baker Street. She usually works from [-] to [-], and occasionally needs to work overtime when encountering big design projects. In fact, she doesn’t meet the two neighbors next door very often. , it was rare to meet Watson downstairs who had just returned from the supermarket, and naturally he would stop to say hello to him.

"Good afternoon, Watson." Josie looked at the shopping bag in the other party's hand, which contained some daily necessities, "You are really a good and caring roommate. You bought everything at home, right? Locke is so lucky to have a friend like you, but don't you plan to buy more ingredients for cooking?"

"Actually, I just went to buy some daily necessities. In fact, most of the time we order takeaway or go out to eat directly." Watson shrugged, "Man, you know, we don't care much about these little things. Sherlock doesn't even care about the details, he can even go without eating for a day."

Josie was a little helpless, "Yes, yes, I know, Sherlock is like that. In fact, if you don't mind, you can come to my house for dinner. If I am at home, I will cook for myself," saw With Watson's embarrassing expression, Josie added, "Sherlock and I have been neighbors since we were young. We often go to each other's house for dinner, and we have long been used to it. And I guarantee that my cooking skills are worth trying."

Watson couldn't resist Josie's warm invitation, so he agreed.

"Then thank you very much..."

"Josie?"

Watson, who was about to thank him, was interrupted by a male voice in the distance. Josie and Watson turned their heads to look at the same time. Walking towards them was a handsome and tall man, wearing an expensive suit and holding Still carrying a black briefcase, he looked like a company executive who had just got off work in central London.

"Jared?" Josie recognized each other, they called each other by their first names and looked very familiar, so Watson had to think about it.

The man named Jared walked up to Josie, ignoring Watson who was standing aside, "Josie, I have something to tell you, a private topic."

Josie just glanced at him, then turned to say goodbye to Watson, "See you next time, Watson."

After speaking, Josie led Jared into her apartment.

Watson, who returned to 221b, carried the shopping bag into the kitchen, and then took out the contents one by one and arranged them. Seeing Sherlock coming out of the room in pajamas and nightgown, he said, "I just When we came back from the supermarket, we ran into our neighbor downstairs."

Sherlock lazily walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa, picked up his violin as if he hadn't heard Watson's words and began to play casually.

"She invited us to go to her house for dinner, and I agreed." Watson put the last thing in the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen. "But that's not the point, the point is..."

"Not only did you go to the supermarket today, you also went to the bakery across the street. Your cuffs were stained with that store's special jam. There were crumbs on your shoes. I could see that you were downstairs when you came back. Met Josie, because your coat was so neat and wrinkle-free even when you got back from going out - that means you tidied up before you got home, you bought a lot of groceries but not many ingredients in them so she saw that we don't often Cooking, she always objected to my irregular meals, so she invited us to her house for dinner, and you complained to her about me, of course, you can know this without reasoning." Sherlock looked down. With his fingers on the strings, he spoke as fast as before.

"Yes, yes, your reasoning is all right, but, Sherlock, let me finish," Watson stood in front of Sherlock with his hands on his hips, "The point is that she brought a man home just now."

Sherlock stopped what he was doing, then put down the violin in his hand, and looked up at Watson, because sitting against the light, Watson couldn't see the emotion in Sherlock's gray-blue eyes, but it didn't affect him. Continued to add——

"It's a good-looking man who looks quite rich, probably some company executive or something. The two seem to know each other very well and call each other by their first names."

Watson's implication is, do you really not care, Sherlock?