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

Christmas Eve has not yet passed, but the people in 221B have long lost the festive atmosphere. Sherlock, who came back from Barts Hospital, sat alone on his exclusive sofa. He looked at the angry Watson and the helpless Mrs. Hudson. Back in their respective rooms, he was left alone in the room, and the Christmas decorations around him couldn't bring him into the festive atmosphere.

Josie came out of Mrs. Hudson's room with the white coat that had been taken off her arm. She went up to the door of the living room on the second floor and leaned against the door frame to look at Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa.

"That woman is dead." Sherlock looked up at Josie, who was expressionless, as if hearing the news of the death of someone she knew but the rainy weather forecast in London today, "You don't seem to be surprise."

"That phone..." Josie looked at the phone in Sherlock's hand, "That phone is Irene Adler's life, she won't give it to anyone easily, but now it's in your hands," Josie swept Glancing at the opened red gift box beside the table, "It's her Christmas present for you."

Sherlock didn't answer. He held the mobile phone in his left hand and rested his head on his right hand. Under the dim light, Josie couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Sherlock," Josie straightened up and stopped leaning against the door frame. She put the white coat in her hand on another sofa, "How many years have we known each other?"

"23 years since you were born."

Josie walked towards Sherlock, and finally stopped in front of him, looking down at him slightly, "In the past 23 years, I have given you two Christmas presents, one was when I was ten years old, I gave you a chemistry set. Experimental equipment, and another time when I was 16 and I gave you a miniature model of Westminster Abbey that I made myself, and you never gave me any Christmas presents."

"Josie, that woman put this phone here." Sherlock looked up at Josie in front of him, he was a little elusive about what she said.

Josie bent down slightly, closing the distance between Sherlock and "I don't care who owns this phone, and I don't care what Irene Adler wants to play with you, Sherlock, I just want to I want a present from you this Christmas."

"What..." Sherlock's words were interrupted by Josie, whose cool fingertips touched his lips.

All of a sudden, the small room was filled with a delicate atmosphere, and the dim lights hit the two of them. Next to the sofa where Sherlock was sitting, the lights on a Christmas tree decorated by Mrs. Hudson flickered The colorful light shines on the bell, which is especially beautiful. Mariah Carey's "All I want for Christmas you" is playing in the store across the street. The music comes in through the glass window. Josie bends down bit by bit until her The tip of her nose almost touched Sherlock's before she stopped. Her sky-blue eyes were like a layer of gentle water waves. She stared at the person in front of her. Sherlock saw himself in Josie's eyes——

Make my wish is true.

"I don't want to be just a friend who grew up with you."

All I want for Christmas you.

"I want you to be my Christmas present this year, and I want you to be with me."

Josie looked straight into Sherlock's gray-blue eyes, and she saw surprise, understanding, and then peace in it. There was no disgust, but no joy either.

Sure enough, as she thought, Sherlock was still the Sherlock she knew in her last life, and all her expectations and beautiful fantasies were just her daydreams.

Josie put down her index finger on Sherlock's lips, lowered her eyes, and then straightened up a little bit, but her arm was suddenly grabbed by a hand. Josie looked at Sherlock in surprise, and the latter turned the person who was sitting leaning against Lean forward.

"Did you not use your abilities?"

"what?"

Sherlock's hand holding Josie's arm was slightly stronger, and the latter was pulled in front of him. In order not to let herself fall on Sherlock's body, Josie had to bend her knees and put her left hand on Sherlock's right shoulder. , but this posture brought the distance between them closer, with a hint of ambiguity.

"Why didn't you use your abilities? Are you afraid of being rejected by me?"

Josie didn't answer, Sherlock poked her, and it would only embarrass herself more if she answered at this time, "I thought you would be more gentlemanly to a lady who was just rejected."

Josie's words made Sherlock stunned for a moment. He looked at the other's sky blue eyes that were no longer as bright as usual, and said, "I originally wanted to wait until everything was over before talking to you. I thought about it for a long time, love It is indeed dangerous for me and I need to stay away from it. I have chosen to try to give it up. I don’t want to let emotions control my rationality. Most of the things I do must be rational in the first place. But it is undeniable that sometimes my thoughts can't control the hormone secretion of my brain, I wanted to wait, but you opened your mouth first."

Josie blinked her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. She couldn't believe what she heard.

"Why don't you use your ability? I have never rejected you in the past 23 years."

"I..." Josie only felt that her brain was stuck very badly at this moment, and she was a little at a loss, "You, you agreed?"

"Obvious."

"..." Sherlock's tone was firm, which made Josie, who was the first to confess, a little embarrassed, "I, I thought you would say that your job is your lover, you don't need love, you are high-functioning Sociopaths have no feelings or anything..."

"That night at your house, I heard your conversation with Irene Adler when I was unconscious. Although it was very vague, I heard the last sentence she said."

Josie straightened her bent legs and bent down to face Sherlock again, "You really..."

"You didn't avoid me when you talked, it's not eavesdropping, Josie."

"Okay, you're right, I can't refute it," Josie put her hands around Sherlock's neck, "but I have one last request, in general fairy tales, after the princess and the prince get together at the end, they will kiss affectionately Then accept everyone's wishes, so can I kiss you now, my Christmas present?"

"I never knew you still liked those childish fairy tales. You didn't read those fairy tale books when you were young." Sherlock laughed softly twice, then let go of Josie's arm, and changed to It became a ring around her waist, and the person standing bent was pulled into his arms by him. Josie lowered her head, and the person below raised her head.

Snowflakes are still falling outside the window, and the crisp and long bells are heard from the Christmas tree. Under the mistletoe are couples kissing affectionately for love, as if those long and beautiful legends can really make true love last forever.

December 26 this year was a day full of surprises for Watson. It started when he got up in the morning. The thing was like this. He got up at nine o'clock according to the holiday schedule, and then went upstairs after washing. He went to the kitchen to have breakfast, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that Sherlock's pile of experimental instruments on the dining table were all neatly placed aside, replaced by rich and delicious food. He subconsciously thought of Mrs. Hudson , but Mrs. Hudson never made this kind of American-style breakfast, and then he looked in the direction of Sherlock's room. The people in it seemed to be still sleeping, and even if they were not sleeping, it was impossible for Sherlock to make it.

So who will it be?

Watson sat at the dining table, staring at the sandwiches on the table.

Then he thought of one person, the most likely person, but he wasn't sure someone would be so kind as to help them make breakfast so early in the morning.

Then such a thought was slapped in the face.

He first heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened, and he thought it was Sherlock who came out from inside, because it could also explain that Sherlock's door was closed, so he asked, "Sherlock, is it you?" Have you made breakfast..."

Watson got up and walked out of the kitchen, but what he saw coming out of the bathroom was not his roommate, but their neighbor. Josie was standing at the door of the bathroom wearing a set of ordinary house clothes, as if she was in her own home. This made Watson feel a little weird.

"Josie? You, why are you here? Did you cook the breakfast on the table? Where's Sherlock? Is he still sleeping?"

Josie greeted Watson with a smile, "Good morning, Watson, Sherlock is still sleeping, he slept very late last night, I made breakfast, American sandwiches, can you get used to it? "

Sherlock spent most of last night researching how to unlock the cell phone left by Irene Adler. Josie didn't decide whether to tell Sherlock the password of this camera phone. What happened will have any impact, so Josie chose not to tell Sherlock after hesitating for a long time. She just stayed with him for a while, and finally went back to sleep because she couldn't bear the sleepiness. She came to find Sherlock, but the latter was still asleep, so she had to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast first.

"Uh... yes, yes, I can get used to it... no, why are you here so early? And make us breakfast."

"I came here at 07:30 in the morning. I'm used to getting up early at work, so I can't sleep in late." Josie walked into the kitchen and took out milk from the refrigerator. "Do you usually buy your food?"

"Oh, yes." Watson sat down at the table again.

"Eating is too simple, many of them are fast food, which is not healthy," Josie said while tidying up the refrigerator, "I will let Sherlock eat at my place in the future, and you can come if you want, British American Chinese I know Japanese and Thai cuisine, you people who always stay up late and work should eat healthier."

Watson and Sherlock used to have dinner at Josie's house before, so he naturally knew that Josie's cooking skills were good, so he was happy when she said that, "Thank you so much, when there are no cases, you can still Well, once there is a case, not to mention staying up all night for several days, sometimes there is no time to eat, since I shared the rent with Sherlock, I feel that my chances of stomach cancer have increased hundreds of times."

"It's just that you're not used to having two meals a day." Sherlock was standing outside the kitchen door in his pajamas and nightgown. He had just gotten up, his black curly hair was messy, and even his expression was a little dull.

Josie closed the refrigerator door and walked towards him, pushing him to the bathroom, "Go and wash your face and brush your teeth, Sherlock."

"Josie, what are you doing today?"

"what happened?"

"Accompany me to the Butts Hospital."

"I made an agreement with Melissa today that we will go out together. Her precious son is going to take art photos today. I will follow along to see."

Sherlock, who was walking towards the bathroom, stopped and looked back at Josie, with a look of disgust on his face, "What's so interesting about children."

Josie stretched out her hand and slapped Sherlock on the back, and said angrily, "Go and wash up, don't talk so much nonsense."

After finally driving Sherlock into the bathroom, Josie walked back to the kitchen and saw Watson looking at her in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Watson put down the coffee in his hand, "I'm just surprised that Sherlock didn't ask me to accompany him. He usually asks me to run errands with him when he encounters work."

"Who knows?" Josie shrugged, she pulled out a chair and sat down, poured herself a glass of milk, "Sherlock always likes to do things that people don't expect, his head is full of only Something he can understand himself."

"That's true," Watson nodded. "It's just that if it's not my illusion, I always feel that you two seem to be more... closer than before?"

After washing, Sherlock walked to the kitchen and heard Watson's last question. He pulled the chair beside Josie and sat down. He picked up the coffee that Josie had prepared, "We are together."

"!"

Watson looked in shock at Sherlock, who was sitting across from him with a calm face, and Josie, who was nodding his head. He was suddenly glad that he had put down the coffee in his hand just now.

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Watson: I don't want to be a single dog caught between lovers.

Josie: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sherlock: Oh.