Baker Street Charterers

"I have been Love You before--"

"Love, in my heart perhaps has not quite died

I hope it doesn't bother you again..."

"I used to love you silently and hopelessly"

"I suffer from both shyness and jealousy..."

"I loved you so sincerely and so tenderly."

"God bless you,"

"Another person will love you as much as I do..."

She huddled in the sofa and read the poem slowly. Nora's voice was lazy, but it really sounded so sad and touching.

Holmes, who was seriously reading the magazine, raised his eyebrows. He didn't lift his head from the paper, but heard a low and pleasant voice floating over, "Unprogressive, lacking in courage, healthy... Who wrote this? ?”

Nora flipped through the book cover, "...Pushkin's "I Loved You Once."

"Who?"

She closed the book with a snap, "Sherlock, it's time for you to add some knowledge about literature."

Holmes didn't even raise his head, "Is it used to deal with those critics and critics who just tilt their necks and think hard about how to make a name in history like they have cervical spondylosis? It's not necessary at all. I want to shut their mouths, I have better way."

Nora raised her forehead, "No, it's not... Isn't everyone supposed to have common sense in literature?"

"I don't recall a great man ever saying anything like that."

Nora slapped herself on the head with the book, "My fault, I shouldn't be arguing with you about this at all, I'm too stupid."

"If you want to pass the boring time, I suggest you put down this meaningless collection of poems in your hand. There are more works in my study that deserve careful study."

"for example?"

""Architecture Plan", "The Art Between Fingers-Introduction to Violin Music", "Discovery of Hundred Elements", "Regional Map of Human Race Distribution"..."

"...Well, I'd better keep reading this meaningless collection of poems, it suits my taste better."

"You may also consider the very classic book "Identification of Various Soot", which is almost the culmination of the author's lifelong knowledge."

"Isn't that your thesis?" Nora laughed, "Oh Sherlock... look at you, you can't find a satisfactory case, you are so bored that you are about to grow mushrooms."

"This statement is very interesting." Holmes looked thoughtfully, and looked over suddenly. "Liverpool is such an interesting place. You who came from there helped me learn a lot of new things."

Nora responded vaguely.

Holmes put down the newspaper, cleared his throat, and made his voice deeper and more dignified, "You know, everyone has their own secrets... and I have always kept some of your little secrets With great tolerance."

Nora raised her eyebrows, "Oh?"

"For example...you have completely different insights from your family, some novel vocabulary that I have never heard, a little hobby of medical science, and even small knowledge from all over the world, some advanced viewpoints...please don't tell me, These are all from the book."

Nora propped her chin and yawned lazily, "Have you finally stopped hiding your curiosity?"

"It is one of the hottest and most insatiable passions in the human heart." Holmes was not at all ashamed of this, with a straight face.

"Oh?" Nora smiled more and more, "So, your heart is actually full of this kind of passionate passion for me, isn't it?"

Holmes met her gaze with great seriousness.

"Okay." Nora waved her hand, "I know you will ask sooner or later... I do have some secrets, but they have nothing to do with you, let alone hurt anyone... It's just a secret."

Sherlock Holmes looked closely, "From three days ago, everything about you will be related to me."

Nora was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly became hot, she looked away in embarrassment, gnashing her teeth, "...Who taught you to say this?"

"No one." Holmes leaned back in his chair comfortably. "You don't have to be envious at all. Learning without a teacher is just one of the skills that a smart person should have."

"Ha ha."

"Since you don't want to tell me, I won't continue to press you." He narrowed his eyes, the afternoon sun came in from the window behind him, his gray eyes looked deep and transparent under the light, and his eyelashes were actually very long And thick, side profile looks like a small brush, every time he squints, it will remind people of a hunting eagle, the sharpness is exactly the same.He himself didn't realize that every time he encountered certain difficulties, he would subconsciously purse his lips slightly, which made his facial contours more profound and three-dimensional, and made him look more aloof and unapproachable.

Nora slowly put down the collection of poems and stared at Holmes without blinking. After a long silence, she suddenly said, "I want to kiss you."

"..."

Holmes put down the newspaper. He turned his head and looked at her with puzzled eyes. He seemed to think that he had misheard. He raised his voice slightly, "What did you say?"

Nora felt the heat rising sharply on her face again, but she didn't back down, but gritted her teeth, looked up at him, and said word by word, "I said, I, I want to kiss you."

Holmes paused.

He blinked his eyes slowly, his pupils shrank subconsciously, but the tense shoulders and back slowly relaxed, and his body leaned back again. He just folded the newspaper in his hand, then turned his head, crossed his legs, fingers Holding hands, with an elegant and calm look, he raised his chin to her, and said slowly, "Please."

"..."

His calm appearance made Nora timid. She blushed and shrank her body, complaining in a low voice, "...It's obviously not the reaction...Do you really like me..."

Holmes overheard this mutter, thought for a moment, then, leaning forward a little, and looking into her eyes, said with great earnestness, "If you doubt it, I think I can explain it."

Nora immediately stuttered, "W-what explanation?"

"Seeing is believing," replied Holmes curtly, and he stood up, looked her down for a few seconds, put his hands on her shoulders, and stooped.

Nora's eyes widened in an instant, "You you-"

Holmes stopped only ten centimeters away from her, his gray eyes blinked, and Nora could only see his well-defined lips pursed slightly, and there seemed to be some annoyance in his voice, " ...At this time, shouldn't the lady close her eyes..."

Nora, "..."

She blushed so much that she could almost feel the steaming heat, and stared at his face with wide eyes, but completely lost the courage to speak.

...Who on earth taught him this?Does Self-Teacher include the option of kissing? ? !

Perhaps because he couldn't stand Nora's hellish stare, Holmes paused for a few seconds, after thinking, and then gently covered her eyes with his right hand.

The sudden darkness made Nora startled, and her whole body's perception became more sensitive. She heard the sound of gentle breathing gradually approaching, a very faint smell of tobacco mixed in the collar, and the palms of the hands covering her eyelids Warm and dry, but it feels very reliable and generous... She even smelled the fresh smell of black tea in his breath, and it got closer and closer, and finally stopped at a distance of only two centimeters from her.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she couldn't stop this unusual state at all.She felt her whole body was stiff and unable to move, as if the world was frozen in an instant, she held her breath unconsciously, bit her lip, tightly gripped the hem of the skirt with her fingers, and tightened her chin, all her energy was concentrated on that small sensitive square inch.

Only a few big words floated in her blank mind: he, want, kiss, I, yes.

Holmes also seemed to be hesitant, but he finally made up his mind. In the original state of bending over, he leaned slightly——

"Hi! Good afternoon! Guys, it's been a while—oh!"

A familiar voice came into her ears cheerfully. Nora was taken aback for a moment, and immediately took two steps back like a monkey to dodge. She fell back on the sofa, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she glared at Hua who was still waving at the door. born.

The joy on Watson's face hadn't dissipated yet, and his eyes were already filled with shock. His eyes flicked around between the two of them stiffly, and he slowly recovered, finally realizing that he seemed to have interrupted something, as if nothing had happened. Touching his nose, looking at the ceiling, "...the sun is so bright today, it's dazzling...I mean, I didn't see anything."

Nora, "..."

Holmes paused, then withdrew his hand and straightened his back. There was no abnormal emotion on his face, and he was still as calm as ever. He even greeted Watson, "Long time no see, doctor."

"...Haha, haha, long time no see." Watson tried his best to ignore the resentment from the corner, maintained a smile on his face, and said bitterly, "So many days have passed... You have changed a lot, Sherlock. "

This meaningful sentence did not change Holmes' color in the slightest. He just nodded at him and said in a flat tone, "You came at the right time, just like before."

Watson, "..." This deep cold feeling.

He touched his nose again, "I didn't see the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door before I came in..."

After a pause, his eyes quietly fell on Nora, he pouted at her, and whispered, "...So you are finally together?"

Holmes looked calm, "Which aspect are you referring to?"

"What else?" Watson blinked suspiciously.

"If you mean house sharing, then unfortunately, I still have to work on it." Holmes stated calmly. "If you mean emotional sharing... yes, we are together."

Watson couldn't help being amazed, and even wiped his eyes moved at the end, "That's great... Sherlock, I've been guessing how long it will take you to find out your love for each other... But the fact surprised me very much, The result was much earlier than I predicted.”

Nora couldn't help asking curiously, "How many days earlier?"

Watson replied honestly, "30 years."

Holmes, "Thank you very much for your visit, Watson. If you have nothing else to do, you know where the exit is."

Watson, "..."