[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 13 Sherlock

I remember the last time I saw Mycroft was two weeks ago, I went to his Buckingham Palace office to get a small USB stick, I knew he must be desperate to get me back, but I still have another time thing.

I take a deep puff of nicotine, and it's wonderful, the little thing that cools down the engine of my brain a little bit, so it's not so smoky and pissed off.

I'm standing in the backyard in a suit, my shirt button is buttoned by John in the room, I really want to never touch that button, let it stay the same forever, until John unbuttons it with his own hands By now, it was obvious that the sly fox Mycroft had noticed the smile on my face.

"This Christmas looks like it's going to be a good one, better than it's been in years." He puffed a puff of smoke to the side.

I laughed and said, "He wasn't bad when he was in the bathroom this morning."

"Finally bent by you?"

"It doesn't matter, he just needs to focus on me, keep his eyes on me, and be interested in me. It doesn't matter if he's straight, gay or bi, I'm with him, no Because he is a man or a woman, but because of who he is."

"Yes." Mycroft replied coldly, "As you said, one cannot live alone."

I licked my lips, the air in the yard was pleasant and comfortable, snowflakes were falling in my hair and on my shoulders, "Christmas this year is indeed better than ever."

"Sher...lock," Mycroft said again in that pitiful tone, "you should be a saint."

I frowned, "What saint?"

"You know, a statue-like saint, just like Jesus, abstinent, sexless, heartless, loveless, heartless, you should be like this, that's what I wanted, because only like this, no one can hurt you , but now, hehe, Sherlock, poor Sherlock, your armor is broken, and your weakness is exposed to the eyes of the enemy."

I pursed my lips, "It's not what you understand, Mycroft," I turned my head to look at him, "The reason why I can live today and stand here with you is all thanks to one person, that person is not someone else, that person is unique , there is only one in the world.”

"You are the only one. Remember who is the protagonist. You are the one who can slay a dragon in a dangerous situation. What can he do, help you manicure?"

I looked at the distance gradually covered by snow, "The reason why people are great..."

Mycroft smiled. "Ha, a line from John's blog."

"What's next?" I asked him.

"Man is great because he knows how to love." Mycroft choked on a cigarette. He was always stubborn and insisted not to smoke low-tar cigarettes, because the cigarettes with white cigarette butts were tasteless. He said, "What is it? What kind of little doctor can actually write such a thing. But does he understand, love, does he understand it himself?"

"I don't think anyone in the world has experienced love more deeply than he."

"Don't forget that he also wrote that if the future is bleak, you should face life bravely, instead of wishful thinking and wasting your time."

I squinted at him, the thing I hated the most growing up was Mycroft, he always liked to spoil the scene in romantic moments.

Before my ears were frozen by the snow, I put out my cigarette and went back to the house. The fireplace warmed the whole room. Mom was pulling John on the sofa to gossip about family affairs, laughing and chatting non-stop, that's my John, how could they have it all to themselves!I hurriedly took John by the arm and took him away from the chattering living room. We walked to the corner of the stairs, and John kept murmuring his wish to keep warming by the fire, but I rejected it, and warming up to the fire could not increase his IQ, so he He muttered, "Your house is so big, where can you sit if you don't sit in the living room?"

I suddenly had an idea, I ran upstairs, got a thick coat for me and him, and then dragged him to the door of the house, my annoying mother beckoned at me He waved his hand and said, "Don't take John too far, the whole family should eat Christmas Eve dinner together. Don't let John catch a cold, give him a pair of gloves!"

It's as if John is her son!

I took John's hand and ran outside. The snow wasn't deep enough. It would take at least one night to build a snowman and have a snowball fight tomorrow. I led him for a while in the snow, and John gasped. He said, "No, no. Sherlock, I'm getting old."

I glanced back at him, then took advantage of his unpreparedness, picked him up sideways and ran forward, John waved his hands and feet in protest and shouted, "Hey! I said I was old, but I didn't say I was disabled!"

I laughed out loud, I liked the way he resisted.

Just when I was triumphant, I stumbled under my feet and threw my body forward. John fell out of my hand and fell into the mud. He slid forward for several meters like a sponge soaked in water, holding his waist With a miserable wail, he cursed complainingly, "You arrogant guy, you are too aggressive, I must have broken two bones."

I also fell hard, so I quickly crawled over, knelt beside him, stretched out my hands and rubbed his waist in distress, and asked some questions, "Sorry John, I didn't see my feet."

He casually grabbed a handful of snow mixed with mud and smashed it on my face. The cold snowflakes melted instantly, turning into icy water and seeping into my neck. I let out a more miserable scream. In the blink of an eye, John had Quickly got up as if he had never fallen in his life, he stood in front of me, put his hands on my hair, he rubbed my hair, he whispered, "Sherlock, you are like a child."

I frowned, "Is this a compliment to me?"

"Just be it."

I like how John compliments me in various ways. I smiled and stood up, took his hand again, and quietly walked to the frozen lakeside with him. The lake water is clear and transparent. Occasionally, some fish can be seen swimming across the ice. They were frightened by our shadow and flew away like arrows. John giggled because of this. He is a child, and he can laugh so much about such trivial things. happy.

He doesn't wear any rings on his hand now, and the ring mark is faint. If possible, I would like to use a new ring to surround the ring mark, and put it on for him in my name. I think it may be necessary Wait for a while, no matter how long, even if it takes another 9 years, I have enough patience.

John pulled me forward forcefully, let go, and I instantly slid forward like a hockey puck out of control, like skating, I tried my best to keep my balance, not to make a fool of myself in front of him, but I failed because His sudden attack was too cunning, I was paying attention to his ring marks, but he was focused on how to settle the score with me for the wrestling just now.

I finally fell down and lay down on the ice, looking at the snowy sky, cloudy, but the color is so clear, ice spirit, I watched this scene obsessively for a long time, a shadow fell over, John knelt On the top of my head, he held my face in his hands and kissed my lips lightly.

At this moment, I felt that the only time in my life, happiness took care of me.

I never regret knowing John, I don’t regret that humiliating jump from a building, I don’t regret the two years of silence in Serbia, and I don’t regret that thrilling bullet hole. What I regret is that I should have done it sooner, sooner. Some, by the swim, told him immediately the night he carried dynamite and yelled at me to go fast.

"I love you, John." I whispered, my heart beating fast.

John froze, then he kissed my forehead again, and with a silent smile that was full of shyness, he said, "I hear you."

As long as he's still with me, it's not too late.

After a noisy Christmas Eve, my mom and dad always made a fuss when unwrapping presents, please, I can tell what's inside just by looking at the wrapping paper, and sometimes I really think their two old people's surprise is After the performance, the answer to the mystery is so obvious, why are these mortals fussing like a blind man who has touched an elephant's leg for the first time.

On Christmas morning, just before dawn, John and I rushed out in our pajamas, played snowball fights all morning, and annoyed Mycroft, who wanted to sleep in during the vacation, with the noise. He was in the bedroom on the second floor, for sure Pressing my head with a pillow to die of distress, I have a kind of revenge.

The snowball hit John's face and scattered, he fell backward unexpectedly, fell into the snowdrift, grinned, closed his eyes, his eyebrows were covered with snowflakes, like a simple and honest old man, I ran over , the ice slipped under his feet and fell on him, pressing on him like a sandbag, John cried out in pain, "Oh my god! I'm going to die!"

I looked up from him and asked him carefully, "Are you okay?"

John spread his hands under me, and there was a pile of pure white snow behind him. He looked at me, slowly retracted his smile, and suddenly fell silent. He looked at me tenderly, and raised his hand to sweep my forehead , his blue eyes were shining with a moving light, and his lips were very red against the white snow.

I held his hand, and there was an inexplicable strong desire to kiss him in my heart. I wanted to kiss him deeply. Who is it, and who is he.

As soon as I leaned down, John grabbed a handful of snow and pressed it to my face, and I rolled off of him in a jerk.

"You've heard a proverb, if you don't revenge, you are not a gentleman." John smiled, holding a big snowball in his hand, waiting to attack me.

To be honest, John's tactics are traceable, he can never avoid Sherlock's shells, but he is really good at making moves, his despicable battlefield experience, using his foolish face that never seems to lie, Pointing to the empty sky and saying, "Look! Sherlock! What is that!"

I would look back every time, and then a big snowball bloomed in the back of my head, and I couldn't figure out why I fell into such a poor trick. I ran into the living room and huddled on the sofa to mourn for my sudden drop in IQ. I thought John was extremely hateful.

I was expecting him to coax me with pleasant words on the sofa for a while, but in the end he just patted me on the shoulder, and I pouted in frustration on the sofa. Same metal experiment.

When I start to miss my test tube, it means I'm being air-dried by "that person" again.

When I was sad to this point, my cheeks were suddenly pressed by soft lips. John bent down and raised a finger by the sofa to signal me to keep quiet. He looked at me with a smile and said softly, "Waiting for a long time you Mom and Dad just walked out of the living room, or I could have given you this sooner. Don't be mean, Sherlock, I didn't mean to hit you so hard."

I was instantly moved by his heartfelt and passionate compensation. I can enjoy this stealth kiss behind everyone's back for days.

In the afternoon, we packed our luggage and went back to 221B by car. The landlady was still playing bridge with her relatives in the country, and John and I were left in the apartment.

Snow is still falling.

At night, I closed the curtains of 221B with a bang, blocking the boring street outside. After the curtains were closed, the room was instantly dark. I groped and walked to the fireplace, and pressed the switch of the star projector. Then he ran to lie down between the carpets in the living room, with John huddling beside him, giggling in a rough voice.

"You bought it because you like it. What can I do with this impractical and broken Christmas present you gave me?" John said so, but he lay obediently beside me, looking at it happily Bright starry sky without light pollution and air pollution.

"There is a shooting star mode." I touched the button on the remote control and demonstrated it to him. It is beautiful. The stars are the only things worth spending some spare time watching. Although I don't understand them, it doesn't affect my appreciation. their mood.

God's work.

I secretly sighed under the dark blue starry sky.

I squeezed John's hand aside, put his fingers to my mouth and kissed it, John smiled again, and he teased, "Are you in love? Detective?"

"I think so."

"You look fine."

"You too."

"Sherlock, does it make you happy that I live here?"

"Yes."

John was silent for a few seconds, then he said, "Then I'll stay here forever."

"Please feel free."

"I'm not married to another woman either."

"most."

I turned around, lay on my side, and faced him, "With me, don't get married again."

John looked at me with a strange light in his eyes, "You've never held me back like this before."

"Before I thought I couldn't give you, many things, but now it's different, now I realize that many, many things can only be brought to you by me, those women, your wife, no matter how good they are , or asshole Holmes."

John just smiled, and he whispered, "No no, they're still better than you."

"Isn't it just that I can give you that..." I turned over and pressed against him, biting my lip and said hoarsely, "Sex." I added, "I can do it too."