Early in the morning, Connie woke up in the warm sunshine.

Although the hospital windows as standard once left a bad impression on her, because the sun was too bright and warm, she forgot those bad memories for a while.

In addition, before he was fully awake, he heard Sherlock's voice.

"Awake?" A faint low voice, with a shallow concern, was like a drizzle falling in the spring breeze.

Connie subconsciously smiled back, and then reacted again: "That person ......"

"He's dead."

Connie was slightly stunned, and for a moment she was pulled out of the good mood of the early morning, and her last memory was that she met Sherlock who broke through the wall in a pool of blood.

It's just one night, but it's like a world away.

"Drink some porridge." He got up from the couch and sat down next to the hospital bed with a bowl of white rice porridge.

"Sent by Lestrade." He pursed his lips.

Connie thanked her and was about to take the porridge bowl, only to find that the spoon had already been handed to her.

She looked up in confusion and saw Sherlock holding his left hand, looking like he was about to feed her with a spoon.

Connie: "......"

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't drink, Sherlock asked.

Connie looked at the slender white fingers in front of her and swallowed, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

Sherlock glanced at his watch: "18 hours, 47 minutes and 35 seconds." ”

Connie's eyebrows moved: "I've slept for so long......"

Sherlock nodded, and Connie's gaze became even more strange.

So it was just one night, and Sherlock actually woke up early in the morning and sat next to her hospital bed to feed her porridge? What's the situation?

"Open your mouth." As if he didn't like her current expression, Sherlock didn't have any expression, but he spoke again, although it was only a soft sentence, but it sounded faintly threatening to Connie's ears.

Well, it's an honor to be fed porridge by Sherlock Holmes, and it's a big draw for her, after all, she just escaped death...... The thought of killing someone with his own hands made Connie's body tremble lightly for a moment.

"The air conditioner is too cold?"

Connie shook her head and opened her mouth to take a sip of porridge.

Suddenly, the silence came unexpectedly.

"How's it taste?"

"This was sent by Lestrade?" She looked at Sherlock suspiciously, and the gloom in her heart was dispelled by the magical taste of the porridge.

Sherlock's fingers moved slightly, and there was no unnatural look on his face: "I guess, who else but him." ”

Connie nodded with a blank look on her face, "Okay......" She paused suddenly, recalling Sherlock's words.

What should you call it should be?

Even if you don't see the people who sent Lestrade, can't you deduce who sent it?

Not to mention when did Sherlock speak so ambiguously?

Seeing her staring at herself, Sherlock's eyelids moved: "What? Bad taste? As he spoke, he took the spoon and wanted to give it a try.

Connie grabbed his hand in a daze, "No, it's delicious, I happen to be a little hungry, why don't you go buy another takeaway?" ”

A palpable hint of pleasure crossed the corners of Sherlock's eyebrows, and he nodded, "Well, in that case. ”

Connie took the bowl of porridge, her face a little stiff: "Just so you can bring me some other breakfast, I'm hungry." She smiled and took another sip of porridge into her mouth.

Sherlock nodded, opened the door without saying anything, and went out.

Connie, who was in the ward, turned around and picked up her mobile phone and sent a text message to Lestrade: Thank you for your porridge.

It didn't take long for Lestrade's text message to return.

"Porridge? What porridge? Would you like porridge? ”

Connie had such an expression on her face, put down her phone, and looked at the white porridge in her hand, her face was bitter.

Sherlock made her porridge, which was the first time in the world, but the taste of the porridge ......

looked at the trash can in the room, hesitated for a long time, Connie still closed her eyes as if she were dead, Sherlock is rare and kind, don't live up to someone's heart, anyway, it's just a bowl of white porridge, at most it tastes a little strange, and it won't drink anything......

Ten minutes later, Connie lay peacefully on the hospital bed, the bowls on the cupboard were already empty, and when Sherlock came back with the bun, he saw her lying on the bed as if she was half asleep, so he didn't bother her, took the book and sat on the sofa, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

The smile at this moment was not taken into Connie's eyes, in fact, because of her miscalculation, there was a fight in her stomach at this time.

She closed her eyes, trying to figure out Guò sleep and ignoring the faint discomfort, but the sensation grew stronger and stronger, and even she could feel the churning in her stomach.

It's heart-wrenching.

Opening her eyes in annoyance, she stared at Sherlock, who was concentrating on his book, trying to distract herself, but was caught off guard by his turning gaze, as if she had noticed it as soon as she looked over.

The clean eyebrows sank slightly, and he got up and strode to the bed: "What's wrong?" Are you not feeling well? ”

He glanced at the slight sweat on Connie's forehead, pressed the red bell, and the nurse entered the room thirty seconds later.

"What's wrong? Where is the patient unwell? ”

Sherlock flipped Connie open and glanced at her: "Sweaty forehead, nervous, preliminarily concluded that it was a sudden unknown pain in the body......"

Connie smiled, "I'm fine, it's just a little hot." She waved her hand and sat up with support, trying to wave her hand to indicate the heat, but the cramping in her stomach suddenly became heavy.

For a moment, her face changed uncontrollably, and she bent down suddenly, and her shoulders twitched uncontrollably.

Sherlock's eyes sharpened, watching Connie's reaction, and suddenly as if he realized something, he put his eyes on the empty bowl, and his eyes sank slightly.

The nurse examined Connie and gave her a glass of warm water: "Probably because of a bad stomach, drink a glass of warm water and lie down for a while, it will still hurt later, and I will ask the doctor to prescribe medicine for you, okay?" The nurse asked softly, and Connie nodded, took the warm water and drank it, but it didn't do much for the pain in her stomach.

Her forbearance fell into Sherlock's eyes.

As soon as the nurse left, he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Why don't you say it?" His eyes were on the bowl of porridge.

Connie glanced at him weakly: "It's Lestrade's intention after all, it's not a waste ......"

Sherlock pursed his lips and looked at her, "The way you lied, you were stupid. ”

Connie was stunned, is this a foul mouth?

She looked at Sherlock, who seemed to be a little angry, and felt very aggrieved, please, she was the one who drank his white porridge bomb.

After a pause, she nodded: "Okay, I know you did it......"

Waiting for Sherlock's next anger, Connie lowered the top of her head, but suddenly an extra palm appeared, with a warm and gentle touch.

"Don't push yourself." Connie didn't know if she had misheard, but she heard a slight sigh.

She looked up into Sherlock's eyes and felt that this qiē was very strange.

Sherlock is a different person today.

But such a change was not enough for her to think that he was another person.

This is a changed Sherlock.

Connie hesitated, she didn't know if she should ask, she really felt strange, and a little uncomfortable.

The look of wanting to speak and stopping looked in Sherlock's eyes, making him chuckle: "Ask whatever you want." ”

This time, Connie didn't prepare for it, and asked directly: "Why are you so strange?" ”

Sherlock raised an eyebrow: "Strange? Why is it strange? Where? ”

Connie frowned: "Cook porridge for me, feed me porridge, and then ...... And still treat me so gently...... It's not like you at all, although I'm a child, so I won't get me wrong, but ...... Is there really nothing big going on? Or have I been sleeping for a year and you lied to me that I only slept for one day? She looked at her palms and saw that they were no different from the size they had before bed.

A chuckle came out of Sherlock's throat, and the raised corners of his mouth made Connie stunned, Sherlock seemed to be in a good mood today?

The roots of Connie's ears were a little red.

Her heart was suddenly beating two beats faster, accompanied by churning in her stomach, and she didn't know what to do.

"There was no misunderstanding." After a long silence, Connie waited for Sherlock's answer, but she didn't expect to have to reply with such a few words.

There is no misunderstanding.

There is no misunderstanding?

I saw Connie can't turn around for a long time.

Sherlock spoke again: "It's okay to misunderstand. ”

Connie is different from other children, she is even more mature than some adults, she has her own perceptions, principles and worldview, and no one can break the core principles, look, isn't she the best proof now.

So...... She had a soul that was enough to make him look the other way.

Sherlock squinted in satisfaction, and Sherlock looked at Connie with the same look in his eyes.

Now that he had made his decision, he never regretted or recalled.

Connie was suddenly awakened by the bomb.

More than woke up.

She looked at Sherlock in horror: "You ......"

Like me, the three words are like dinosaur eggs blocking sparrow holes, which can't come out.

In the heart, the moment of comprehension and reason collided.

Half an hour later, Connie's hand reached behind Sherlock's ear.

“…… What are you doing? Sherlock, who had been fiddling with her for a while, couldn't help but ask, the touch on his neck made him feel very uncomfortable.

Connie lowered her hand in frustration and didn't □□.

Is this really Sherlock, not Moriarty?

I don't think Sherlock could say anything like that......

Don't say he's not interested in love, even if he is interested......

"You wish I was Moriarty?" A low greeting sounded in her ears, and Connie was startled, realizing that she seemed to unconsciously express her doubts, and suddenly smiled at Sherlock's murderous gaze.

"Just kidding, haha...... It is...... You know, haven't you always been in the rhythm of being a lonely old man for life......"

"Who said that?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow at her.

Connie stared at him, recalling all the interactions between the two, and finally found that he really didn't express any thoughts about being lonely for life, but ......

"Don't you find love boring? And stupidity, it's something that doesn't interest at all...... "Isn't this just a lifetime of loneliness?" She still learned Chinese very well in elementary school.

Sherlock paused, looking at her slightly fluttering eyelashes, "Yes, love is indeed a boring thing. ”

Connie looked at him.

"But, you're not bored."