When Sherlock. It was midnight when Montague ran out of the "department store".

It is said to be "running out" because the way this man left was not so majestic and majestic, and the educational significance deviated from the positive, and could not be a high-spirited object to emulate. Benjamin's "cold-faced invincible argument ranking."

Sherlock knew that a large part of the reason why he was able to leave smoothly was not because of his long-distance running achievements reaching new highs, but because Edward was too lazy to bother with himself.

In fact, Sherlock is not much worse than Edward, the ranking of the two people in the company is subtracted to one, and the "neighborhood" relationship is determined by comparison, but one in front of the other, and the one in front is Edward.

But even so, the relationship between the two is still closer than anyone else in the company, even the boss Gu Jing once used the two of them as a model to boast in the few meetings with the largest number of rare gatherings, but Gu Jing's other intentions are omitted here.

He is also accustomed to that man's hearty "single-mindedness" and "vow not to give up until the goal is achieved", who made him "deal with" that group of girlfriends who are even more difficult to deal with all day long!

It can only be said that practice makes perfect!

Sherlock sighed, still holding the unlucky black tea cup fragment that was destroyed by Shalier before, for the act of using magic to impersonate Edward just now, in fact, he was not willing to do it, but he became the most heinous and deserved to be punished. Is it the Grim Reaper Charier or the invincible Edward? Benjamin.

And he, who is considered kind, was thrown into the mud.

You owe me once, Edward! Remember me!

didn't dare to shout in front of real people, so I could only comfort myself in private, I was really useless enough.

Now that I think about it, in fact, Edward didn't tell himself what the purpose was, and his cold face when he left a sentence was more majestic than that of his own boss who was far away in the world, and he once again obeyed the arrangement with great dignity, and used the guy who ate to deceive others. Still a man. Still a grim reaper.

Ay! What the hell!

Sherlock's palm flipped in a pattern, the fragments disappeared, and the palm that appeared was a complete black tea cup.

He blew on the black tea cup placed in the center of his palm, and the cup disappeared. Then Sherlock muttered. The expression on his face was a little tired. "I've given it back to you, Edward."

At this time, the private office on the top floor of the "department store" was dedicated to Edward. The black tea cup returned to its original position.

Retreating from the theater in the brain back to reality, looking at it, up to the endless sky, down to the empty and extended land, as if someone had overturned the dye vat full of ink, the vaguely interlaced buildings and tree shadows in front of them were dyed and soaked by a thick and faint intersection, not painting sound but coloring, and then hit a layer of moonlight as white as frosted sugar, quiet and bright.

The cold wind fills the winter that is coming to an end, and the water vapor in the air is a deathly chill, long and unpredictable, but it is restricted, refusing to leave, and every time it is close to the surface of the skin, it will cause a wave of vibration echoes towards the chest, which should be in harmony with the black and white street scene that spares no effort in the vision.

The air currents crossed horizontally in front of him, from left to right, from one end to the other, but as Sherlock took a step forward, the edges rubbed against his skin, and the man was forced to retreat.

The night breeze is dense, and the self is scarce.

At this time, a person is always a lone marcher.

The ache carries the numbness, and it whirls faintly near the temples, and the torment of the swallowing is more deducing than the strong bite, half letting go, half encroaching, and this illusion of freedom is in fact tricking your sensory cells with nature, so that when you see through its deliberate schemes, then you will find that it has swallowed up your whole being.

Sherlock leaned back, leaning against the main entrance of the "department store", even if the pain in his brain was unbearable at the moment, he still looked unaffected, but this leaning posture was a leak of his dizziness at this time.

The pain followed the fine veins to the left half of his face, and the muscles that depicted the shape of the eyes tensed and spasmed under the blindfold, and Sherlock raised his hand to cover it, frowning uncomfortably, but he didn't take it off to check the situation.

Closing his eyes, he felt the pain of a pinprick, and the momentum was announcing that he would rather live with it, and share the good and the bad.

But is this pain a blessing or a curse for him......

Her figure suddenly appeared in his mind, her long golden-brown hair was more than enough to absorb his heart than the sun, and the woman seemed to cry and laugh, as if she was silent, stubbornly not looking at herself, but when she thought she was asleep, she hugged her tightly and got close.

He had always heard the clumsy words of women.

――What should I do, if you and I become old lovers, the traces of the framed memorial will lose the territory due to embarrassment, so the best thing to do is for us not to break up.

A sucker! Why worry about a breakup! How could I have a way to live without you.

Hide the confession in her dreams, like a girl who is just beginning to fall in love, but she is indeed that kind of girl.

Let me protect your secrets, and take you, my woman.

I don't know when, the corners of my mouth have turned into a good-looking smile, in this black and white lost midnight, more colorful than anything else, the only colorful.

It's just that in a man's heart, there is such a person who is more colorful and dazzling than all the people in the world.

Get up, then head in a certain direction, leaving where you are, quietly sliding down a calling bass that you can't catch up with.

"Ningning ......"

****

Gu Xiaoxiao was forced into the bathroom.

Obviously, he had just taken a shower before changing into that maid outfit, but he didn't know what kind of wind Barberet was smoking, so he suddenly pinched his nose and began to dislike himself.

I lowered my head and sniffed, my body was full of cherry aroma, which was sprayed by the "kitten" bell, and the perfume that Xiaofa "brought" from Barberet's collection room, so I couldn't understand it, what was the man's intention to step on the ground with a gentlemanly demeanor in the wind and rain, and bluntly say that he was not suitable for the air index of the bar.

Therefore, even if there is no "person under the eaves and has to bow his head", Xiaoxiao has no way not to be obedient and feel the moisture of the cherry shampoo.

Outside the bar, Barberet extinguished the cigarette in her hand, took a sip of the cherry juice on the table, and then explained very aggrievedly, "Don't stare at me, I really have something to do with you." ”

The kitten "bell" waved its head, and it seemed that it did not accept it at all.

Barberet sighed and continued, "You can't pretend to be like that anymore. After a pause, "If you still want to be with her." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued......)