Sherlock said, "Mrs. Hudson said, let you have lunch." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Detective." Sang Yi agreed, "You go first, I'll come later." ”

Sherlock nodded, and as soon as he lifted his foot, he stopped.

Mrs. Hudson repeatedly told him to call Sang with him.

"Is Mr. Detective okay?" Sang Yi asked.

"Waiting for you." Sherlock was succinct.

Sang Yi thought to himself, Mr. Detective is really warm-hearted.

He added water to the cat, then looked up at Sherlock standing in front of him and asked, "Is Mr. Detective usually like this?" ”

"All like that?"

"It's just that I'm very enthusiastic and cares about my neighbors."

"......," Sherlock thought for a second how enthusiastic he was, how much he cared about his neighbors, and he waved his hand, "No, no, no, no, I didn't care about you, because Mrs. Hudson asked me to come with you." ”

"Mrs. Hudson," said Sang, "Mrs. Hudson...... Why? ”

"I don't know why, but she seems to think I'm on good terms with you." Sherlock said, "Although I've already explained that I'm not familiar with you. ”

Sang Yi nodded.

He asked, "Have Mr. Detective and Dr. Watson known each other for a long time?" You have a good relationship. ”

"Is the relationship good?"

"That's right." "Mr. Detective doesn't say it, but I always feel like Dr. Watson is your best friend—that's it." ”

Sherlock sighed.

This means something unclear, so Sang Yi didn't know how to talk, he rubbed the cat's head again, and then stood up, "Let's go, Mr. Detective, don't keep Mrs. Hudson waiting too long." ”

"It's you who are too abrasive." Sherlock said matter-of-factly, "Keeping a cat is more delicate than keeping a person." ”

"Because it's just a family." Sang Yi's eyebrows curled, "What's more, I brought it home, and I have to be responsible for it." ”

Sherlock asked, "What about your family?" ”

What about his family.

Sang paused imperceptibly for a moment before saying, "I've ...... No more family. ”

Sherlock realized that he seemed to have touched the sadness of the young man in front of him, and it was no wonder that he was alone on Baker Street and did not say anything like going back.

Sherlock hesitated, and Sang had already changed the subject.

Missed the best time to apologize.

"But it's strange that Mr. Detective would ask me these words." Sang Yi smiled, "Mr. Detective doesn't look like a gossip person in my mind. ”

Sherlock: "......"

Hearing Sonny's words, Sherlock reflected on when he had gossiped with Son.

"Why is it so slow?" Mrs. Hudson's voice rang out, "Did you two go on an appointment to come back?" ”

"Dating? When did your relationship get to this point? Watson asked.

Sherlock rolled his eyes very ungentlemanly, "What date, can't you have something normal in your head?" ”

Sang Yi smiled slightly, these three people have a really good relationship, like family.

"Sang, come and sit down." Mrs. Hudson beckoned, "Today is the first time the four of us have gotten together for a drink." ”

For the first time, four people got together.

On the right hand side of Sang is Sherlock, and on the left hand side is Watson.

Mrs. Hudson was in charge of pouring the wine, "Anyway, everyone is resting tomorrow, right?" Drinking alcohol can bring you closer, and you have to take care of each other when you live here. ”

Sang Yi picked up his glass and said, "I'm not very good at drinking. ”

"Men can't say no." Watson urged the narrows.

Sang Yi laughed helplessly, and he muttered, "Okay, you'll find out later." ”

Of course, he can't say that he pours a glass, but he rarely drinks, especially when he is studying abroad, there are basically no Chinese around him, and he will not drink outside alone.

Occasionally, I might be reluctant to drink some for inspiration, but that's about it.

Sherlock put his phone aside and said, "Alcohol numbs the mind, and my advice is to drink less." ”

Mrs. Hudson rolled her eyes, "People who usually go to bars to drink now make people laugh when they say that." ”

Sherlock: "...... Of course, the little painter also seems to be a person who can't drink. ”

Sang Yi took a sip of wine and looked up at Sherlock.

Little painters?

Is this what Sherlock called him?

Sherlock looked composed, "That's what Watson called you. ”

Watson: "......"

"But why does Sang have hair like that?" Mrs. Hudson asked, "I have a conservative impression of the Chinese. ”

"Ah, this ......" Sang Yi touched his head, "It's a little strange to dye this color because I lost in Truth or Dare, but it's okay to get used to it." ”

"It's beautiful, and it suits you perfectly." Mrs. Hudson smiled, "Honestly, I have never seen a beautiful Oriental like you. ”

Foreigners praise people always so directly.

Sang Yi smiled again and reached out to hold the wine glass, and Sherlock next to him reached out to hold it, and he watched as Sang Yi held his wine glass, and his lips that looked exceptionally soft were imprinted on the wine glass.

It seems that even the lines of the lip lines can be seen clearly.

Sherlock coughed, "You're taking the wrong glass." ”

Sang Yi was stunned for a moment, he looked down and saw that the two wine glasses were very close to each other, so he took the wrong one.

"I'm sorry." Sang Yi was a little surprised, and he put the cup down, his face stained with a thin layer of red.

I don't know if it's because of shyness or because of alcohol.

"It's beautiful." Mrs. Hudson sighed again and asked, "So does Sang have a girlfriend?" ”

"Girlfriend?" Sang Yi shook his head, "I'm not thinking about finding a girlfriend." ”

"That'...... Boyfriend? Mrs. Hudson asked.

Sang Yi glanced at Sherlock, who was silently changing his glass, and replied when he heard this, "I haven't thought about it for the time being." ”

Sherlock, who happened to be looking at Sang: "? ”

There is no consideration without consideration, what does it mean to look at him?

And with such strange eyes.

Looking for a boyfriend...... Still looking at him?

Probably not.

Sherlock hesitated for a moment, he shouldn't have thought about it.

Sang Yi didn't think much about it, he didn't expect that he just glanced at Sherlock one more time to change his glass, and the other party had already made up something strange in his mind.

But even if he knew that Sang Yi didn't care, he felt that he might be a very strange person sometimes.

After this meal, it was already dark outside.

Sherlock stood next to Sang Yi and asked, "Do you have any impression of that person?" ”

Sang Yi shook his head, "Not for the time being, but it's okay, he'll always show up." ”

Sherlock glanced at Sunny and said, "You might consider hiring a bodyguard." ”

"Bodyguards?" Sang Yi smiled dumbly, "Mr. Detective, I'm not someone who can afford to hire a bodyguard, not to mention, I'm just a strange suitor, so it's too much of a fuss to hire a bodyguard or something." ”

Sherlock shrugged, "I'm just proposing, it's your decision to adopt it or not." ”

Sang Yi said, "Thank you. ”

Sherlock gave Shylock a strange look, not knowing what he was thanking for.

Sang Yi chuckled slightly, perhaps from the alcohol he drank at night, and said, "Mr. Detective is a very nice and gentle man. ”

Sherlock was judged gentle for the first time, and he looked at Sang Yi strangely, and the thought crossed his mind again.

This oriental young man doesn't like him, right?

Otherwise, how could anyone think that he was very gentle.

Mrs. Hudson poked her head out of the kitchen and looked at Watson and said, "I always find their atmosphere strange. ”

Watson didn't see it, but he said, "Sherlock seems to be a little more patient with San, and he said it was to solve the case." ”

Mrs. Hudson: "Do you believe it?" ”

"I believe it." Watson replied, "After all, there may be no one to help him except Sherlock." ”

Mrs. Hudson: "......"

Under one roof, three naïve lads.

……

Summers are rainy.

Sang Yi was bored in the house for two days, and then came out again, and it was raining.

When he opened the door, he stood in the doorway with a pale face as a shell of himself left over from the vampire's blood.

He shook his head in distraction and took two steps forward, and Son knocked on Sherlock's door.

Sherlock opened the door and looked Sani up and down, "Are you going to do labor?" ”

It's actually a joke.

Sang Yi raised his hand and handed the scroll to Sherlock, "This is...... Gifts of gratitude. ”

"The payment has already been made, so the gift is not necessary." Sherlock said but reached out and took the scroll away, "What is it?" ”

"Nothing special." "It's a portrait of a painting." ”

Sherlock unfolded and made another joke, "How much can your painting sell?" ”

"Mr. Detective, I have something else for you if you need it...... Of course, painting is not very valuable, otherwise I would not just be able to make ends meet. Sang Yi rubbed his eyebrows, "Okay, Mr. Detective, I haven't slept in two days, now I have to go back and get some sleep." ”

"I haven't slept for two days, just to paint this?" Sherlock's gaze shifted to the scroll, and it was a novelty for Sherlock to look at himself from such an angle.

It seems to be drawn with emotion.

Of course, Sherlock couldn't tell if he was pouring out his feelings.

Sang Yi yawned, then stretched, "Anyway, this is actually just incidental, the main thing is not to draw this." ”

Sherlock: "......" by the way.

"But I'm really sleepy." Tears oozed from the corners of Sang Yi's eyes, "Mr. Detective, I'll go to bed first." ”

"Have you eaten?" Sherlock asked.

Sang Yi shook his head, although he was also hungry, but he was more sleepy in comparison.

Sherlock said, "Unfortunately, I don't have anything to eat. ”

Sang Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "Mr. Detective, you are very interesting. ”

Sherlock: "......"

Obviously, every sentence is like a compliment, but he always feels that he can't hear half of the compliment.

"So is there something wrong with Mr. Detective?" Sang Yi asked.

Sherlock said no.

Sang Yi asked, "Will Dr. Watson come back for dinner in the afternoon?" ”

Sherlock said, "No. ”

"Does Mrs. Hudson want to cook?"

"I don't know."

"Then, if Mr. Detective is not in a hurry, I will sleep for a while and invite you to dinner." The corners of Sang Yi's lips curled, "I don't know if Mr. Detective wants to." ”

Would you like to?

There is nothing undesirable about someone to invite to dinner.

Sherlock was not reserved, he said, "It's still early, you go to sleep." ”

Sang Yi closed the door and let out a soft breath.

His gaze fell on the skull on the table again, and honestly, he always felt that this kind of thing was more appropriate in the room opposite.

Although he had not been to the opposite room either.

[Do you think he's actually cute?] 】

Actually, it's not very cute, but compared to these things......

Sang Yi suddenly smiled and muttered, "Sometimes, it's cute. ”

Mr. Detective, who was said to be cute, opened the closet.

He thought, since he was going out to eat, he would have to change his clothes, right?