Sang glanced at Watson gratefully, and Sherlock felt a little irritated in his heart.

He attributed it to Watson's casual invitation to outsiders home, and he looked at the painting with a calm face and a word.

Sang Yi whispered, "No, thank you, Dr. Watson." ”

"That's right." Sherlock said in that caustic tone again, "He doesn't need to go to our house, after all, the suitor who doesn't know where to hide might appear while he's asleep, and he's not scared anyway." ”

"Sherlock." Watson frowned, he didn't know why Sherlock suddenly said such things, although sometimes Sherlock did speak very unpleasantly, but such words ......

Sherlock stopped, he didn't know why he was saying that, but he was more irritated when he said it.

This made him unconsciously go to see Sanyi.

The Dongfang young man lowered his eyes, unable to see the color under his eyes clearly, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was hurt by his words.

Sherlock began to regret it a little.

Watson gave Sherlock a nudge on the shoulder and said, "You should apologize to him." ”

Sang raised his eyelashes, he looked at Watson and Sherlock, the corners of his lips still smiling, "Thank you, Dr. Watson, and Mr. Detective, I know you care about me." ”

Sherlock's lips moved and he said, "If I'm afraid, I can stay here so that the person can know if he comes." ”

"But Mr. Detective said it." Sang Yi said, "You have helped me find the cause, and the rest has nothing to do with you." ”

Sherlock said calmly, "Now there's a new prisoner, isn't there?" Maybe he's dangerous. ”

"Mr. Detective knows if he is dangerous, but you don't tell me, you just say that it may be dangerous...... "Mr. Detective is puzzled, "Mr. Detective, you don't need to be so troublesome. ”

Sherlock wanted to say that it was not troublesome, but he stiffened his face and looked extremely cold, "Yes, you are right, that person just likes you to be stupid, and there will be no other dangerous incidents." ”

"Even if there is." Sang Yi sighed, "Mr. Detective doesn't look like a person who can fight, and it's dangerous for you to stay here, right?" ”

was underestimated. Sherlock narrowed his eyes, the young man of the East was looking down on him.

Sherlock is not the one to be provoked, and the other party has said so, so it stands to reason that he should not do anything.

In fact, Sherlock said, "Watson, go back, I'm here." ”

Dr. Watson looked at Sang.

He was vaguely aware of some strange magnetic field between Sherlock and Sonny, but based on what he knew about Sherlock, it should be impossible.

Could it be that Sherlock was just zealous about helping his neighbors?

Perhaps, that's it?

Sang Yi seemed a little helpless, but there was a vague smile between his eyebrows, "Doctor Watson, can you go back and have a good rest?" If Mr. Detective doesn't mind and wants to, he'll be fine to stay here. ”

Watson stepped back with a solemn expression.

To be honest, he does have a good impression of Sang Yi, everyone is a visual animal, and Watson is inevitably amazed by the other party when he first meets Sang Yi.

But at present, it is only a good feeling, and if he can, he is also willing to develop an intimate relationship and relationship with Sang Yi - of course, he thinks he and Sang Yi are quite compatible.

Their attitude towards life is also relatively consistent, unlike Sherlock, if it were Sherlock, he would not deign to walk down the altar to live an ordinary life.

Dr. Watson left.

The old god Sherlock sat on the ground in a chair, looking at the paintings on the table.

He can see how much effort the painter has put into this painting, and he can also feel the painter's obsession and burning love from this painting.

This made him can't help but go to see Sang Yi frequently.

Sang Yi had a big heart, and when he saw this painting, he was scared for a few seconds and then returned to his usual appearance.

He even pulled up the canvas and prepared to continue painting.

"I haven't had a good rest for two days, and I slept for two hours in the afternoon, shouldn't I sleep well now?" Sherlock couldn't resist being nosy.

Sang Yi glanced at the wall clock, "But it's still early." ”

"You can look at your lips." Sherlock stared at Sonny's lips, "It's an unhealthy lack of sleep. ”

Sang Yi licked his lips unconsciously, then pursed his plump lips that were stained with water, and said, "I can't see it." ”

Sherlock: "......"

He retracted his gaze the moment Sang Yi licked his lips, and when he heard Sang Yi say these words, he looked over again, and at a glance he saw that his lips were pursed and loosened.

For a moment he couldn't remember what he was going to say.

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi stretched out his fingers and gently tugged at the sleeve of Sherlock's coat, "You can take off your coat and wear this at home, it should be uncomfortable, right?" ”

Sherlock took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack again, and said, "You'd better sleep, I don't want to collect the bodies of people who have died suddenly, and there will be news in the newspapers about the sudden death of a new painter who is obsessed with his work." ”

Sherlock's way of caring for people is really fresh and refined.

Sang Yi approached Sherlock with a paint-stained pen, Sherlock didn't move, "What do you do?" ”

Sang Yi handed the pen to Sherlock and smiled softly, "Mr. Detective, will you give it a try?" It's fun to draw. ”

Sherlock looked at Sang in silence, as if trying to see what the man was trying to do.

Sang Yi pushed the pen again, "Come on." ”

Sherlock took the pen with a blank face, and he touched Sang's finger.

Warm, like a fine mutton fat jade, it made Sherlock's heart beat uncontrollably.

But Sonny's expression was calm, and with a gentle smile he pulled Sherlock to the canvas, "Come." ”

Sherlock turned his head to look at Shylock, who touched Shylock's hand and asked, "Do you have anything you want to draw?" ”

The young man's warm, smooth palm touched him, and Sherlock felt like his hands were hot.

The little painter leaned over with a nice faint scent, which Sherlock could only smell when he was very close, and Sherlock couldn't tell what it was, but it made him a little concerned.

Very comfortable.

He wondered with some uncertainty if Sang really liked him. Otherwise...... Are straight men like this? Hold the hand of the same sex without any scruples and teach you to draw?

What if Watson stayed here tonight? Will the same be true for Samny?

Once the idea came to him, Sherlock was a little concerned, and he couldn't hold it back anyway.

Bright red paint fell on the canvas like blood stains.

Sang Yi's gentle and soft voice was soft and soft in his ears, "Mr. Detective......"

Mr. Detective.

Mr. Detective looked solemn, did Sang Yi do it on purpose? If Watson was here, would he have done the same?

Would Sang call Dr. Watson that?

"Mr. Detective?" Sang Yi didn't know why, "What's wrong?" You seem angry? ”

Sherlock paused, Sang Yi had already let go, and stood by and looked at him in a regular manner, and Sang Yi, who was holding his hand just now and guiding him to draw, seemed to be hallucinating.

Is he angry?

Inexplicably, why is he angry?

This little painter speaks, quirky and eccentric.

Sherlock put the pen down and said in a cold tone, "I won't draw anymore." ”

Sang Yi nodded, "Then you go to sleep, I'll paint." ”

Sherlock asked, "Where do I sleep?" ”

Sang Yi pointed to the bedroom, "Do you sleep in a room?" Do you have a habit of cleanliness? ”

Sherlock was silent again, today, he had more than one contact with this little painter, and it was clear that contact with people was easy to cross-spread germs, so he refused to come into contact with people.

However, he did not reject the little painter from touching him, and even in the afternoon, he took the initiative to reach out and press the little painter's hair.

Is he crazy?

The bedding on the bed looked a little messy, as if the owner had gone out without tidying up after getting up, which made Sherlock's fingers move unconsciously.

"Mr. Detective?" Sang Yi screamed again.

Sherlock said, "I see. ”

After a pause, he asked again, "What about you?" Where to sleep? Don't you sleep all night? ”

"Huh?" Sang Yi shook his head, "I have inspiration now, inspiration is hard to come by, you don't have to worry about me." ”

Sherlock stopped talking, but finally didn't say anything.

The little painter was inspired by the same as he had when he encountered the case, so Sherlock didn't say anything more.

There was a very light scent on Sonny's bed, and this fragrance he had smelled when Sunny was very close to him just now, and Sherlock was lying on it, but his eyes fell on Sonny's back.

This is a very likable little painter.

In the open, there are also those who covet him in the shadows.

It's always like this, it's supposed to be a hard life, right?

He's watching you. 】

Sang was distracted, he didn't care if Sherlock was observing him or not.

God gave this Mr. Detective a very high IQ, but gave him a single-digit EQ, or rather, this Mr. Detective is unwilling to go into the world and communicate with the laity.

But none of that matters.

If he likes you, you can stay here. 】

The tail of the plane is scattered across the canvas, and the people floating in the air look upwards as if looking for an impossible life.

Depressing, desolate.

Can he stay here?

Of course not, Sherlock wouldn't like him, because Sherlock has eyes that can see through everyone.

Sang thought that a hypocrite like him could have been seen clearly by Sherlock.

He stopped writing, and the sky was already faintly bright.

The orange-red sun rises.

Sang Yi looked at the painting in front of him and slowly took a step back and sat down on the sofa.

……

Sherlock thought he wouldn't be able to sleep, but in fact he slept better than ever.

He opened his eyes, glanced around the room, and sat up.

There wasn't the slightest sound outside.

Sherlock got out of bed.

He saw the young man sleeping soundly on the sofa, his soft blue hair covering the young man's face, and only his pale lips were exposed, looking thin and pitiful.

Sherlock looked up at Sony's painting again.

At this look, he was stunned.

Death and life.

This stands for – Sanyi.

This is Sanyi.

- Sanyi, who struggled to survive in death.

Sherlock's eyes deepened, as if he had only now understood something.