The Chinese restaurant is actually a noodle restaurant, cleaned up neatly, and the person who greeted it was a middle-aged woman.

At least in Sangyi's opinion, he is exceptionally amiable.

All the staff of the whole noodle restaurant are the boss and the proprietress because the child settled abroad and brought the two of them here.

The couple is not used to life abroad, so they want to return to their old business to open a noodle restaurant, in fact, there are many Chinese in London, but Baker Street is not very big, so naturally there are not many Chinese.

The store also looks deserted.

Sang Yi glanced at Sherlock across from him and whispered, "If you don't want to eat, we can still go." ”

"Eat." Sherlock said, "It's said I'm not a picky eater. ”

Sangyi: "At that time, you said that the steak tasted very average......"

Sherlock: "Just to change the subject. Although he did think the steak was pretty average.

Sang Yi tilted his head slightly, "So, dear Mr. Detective, why change the subject?" ”

Dear Mr. Detective.

Sherlock couldn't control the smile that leaked from his lips, but he quickly stopped.

"Are you sure you want to continue talking to me about that topic?" Sherlock asked.

Sang Yi pondered for a moment what they were talking about at that time.

Sherlock on the other side had already continued, "I didn't seem to say if I was gay or not. ”

Sanyi: The topic of "......" may not be continued.

"I'm not." Sherlock affirmed, "But I do have a crush on someone of the same sex." ”

It's not a good feeling, it's a liking. Sherlock said this in his heart.

Sang Yi was stunned, he felt a little dull in his heart inexplicably, and his voice was low, "Oh." ”

"Don't you ask who it is?" Sherlock asked, staring at Sunny Nymph.

Sang Yi looked down at the top of the solid wood table, a smile on his lips, and he muttered, "Hmm...... Hope you get your wish. ”

Sherlock said, "It will." ”

"Sour noodle soup~" The boss brought the noodles to Sang Yi with a smile, "It's rare to meet a fellow countryman and give you a poached egg." ”

"Thank you." Sang Yi looked up at the boss and smiled, "It's been a long time since I've eaten noodles." ”

"You young people are away from home, and you don't have a good meal, your parents will be very worried."

The boss muttered and walked into the kitchen.

Sang Yi's eyelashes tremble, and his parents will be worried......

They spoke Chinese, and Sherlock on the other side looked at Sang Yi's mouth, he could understand, and he also noticed that after the boss said that sentence, Sang Yi suddenly fell into the loss.

Sang Yi no longer has a family.

"Sang."

"Hmm."

"Are you upset?"

"Nope." Sang Yi curled the corners of his mouth, "I'm not sad. ”

It's already a good thing to be alive and well.

It didn't seem to be sad, and Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief after confirming it.

But for some reason, Sang Yi's mood doesn't seem to be too high, and it wasn't like this until he stepped into the noodle shop.

When did Sherlock begin to reminisce.

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi suddenly spoke, "Eat quickly, don't be in a daze." ”

Sherlock was interrupted from his thoughts, and he asked, "Are you unhappy?" ”

"Nope." Sang Yi smiled helplessly, "I did have a little heart congestion just now, but now it's fine." ”

The noodle shop was lit up in warm orange light, and Sang's face looked warm under the lamp, and Sherlock looked at it for a few seconds before retracting his gaze, and he said, "Let's go to the movies together then." ”

"Let's talk about it then." ”

It's the same sentence again.

Sherlock was a little upset, and he stopped talking.

Sang Yi didn't say anything.

After eating the noodles in a little silence, Sang Yi glanced at Sherlock's bowl that hadn't moved much and asked, "Do you still eat it?" ”

Sherlock said, "Not hungry. ”

Sangyi: "......"

He stood up and walked over to Sherlock, looked down at the inexplicably grumpy Sherlock and asked, "Don't you want to eat?" ”

Sherlock said, "Not hungry. ”

Sangyi: "......"

He took Sherlock's hand and left the noodle shop.

Sherlock was tempted to pull his hand back, but he was reluctant to refuse contact with Son.

Dating is not an easy thing to do, how can he lose his temper with Sangyi? Sherlock reflected that Son would not like him if he felt that he was being vexatious.

"I haven't eaten, I must be hungry." Sang Yi's voice was gentle and soft, "Is it okay to eat pork chops then?" ”

Sanyi ...... I'm worried that he hasn't eaten.

This fact made Sherlock happy, and he couldn't help but say, "Actually, I was going to invite you to a candlelight dinner at first. ”

Sanyi: What are the ......two big men doing at candlelight dinner?

"But because there are new Chinese restaurants, I think you'll like it." Sherlock said with some remorse, "But it looks like you're not very happy, I messed up." ”

Sang suddenly felt the urge to hug Sherlock, the great detective who always helped him, but in the end he just said, "No, I'm happy, it looks like you're not happy." ”

"I'm happy too." Sherlock's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "Sang, I'm happy too, I've been happy since the morning. ”

With Sang Yi, even if he doesn't do anything, he will be happy, this feeling is something that can't be brought to him by solving a crime, and nothing else can be brought to him by anyone.

Just because he likes Sangyi.

Sherlock obediently followed Sang Yi inside, he was so well-behaved that Sang Yi couldn't help but look at him several times.

It's a little funny that a man of more than one meter and eight meters is so well-behaved, but Sang Yi didn't think it was funny, and even thought it was a little cute.

But what can be said about this feeling? Sang Yi thought, it's not the same as the cuteness he used to say.

Maybe it's Halloween, and there's already pumpkin decorations hanging on the streets.

As the two men walked down the street one after the other, Sherlock suddenly asked, "What candy do you want for Halloween?" ”

"Huh?" Sang Yi's eyes widened, looking a little dumbfounded, "Halloween candy? ”

"Hmm." Sherlock said, "Let's exchange candy." ”

Sang Yi blinked, "Okay, as for what candy to buy...... Then open the blind box, I won't tell you what candy I buy. ”

"However, Mr. Detective can guess when the time comes."

Eventually, Sherlock did not eat any more dinner, saying, "Mrs. Hudson must have something to eat when I go back, and although I would love to spend a little more time with Sang, you are tired." ”

Sang Yi was really tired, but he didn't do anything, but he just felt very tired inexplicably.

He let Sherlock take the hand and walk to the apartment.

The room was pitch black, and Sang Yi didn't turn on the light, and threw himself on the sofa.

He thought for a while, Sherlock has someone he likes, and he definitely can't let Sherlock accompany him to the mountains to sketch, because in this case, what if Sherlock wants to find the other party?

Also, forget about mannequins, no one doesn't mind their favorite person stripping naked in front of other people.

Sang Yi thought about it for a while, the cat had already rubbed up, Sang Yi hugged the cat tightly and muttered, "Only you can accompany me, Nian Nian." ”

Sensing that the owner's mood was not good, the cat licked Sangyi's chin soothingly, and then obediently leaned into Sanyi's arms.

……

Sherlock entered the Sang house very punctually.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that something was wrong.

The painting tools by the window are gone, and they are clean.

The cat lazily lay on the couch, looked up at Sherlock at the sound of the voice, and then went back to sleep.

Sherlock frowned and pushed open the bedroom door, the bed folded so meticulously that it didn't look like anyone had lived in it.

It made Sherlock's heart beat at a rapid pace, but he was still sane, the cat was still there, and there was no way for Sang to get out of here.

So Sang Yi went sketching alone.

A person, not only did not wait for him, but did not even tell him.

This made Sherlock feel inexplicably frustrated, as if Sang's relationship with him had returned to the beginning, and it seemed extremely distant.

What makes him even more unsettling is what if one day, Sang Yi really doesn't say goodbye to him?

Can he know where Sang is going? Can you find Sangyi?

Sangyi is like duckweed, rootless, not knowing where the future will go, and not knowing the past.

Sherlock's eyes twinkled, and he reached for his phone.

It was only after he took out his mobile phone that he remembered that he and Sang Yi had known each other for so long and had not officially exchanged contact information.

He turned and went downstairs.

Mrs. Hudson was dressed up and seemed to be preparing to go out.

"Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock shouted.

Mrs. Hudson looked back, "What's wrong?" ”

"You have Sang's contact information, right?" Sherlock said, "Give it to me." ”

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

She looked at Sherlock incredulously, "You've known Sang for so long, and you don't have any contact information?" Sherlock, how can you catch up with someone like that? ”

Sherlock: "......" they've been together all the time, and they don't need contact information.

But Mrs. Hudson seemed to see that he liked Sang, and not just teasing.

"I want contact information." Sherlock said, "I'm going to find him." ”

……

The sun has risen.

Sanyi has also reached the top.

He set up his painting tools and looked at the slow morning sun.

He reached out, as if trying to catch that little bit of sunlight, but it came out of his fingers.

It's still beautiful.

He thought calmly and picked up the pen.

Usually when he goes out to sketch, Sang Yi rarely goes out with his mobile phone, but when he went out today, he stared at the mobile phone on the table and put it in his pocket by surprise.

It's a strange and subtle feeling.

When he took the tractor to the foot of the mountain, the uncle who drove the tractor asked him with a smile if he was alone, saying that if he was not alone, it would be more dangerous to go to the mountain.

How did he answer?

"My Friend ......"

He only said my friend but kept his mouth shut, like ...... It seems to be a little self-made.

Yes, made.

He got up in the early hours of the morning to avoid Sherlock, and although he didn't know who gave him confidence, he always had the feeling that Sherlock would come to him in the morning.

But at that moment, he was ready to say that his friend might come.

No, it won't.

Sherlock would have been angry, he had said he wanted to come along, but he had sneaked away alone.

Actually, it's better that way, I won't stay here for a long time, even if it's friends, you need distance and your own space.

It's the same with Sherlock.

Be a little farther away from him, and a little farther away.

The vibrating sound of the phone interrupted Sang Yi's train of thought, and he paused his hand and reached out to pick up the phone.

It's a strange call.

Sang Yi picked it up, his eyes fell on the painting, he was stunned for a moment, and slowly spoke, "Hello." ”

"I'm not good." Sang Yi's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, cold, "Where are you?" ”

Sang Yi was a little weak-hearted, he ripped off the painting and crumpled it into a ball, stuffed it into his bag, and said, "Sketch." ”

"I know you're sketching, where are you sketching?" Sherlock asked.

"On the mountain, today's sunrise is beautiful." Sang Yi said, "You have a good rest at home, hang up Mr. Detective." ”

"Sanyi!"

Sang Yi hung up the phone all of a sudden, but felt even more empty-hearted, and Sherlock must have been even more angry this time.

Why is it necessary to distance yourself just because Sherlock has someone you like? A thought popped into Sang Yi's head, friends and people they like don't conflict, do they?

But soon, he remembered again that he would leave.

He unfolded the crumpled painting and looked at it for a while, then crumpled it up again.

There should be no distractions.

But why...... Can you draw Sherlock?

Well, forget it.

Sang Yi wasn't going to embarrass his brain.

He took a bite of bread and didn't plan to pitch a tent, and it would be best if he could go back when he was done.

Originally, he didn't like to sleep in the wild.

Time slipped away slowly, and Sang finished coloring, staring at the crisp mountain peaks for a while, waiting for them to dry and put them away.

Until there was the sound of something stepping on a dead branch behind him, and Sang Yi's back stiffened suddenly.

It shouldn't be humans, because how can humans be so silent?

The words of Sherlock sounded in his head, insects, ants, snakes, rats, and beasts......

Beasts, snakes?

It's not impossible.

What if it's really a beast?

Movies don't often shoot those ......

Sang Yi didn't dare to move, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, he clenched the pen in his hand, nervous, afraid that something behind him would suddenly pounce.

The thing stopped behind it.

Then Sang felt it, and his shoulder was touched.

Is it a snake? Sangyi's mind was a little foggy, and he even felt that he couldn't think

He didn't dare to stay where he was any longer, so he turned around and took two steps back, and the painting tool was touched by him and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before falling, his ankle twisted, and Sang fell into a warm and secure embrace.

He said, "Sanyi, I've found you." ”