"Found you."

Sang Yi looked up at Sherlock, and Mr. Detective seemed a little upset, "See what I'm doing?" ”

Sang Yi looked away again, "It's nothing. ”

It was a wonderful feeling to hold Sang, and Sherlock didn't want to let go, he said, "You've gone too far, and left me alone at home." ”

How strange is this sentence.

"I just...... Hiss. The words that Sang Yi wanted to explain pressed against his throat, and he suddenly frowned and hissed softly.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock was a little nervous, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

Sang Yi silently looked down at his feet.

Sherlock: "......"

Sherlock helped Sang Yi to sit down next to him and complained, "I said I'd come with you, but now I'm still broken." ”

Sang Yi gritted his teeth, "Isn't that your problem?" I didn't say hello when I came suddenly, I thought it was ...... I thought ......"

"Think it's a villain, a beast?"

Sherlock crouched down to take off Sanyi's shoes and socks.

Sherlock's palms were dry and warm, but Sang Yi was so shocked that goosebumps rose, and he subconsciously shrank his feet, "Detective ......"

"Well, I'm here." Sherlock pressed his restless foot and said, "Don't move, I'll see." ”

The snow-white ankle was swollen, and the pink mole swayed back and forth, which was particularly eye-catching.

But Sherlock wasn't in the mood to look at the mole right now.

He glanced up at Sang Yi and asked, "Does it hurt?" ”

"You're going to try it?" Sang Yi said angrily, "It's too much. ”

It's too much.

Sang Yi looked down at his ankle, it was so big that it couldn't get rid of the swelling in three or five days.

Sherlock tried to touch his ankle lightly, and Son was so hurt that he hissed and his voice was hoarse, "Don't ...... Don't touch it, it hurts. ”

"It's so serious." Sherlock frowned, visibly worried.

"You can't spend the night here." Sang Yi muttered, "Gotta get down." ”

"Of course you have to go down." Sherlock was dissatisfied, "Did you plan to spend the night here alone in the first place?" ”

"No ......"

Sherlock crouched down with his back to Sunny and interrupted Sonny, "I'll carry you down the mountain." ”

Sang Yi was slightly stunned, "I ......"

"You can't walk by yourself, I'll carry you down the mountain and let Watson pick us up." Sherlock said, "That's the best option, isn't it?" ”

"Or do you prefer me to hug you?"

"My stuff ......," Sang Yi whispered, "what to do?" ”

……

Sherlock's back is also very secure.

Sang Yi blinked softly and asked, "How did you know I was here?" ”

Without waiting for Sherlock to answer, he laughed again, "I almost forgot, you're Sherlock, isn't it easy to guess where I am?" ”

Sherlock's voice was steady, "This time it is, but next time, if you get out of here, I probably won't be able to find you." ”

Sang Yi opened his mouth slightly, and he muttered, "That's no way to do it......"

"So you're still leaving, right?" Sherlock asked, seemingly disappointed.

Sang Yi stopped talking again.

Sherlock stopped talking, he could feel Sonny's breath right next to his ear, which made his heart beat unconsciously, but the thought that Sunny had not given up on the idea of leaving was a little suffocating.

It was a long time before Sherlock said, "Sang, aren't there any people or things here that you remember?" ”

Sang Yi didn't answer, his breathing was steady, and the hair that fell from Sherlock's neck exuded the faint sweetness that Sherlock had smelled, just like Sang Yi, a faint but unexpectedly sweet nature.

Sang fell asleep.

Didn't get a good night's sleep last night and woke up early this morning.

European bread for breakfast.

Maybe hungry.

Maybe sleepy and hungry.

Sang Yi opened his eyes slightly, and closed them again.

He heard Sherlock's question, but how was he going to answer?

He doesn't have anyone to remember here.

Actually, there is.

He was also very concerned about Sherlock's mood, and he had thought before, or he should stay here, with Sherlock.

But no, Sherlock has someone he likes.

Why can't friends and people they like coexist?

Sang asked himself again.

He seemed to vaguely understand.

He may ...... Love Sherlock.

Is it just because Sherlock helped him? Of course not.

In this strange world, there is a person who helps himself, treats himself unconditionally, accompanies him, helps him find his cat, and learns to make Chinese food and make dumplings because he likes to eat Chinese food......

Isn't it normal to be liked?

He's just a little sluggish, but it's so obvious.

Always in a good mood when he was with Sherlock, he decided to distance himself from Sherlock after knowing that Sherlock had someone he liked...... Actually, it's because I like this person.

But unfortunately, Sherlock has someone to like.

So, he won't stay here anymore.

So...... Give yourself a little more time, just after Christmas.

It's over Christmas, and it's still a long time before Christmas - at least after Halloween.

Are you sure? 】

Yes, after Halloween, he can also say goodbye to Mrs. Hudson and Dr. Watson, who helped him.

And Sherlock, maybe Sherlock was already with the person he liked at that time.

He should treat Sherlock the same way he treated his friends now, but not as unbounded as before.

Well, let Sherlock return the key to himself when he gets back, Sherlock doesn't have it right to hold it.

Sami thought to himself, sniffing Sherlock's breath and slowly closing his eyes, this time he was really asleep.

……

Watson helped Sang Yi look at it and said, "It's good to have a good rest for a while, but it's not recommended to take a bath today." ”

Sang nodded, his gaze meeting the eyes of Sherlock next to him, and quickly retracted it, looking a little flustered.

Sherlock frowned slightly, he didn't know what was wrong with Son, why he didn't even look at him.

Watson saw the interaction between the two of them, and he remained silent, "San, I'll deal with it for you now." ”

"Trouble Dr. Watson." Sang Yi said.

Sang knew that Sherlock had been looking at him, and Mr. Detective's gaze was really presence, and it couldn't be ignored when it fell on him.

He couldn't help but look up for a long time, and sure enough, he saw Sherlock's eyes full of resentment, as if he didn't understand why Sang ignored him.

Sangyi's lips moved, he lowered his head, and finally said nothing.

Watson glanced at the two of them, and suddenly opened his mouth to arrange a task for Sherlock, "Sherlock, please go buy two pills, Mulberry's ankles need to be rubbed with ointment, three times a day." ”

Sherlock didn't want Watson and Sang to be together, admitting that he was a little cautious and jealous, but he went out honestly.

Sang breathed a sigh of relief invisibly, and sure enough, being in the same room as Sherlock would make him feel stressful.

When Sherlock went out, Watson smiled and said, "Haven't you made your heart to each other with Sherlock?" ”

Sang Yi was stunned and was silent for a while before saying, "There is no mutual exchange." ”

Watson asked, "What?" ”

"He has people he likes." Sang Yi said, smiling gently, not seeming to take it to heart.

"Isn't it you?" the person he likes...... "Isn't it?" Watson paused, as if realizing something, and stopped.

He even has a bit of a good show, Sherlock also has today? He didn't say anything, let Sherlock hurry about it.

Before, he wondered why Sherlock was so opposed when he said that he was pursuing Sangyi, but later he realized that Sherlock liked Sangyi.

It's just that Sherlock likes Shylock, he can still pursue Shylock, but he can easily see that Shylock likes Shylock too.

Since they like each other, it would be rude for him to insert it again.

But now it seems that Sherlock has done something to misunderstand Sonny, and since that is the case, Watson doesn't mind making Sherlock more anxious.

He said, "Don't be sad, there are a lot of people who like you, don't you?" There is no shortage of Sherlock, either. ”

Sang Yi shook his head, and he said calmly, "I'm not sad, although I like him, but I won't make myself weird just to like an impossible person." ”

Watson was dumbfounded, and he felt a little sympathetic to Sherlock again.

But...... The person who should be sympathized with the most should be myself, right, Watson thought to himself, he is now helping the person he likes to relieve his feelings, and he still has to watch the person he likes with his good friend, shouldn't he be sympathetic?

The cat sat on the floor and looked at Sanyi, who approached Sanyi's injured foot.

Sherlock is back.

He approached Sang Yi with the medicine and asked, "Does it still hurt?" ”

Sang Yi replied slowly, "It's okay." ”

Sherlock crouched down and looked at Sonny's ankles, and he looked so closely that Sunny couldn't help but curl his toes a little.

Sherlock suddenly said, "That's cute." ”

Sangyi: "......" what is so cute.

The cat stuck out her tongue and licked the pink mole, and Sang Yi's feet shook and she almost didn't kick the cat out.

But his reaction was not as fast as Sherlock's, Sherlock reached out to hold Sonyi's feet with a dark face, and looked at the cat eerily, "Who told you to lick it?" ”

The cat's eyes looked at Sherlock with a look of disgust and defiance.

Sherlock was furious.

He hadn't licked that mole, but he was preempted by a cat, and he wanted to -

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi, who was holding his foot, was a little uncomfortable, and he whispered, "Can you let me go." ”

It's too much, it's too much! Sherlock glared at the cat.

It really shouldn't be jealous of a cat, but Sherlock was sure that the cat was doing it on purpose, and was provoking him three times and twice.

Sang Yi gently tugged at the corner of Sherlock's coat, "Mr. Detective? ”

Sherlock turned his head to look at Sang, "What's wrong?" Still hurting? ”

"It's not." Sang Yi said, "Can you let go of my feet first." ”

"Loosen - don't let go." Sherlock refused, "I'll drug you." ”

But......

Sherlock didn't give Sang a chance to speak, and took the medicine and rubbed it on his ankle.

The cold ointment applied to the bulging place had a slight pain, but also a little cool.

Sang Yi bit her lip and swallowed her cry of pain, her feet straight.

He could see Sherlock's eyebrows and eyes from this angle, and for some reason, Mr. Detective, who is usually high, looked extremely gentle at the moment.

Sang Yi closed his eyes and shook the thought out.

Once again, he reminds himself that Sherlock already has someone he likes, and that Sherlock only treats him as a good friend.

If Sherlock knew that he was drugged his friend, but his friend was thinking about whether he was gentle or not, Sherlock would be disgusted.

Not to mention Sherlock, so would Sany, who was annoyed by his attitude.

Liking people is a particularly torturous thing.

After Sang forced himself to stop looking at Sherlock, he finally managed to stop his heart.

Sherlock's voice kept ringing in his ears.

"I'll come over at night to rub the medicine for you, what do you want to eat? I do. ”

Sang Yi said, "No, you should also go back and have a good rest, I can wipe the medicine myself, and there is fast food in the refrigerator to eat, so I don't need to trouble you." ”

"What do you mean trouble?" Sherlock was obviously dissatisfied, and he asked, "Sang, what the hell have happened to you these two days?" Did I do something to make you unhappy? ”

Sang Yi glanced at Sherlock, just in time to see the injury in Sherlock's eyes, he pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Detective, it has nothing to do with you, and I'm not unhappy. ”

Knotty.

Sherlock would rather solve ten cases than face Sanyi's attitude once.

His pride doesn't allow him to be inferior, even if he likes Sangyi, he ......

"If your foot hurts, let's make porridge." Sherlock picked Sang up and said, "You lie down obediently in bed to rest before eating. ”

Unconscious, Sang suddenly put his arms around Sherlock's shoulders, his eyes open a little dazed, and a little flustered.

A pair of eyes looked at his young man who looked very well-behaved and innocent, Sherlock's eyes were slightly dark, and he stared at the unconscious face Adam's apple slid slightly.

He...... Would love to kiss Sangyi.

Secretly, advance money to satisfy yourself.

And Sang opened his mouth and said nothing.

He glanced at the date.

October 29th.

Isn't the time he set for himself a little short, after all, Halloween...... It's coming soon.