October 31 Halloween.

Sanyi's feet are not swollen yet.

Early in the morning, Sherlock opened the door of Sang Yi's house, and he stood in front of Sang Yi with his hands in his hands, with a smile in his eyes, "Little painter, if you don't give candy, you will be trick-or-treating." ”

Sang Yi's eyebrows jumped, he stuffed the box he had prepared long ago to Sherlock, and then said solemnly, "But you can't open it now." ”

Sherlock hid his hand for a moment, "Why?" ”

"You can't open it now, at least, in a week." Sang Yi said.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

Sang Yi looked calm, "What's the reason for this?" Mr. Detective should be able to guess too, of course, because there is a secret, but you can't know it yet. ”

Sherlock looked at the exquisitely packaged box, something flashing in his head, and he caught it.

"Mr. Detective?" Sang Yi exclaimed softly.

Sherlock's eyes darkened slightly, and he said, "Okay." ”

One week, Sang would leave one of those days, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He wants to keep Sangyi, and he wants Sanyi to stay for him.

He wants to spend Christmas, New Year, and see his family with Sangyi, and he wants to be with Sanyi every day in the future.

Since Sang Yi gave himself a week's time, it means that there are also people or things he has left behind, and Sang Yi has left himself time to say goodbye.

"This one is for you." Sherlock gave the box he had prepared to Son, "You have to like it very much." ”

Sang Yi smiled and nodded.

"Also, Mrs. Hudson said we would have dinner tonight." Sherlock said again.

"Doesn't Mrs. Hudson go out for Halloween?" ”

Sherlock shook his head.

"Are you and Dr. Watson not going either?" Sang Yi asked again.

"I've never liked this kind of activity." Sherlock said, "I'd rather stay home with you." ”

Sang Yi was slightly stunned, his heartbeat was a little faster and then quickly calmed down, and he smiled, "Mr. Detective, don't say such misleading things. ”

"It's not a misleading word."

Sherlock muttered, but Son didn't hear clearly.

He placed the candy box Sherlock had given him on the table, and asked, "What is Mr. Detective's arrangement?" ”

"Here." Dr. Watson, who was outside the door, came in with a few jack-o-lanterns and balloons, "Come out and set up the house." ”

Sherlock put the candy box in the pocket of his coat, then took a coat and put it on for Sonny, he didn't give Sunny room to react, and picked Sunny up, "I'll take you down." ”

Sang Yi was so startled that he suddenly put his arms around Sherlock's neck, his eyes widened, "You ......"

"Do you want to limp out?" Sherlock asked again.

Sanyi: "......" is described like a rabbit!

It's okay, so be it, he's leaving anyway.

[......] It bet that Sanyi couldn't go.

……

As soon as the jack-o'-lantern came on, Mrs. Hudson turned it off.

Wearing a witch's hat, she pointed her wand at the three men in front of her, and said in a loud voice, "Trick-or-treat!" ”

She is a happy wife.

Sherlock put his hand on Tsun's shoulder, "All my sweets have been given to Tsun, if Mrs. Hudson needs you, I think you'll have to ask Tsun, our family is Tsun's decision." ”

Why do you say this again...... Such ambiguous words.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Sang Yi with a thoughtful smile, "I am glad that the relationship between the two of you is progressing so quickly. ”

Sangyi: "...... No. ”

"John." Sherlock suddenly spoke, "Need help?" ”

Watson glanced at Sherlock, "Yes." ”

Sherlock turned his head and gently pressed Sonny's shoulder, "You sit and don't move, I'll play with balloons." ”

Sangyi: "...... "I'm not a child.

Mrs. Hudson approached Son and whispered, "Sherlock likes you. ”

Sang Yi smiled, "No, no. ”

Mrs. Hudson was only a thin-skinned and modest woman, and she said, "I can see very clearly, his eyes light up when he looks at you." ”

Sang Yi subconsciously glanced at Sherlock, who tied a balloon and handed it over, "Red, bright." ”

Sang Yi took the balloon and didn't speak.

Mrs. Hudson laughed, "I'll go prepare dinner and have a drink in the evening." ”

"Need help?" Sang Yi asked.

"No, my feet aren't good yet, just sit honestly." Sherlock interjected, "I'm going to help Mrs. Hudson." ”

Mrs. Hudson raised an eyebrow, "Sherlock, don't you know how to cook?" ”

Sang Yi was stunned for a moment and looked at Sherlock, doesn't he know how to cook? But he said clearly - something flashed through Sanyi's mind, and he didn't catch it.

Mr. Detective seemed a little annoyed, "There's a lot of nonsense, it's just a meal, what's not going to happen." ”

Mrs. Hudson looked at Sherlock and then at Sang, and smiled knowingly, "In that case, let's come with Sherlock." ”

Only Sang Yi and Watson were left in the living room, Watson hung up the last pumpkin, glanced at the kitchen and then looked at Sang Yi and asked, "Have you wiped the medicine well in the past two days?" ”

"Hmm......" Sang Yi's eyes wandered, hurting ...... It's always been Sherlock's rubbing, obviously he has decided, but as soon as Sherlock makes a move, he can't refuse inexplicably.

Watson smiled and said, "Sherlock is a very good person to the people he likes, although he is usually lonely and arrogant, but when facing you, he seems to have put down everything without a teacher. ”

Sang Yi pursed his lips and smiled, as long as he didn't see Sherlock, his heart was like water, and what Watson said wouldn't make him think too much.

Watson shrugged his shoulders slightly, thinking that he could only help Sherlock say such a sentence.

As night fell, there was cheering outside.

The four of them sat around a table, drinking under the jack-o'-lanterns.

Sherlock replaced the glass in front of Sang Yi with milk, very cold, "Sick people can't drink alcohol, only a little milk." ”

Sang Yi curled his eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Detective." ”

Sherlock stared at Son's smiling face and looked away, "Thanks for what?" It's easy to get into trouble when you're drunk. ”

He said this, but drank the wine from the glass in front of him in disguise. Smiling so brightly, but planning to leave London and leave him, Sherlock thought that he would not let Sang leave.

"I really want to see the snow." Turning his head to look out the window, Sam Yi muttered, "But it's definitely out of sight." ”

Sherlock clenched his glass, his voice steady, "How can I not see it, it will snow in December, and if I am lucky, it will snow on Christmas." ”

Watson glanced inquiringly at Sang and Sherlock, and said, "Yes, it usually snows in December in London, and if it was Christmas, it would definitely satisfy Sang's imagination." ”

"We'll be able to have dinner together around the fire, and that's going to be a lot of fun." Mrs. Hudson laughed.

Sang Yi imagined it for a moment and laughed, "It's really hilarious. ”

Sherlock kept looking at Sunny all the time, and when he saw Sunny Say's expression, his heart sank again, and he didn't speak again.

The four of them chatted around for a while, except for Sang Yi, the other three people were all drunk to varying degrees.

Sang Yi suddenly poured a glass of wine and held it up, "I have a few words to say." ”

All three looked up.

Sunny twitched his long eyelashes slightly, and then said with a smile, "In my days on Baker Street, I have been tired of Mrs. Hudson's care, and Dr. Watson has also helped me a lot, thank you very much, so I sincerely thank you all today." ”

Mrs. Hudson and Watson looked at each other, and even though they had drunk a little more, they seemed to sense something, and Mrs. Hudson said, "Family, what are you talking about?" ”

Sang Yi smiled slightly, "I'm going to say it." ”

Watson goes to see Sherlock, and he reaches out and pushes Sherlock's arm, motioning for Sherlock to say something.

Sherlock looked indifferent and drank without saying a word.

"Thank you Mr. Detective too." ”

Speaking of this, Sang Yi exhaled softly and bent his eyes, "Mr. Detective is very good, I ......"

"I don't need your thanks." Sherlock snatched Sony's glass and drank it down, his voice cold, "What's the use of verbal thanks. ”

"That's it, so ......"

"Come on." Sherlock poured his wine and interrupted Sang, "Drink, but this bottle looks like it's running out." ”

"It's Sherlock, you're drinking too much." Mrs. Hudson pointed out, "You see, you drank most of the bottle alone. ”

"Anything else?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, in the kitchen, I'll get it." Mrs. Hudson staggered to her feet, "You wait. ”

"Mrs. Hudson." Sang Yi stood up and said, "I'm going to pick up the bar, in the kitchen, right?" ”

Mrs. Hudson, though she had drunk too much, was still quite clear, and she subconsciously looked at Sang's feet, "But your injuries ......"

"It's okay, I'll go, Mrs. Hudson, you see you're going to wrestle." Sang Yi smiled, "I don't drink anyway, you drink first." ”

Watson gave Mrs. Hudson a look, and Mrs. Hudson shrugged slightly, "Okay, San, be careful. ”

Sang Yi nodded, pushing his chair under the table.

Sherlock suddenly stood up as well, following Son, "I'll go too." ”

Sang Yi turned his head to look at Sherlock, who had an unusual red on his face, presumably a little drunk. Sang Yi hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't say anything, and continued to walk inside.

Sherlock followed Thorny, and as he entered the room, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed Tsuny's hand as he reached out to turn on the light.

Sherlock suddenly grabbed his wrist against the wall, and Sang Yi was a little flustered.

But soon, he regained his composure, and he just called out in that soft, gentle voice, "Sherlock? ”

"Not called Mr. Detective?" Sherlock's voice was slightly deep, with a bit of a depressed smell of wine, "Are you going to leave me behind?" ”

What?

What does it mean to leave him behind?

"Tell me, my dear Sang, are you ready to leave Baker Street, and leave London?" Sherlock asked again.

Sang Yi couldn't see Sherlock's expression, he only felt that Sherlock's voice had a bit of gloom that didn't belong to Mr. Detective, and it was abrupt, which made him a little timid, and he didn't know how to answer.

"I noticed something was wrong with you early this morning, and you wanted to leave me."

What is ...... called? Leave him?

Sherlock's every word left Sang Yi with no idea how to react.

"Stay." Sherlock said, "Sang, stay." ”

The cat seemed to be rubbing Sangyi's feet, and Sanyi heard Sherlock say, "Stay, it's okay if there's a bad guy, or whatever, and I'll protect you and help you." I don't want you to think that these messy people and things are unhappy, and I don't want you to leave me. ”

"I like you, and the person I like is you." Sherlock's voice was a little hoarse and a little aggrieved, "You don't even want to ask me, did you never want to stay?" Even if you stay for a few more days, you don't seem to have the slightest memory, even for me. I always thought you would care about me. ”

Sherlock loves ...... He, Sherlock likes him too?

Sang Yi was a little stunned and dazed, it was so unreal that he even wondered if he had drunk too much.

In fact, he hadn't drunk tonight, and the one he was going to drink was taken away by Sherlock.

Sang Yi opened his mouth slightly to say something, but Sherlock didn't give Sang Yi a chance to speak, perhaps because he was afraid that Sang Yi would refuse or that he had simply drunk too much.

He said, "If you don't speak, I'll assume that you know, and if you promise me, then I'll kiss you." ”

After Sherlock's words, the burning breath with the smell of alcohol also approached, and with the same slight anger and grievance, Sherlock firmly hugged Sangyi, and then in the dark, he hit Sanyi's lips without hesitation.

Like an injured dog, looking for the love of its owner.

It hurts...... Sang Yi's brain hadn't recovered yet, he thought, he must be bleeding.

The smell of blood spread between his lips and tongue, but Sherlock didn't mean to let go of Sanyi in the slightest, and even hugged it tighter and tighter.

During the kiss, Sang could feel Sherlock's hot body.

His eyes widened in the darkness, and he wanted to call Sherlock, but with a mouth, the other tongue was entangled like a kiss.

Forcefully, as if to swallow his tongue.