In the beginning, except for the necessary energy required by the system, Sang never thought of any special contact or relationship with Sherlock.

If it weren't for those two strange suitors, he wouldn't have knocked on the door across the street, and he wouldn't be as close to Sherlock as he is now.

Maybe he'd left this place and this world, but now that he's with Sherlock, he's a little reluctant to leave.

He could even tell that Sang Yi was in a daze, which made him unhappy.

"Honey." Sherlock said, "Am I just unattractive? ”

Sang Yi looked at Sherlock blankly, "What? ”

"What are you thinking?" Sherlock temporarily let go of the mole on Sony's ankle and moved it to Striker, "It's clear that this is the first time we're about to do it. ”

"I'm thinking about ......"

Sherlock asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

“…… I'm just thinking. Sang Yi's voice was soft, "If I hadn't knocked on your door at that time, we wouldn't be like this." ”

"That's not right."

"What's wrong?"

Sherlock took Sani's finger in his mouth, chewing on it for a few moments, and he didn't let go until his fingers were covered with his tooth marks.

He said, "As long as you're here and I'm on the other side, we'll be together." ”

Sang Yi blinked his moist eyes slightly, "We ......"

"There's Watson, isn't there? Before I saw you, John had already mentioned to me more than once the little painter on the other side. Sherlock's kiss came to the back of Sony's hand, and he said, "I told him curiosity is the beginning of love." ”

Sang Yi's fingers curled up, and his voice was low, "I ......"

"I became curious about you, when we first met."

The kiss moves up a little from the back of the hand and licks it at the wrist.

My wet wrist is a little numb.

Sang could even see the green tendons on the back of Sherlock's hand, evenly distributed, looking like a cheetah about to hunt, full of covetousness for food, and the slender fingers encircled his wrist.

"Sang." Sherlock said, "Look up, open your mouth." ”

Sang Yi couldn't help but shrink his hand, his voice slightly hoarse, "Sherlock." ”

"If you want to bite, don't bite yourself." Sherlock's finger replaced Sang's, "Bite me." ”

"Sang." Sherlock exclaimed, "It's time to begin." ”

The young man who was called looked at Sherlock with teary eyes, and Sherlock's face was blurred in his eyes.

"Honey." Sherlock said, "Don't be afraid. ”

……

The sound of rain ticking.

Outside, there was the occasional honking of car horns, and the light penetrated the curtains.

The small orange lamp on the bedside table shines on the hair, and it looks extra warm.

The night was extraordinarily harmonious.

Sherlock was in good spirits, and he was in a daze with the cat in the living room, and the cat meowed at him.

Sherlock laughed and asked, "Do you think I've broken my promise, after all, I said I would run out." ”

The cat gave Sherlock a disdainful look, as if he thought Sherlock was a dog.

Sherlock was a little upset, "Are you scolding me?" ”

The cat flicked its tail.

Sherlock couldn't hold back, he quickly scratched the cat's chin, stood up as the cat scratched impatiently with one paw, and then went back to the room and closed the door.

The cat's paws fell into the air, and it meowed angrily.

Sang Yi opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw Sherlock, he felt uncomfortable anywhere.

He closed his eyes and rolled over.

This rollover almost didn't send him away on the spot.

His body was not only painful but also sore.

He went digging all night last night, right?

"Are you alright?" Sherlock asked as he approached Sani.

Sang Yi shrank his head and said pitifully in a voice that was almost speechless, "You, don't talk to me yet, I feel uncomfortable when I hear your voice." ”

Sherlock: "......"

Sherlock muttered, "But you were so comfortable last night...... Why did you turn your face and don't recognize people today. ”

Sangyi's ears were red, and he pulled the quilt over to cover his entire head.

"Sang." Sherlock tugged at the quilt, "It's stuffy." ”

Bad......

What's broken?

Sangyi's head was buzzing.

"Sang."

Sang Yi's arm shook when his name was called.

Sherlock: "...... What do you think of? ”

"No, I didn't think of anything." Sang slowly lifted the covers, his fingers aching, and then looked up at Sherlock.

It took a long time for Sanyi to ask, "Aren't you tired?" ”

After saying this, Sang Yi couldn't wait to bite off his tongue, if there was anything wrong, he asked what was he doing with this?

Luckily, Sherlock didn't know that there were only tired cows, not ploughed ones.

Now he pinched Sangyi's face and said, "yes, I feel great now." ”

Sangyi: "......"

"Not only that, but I even think we can do it a hundred million more times."

Sangyi: "...... Get lost. ”

The young man, who was praised for his emotional stability, finally couldn't hold back, and said something that was too much for him for the first time...... Well, of course, leaving aside some of the words from last night, this is the first time.

"Is that all the baby can say?" Sherlock looked down and licked Sonny's earlobe, "I was able to talk about it last night. ”

"Shut up!"

Sherlock pinched it lightly and quickly released it before Sangyi fried it, and he said, "I boiled the porridge and drank a little." ”

"I don't want to drink it." Sang Yi said sullenly, "I'm not hungry. ”

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Sherlock asked, now wondering if he had really hurt Son too much.

But to say too much, Sherlock doesn't feel that he is too much, obviously Sam himself is pestering him to ask for it.

When the young man is in bed, he is not as shy as before he has done it, maybe the dust has settled, so he feels that there is no need to be shy.

"It's not." Sang Yi subconsciously touched his stomach, and the roots of his ears were red, "I just don't want to eat and I'm not hungry, I'm not uncomfortable." ”

Sherlock couldn't see Sunny Nye's expression clearly, he could only judge from Sunny Tone's tone and movements, it was indeed not uncomfortable, so-

Sherlock suddenly asked, "Is it ...... Pregnant? ”

Sangyi: "......"

Sang Yi was expressionless, "Well, pregnant, three months, the child is not yours." ”

Sherlock's hand slipped through the covers and pressed it on Sang's stomach, and he said solemnly, "It's okay, even if it's not mine, I'll take care of him as if he were my own child." ”

Sangyi: "......"

He turned his head and glared at Sherlock viciously.

Sherlock didn't think Sang was glaring at him, and he said, "You're seducing me again." ”

Sangyi: "......"

He said faintly, "Mr. Detective, shut up, the affection and trust between us, all the good character, sooner or later will collapse under your omnipotent mouth." ”

Sherlock: "......" is a bit aggrieved.

He didn't shut up, he moved his mouth.

Before Sang could recover from his teasing, he almost couldn't hold it, and he pushed Sherlock.

Sherlock let go of his red lips and said, "You can't say that, not even joking. ”

As he spoke, Sherlock's phone lit up.

Sang Yi raised his eyes, and he gently pulled the corner of Sherlock's coat, "Sherlock." ”

Mr. Detective happened to be replying to the message, when he heard Sang Yi's voice, his subordinates did not stop, looked up at Sang Yi and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Or else...... One more time? Sang asked in a whisper.

Sherlock snorted, and then he stopped typing and reacted.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't speak, Sang Yi was a little surprised, he didn't even know why he suddenly said such a sentence.

He tugged at the corner of the quilt and said in a quieter voice, "You're busy, just don't hear me, that ......"

"Baby, you can't take back what you say." Sherlock replied to the message and tossed his phone aside, "I'll do everything you want." ”

Sangyi: ...... I regret it a little.

But the British man who eats the marrow and knows the taste of the marrow does not give Sang Yi a chance to regret it at all.

In the end, there was only one thought in Sangyi's mind, and he would talk nonsense and beat his mouth in the future.

In a trance, Sang Yi seemed to hear the system asking, do you still want to go?

Knowingly, he asked, his boyfriend is here, where can he go.

But the thought flashed through him, and he and Sherlock plunged deeper into the water.

★

Shylock has been a bit sneaky lately, saying that he is sneaky because he avoids himself with Watson and Mrs. Hudson, and doesn't know what he's messing with.

Sang asked, and Sherlock prevaricated.

He didn't ask if he didn't want to say it, and it was normal for lovers to have their own little secrets, after all, he also had something to hide from Sherlock, although Sherlock seemed to have guessed □□ inseparable......

Well, Sherlock doesn't say it anyway, he doesn't say it either, Sherlock doesn't ask, he doesn't ask either.

The main thing is fairness and justice.

Thinking like this, Sang Yi glanced at the calendar, it was already December.

……

One day, Sang and Sherlock went to buy a cake after watching the play, and Sang was sure that the cake was not what he wanted to eat, but Sherlock said that if you are in a good mood to eat sweet, you will be inspired when you are in a good mood.

Sang Yi questioned: "Actually, you like to eat, right?" ”

"Nope." Sherlock said, "Haven't you been running out of inspiration for the past two days?" I bought it for you. ”

Sang looked at Sherlock suspiciously for a moment.

"You don't trust me." Sherlock was indignant, and he lowered his head and bit Samye's lip fiercely.

"You're a dog." Sang touched her bitten lip and glared at Sherlock.

"It's snowing." Sherlock said suddenly.

Sang Yi subconsciously raised his head, and a snowflake fell on the tip of his nose, and more snowflakes fell fluttering in the sky.

"Is it really snowing?"

Sangyi's eyes widened.

"It snowed early this year." Sherlock replied.

Sang Yi reached out and caught a snowflake, which quickly melted in his palm, leaving only a small water stain.

With a slightly cold feeling, Sang Yi turned his head to look at Sherlock, his eyes lit up, "It's snowflakes." ”

"It's snowflakes." Sherlock couldn't help but laugh, "You don't think you've ever seen snow." ”

"It's hard to snow in my hometown." "When I was studying abroad, I was ...... In a place where it doesn't snow. Except for the mouths of friends, I really saw very little snow on the Internet. ”

"So wronged?" Sherlock rubbed Sunny Nymph's head, pinched Sunny Eye's ear, and said casually as the other man glared at him, "You can see snow every year in the future." ”

Sang Yi was a little stunned when he looked at the gradually heavy snowfall.

Sherlock, who didn't get an answer, moved Sang's body back to face him, repeating in Sang's confused gaze, "From now on, you'll see snow every year." ”

Sang Yi blinked and curled his lips, "Yes, I'll see snow every year from now on." ”

Sherlock himself didn't notice a slight and unobtrusive sigh of relief, which meant that he wouldn't go any further.

Won't go anymore, will always stay by his side.

"You want to build a snowman, have a snowball fight, or ski, or do anything else, I can do it with you." Sherlock leaned close to Samyi's ear, "Honey

Sanyi, there are many things I want to do with you. ”

He took Sangyi's hand, his fingers clasped tightly, and slipped anything into his coat pocket.

The people on the street came and went, and Sang Yi raised his chin slightly and said, "Sherlock." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." "I just want to call it." ”

Sherlock turned his head sideways and looked at Sang Yi with an unbearable look, "You like me so much, what can you do without me?" ”

Sangyi: "......"

"Still, it looks like I can't live without you." Sherlock laughed as he spoke, "Sang, why do I love you so much?" ”

Foreigners always express their love in this way: Sherlock is no exception.

No, it's not, before they had a relationship, Sherlock was also restrained and rational.

It's after the relationship.

"Sangyi, I'm looking forward to Christmas this year." Sherlock looked at Upper Son's puzzled gaze and suppressed the restlessness in his heart and said, "Because, you can spend Christmas with dear Son." ”

★

Christmas Eve is Christmas Eve.

Because he had been messing around too late the night before, Sang Yi slept dizzily until three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was awakened.

The plane hit the top of the mountain, and he only felt that all his internal organs were knocked out.

The pain was not so obvious at that moment, and there was only one thought in his mind, to die.

He fell hard.

He knew that the moment he fell to the ground, he would die.

Dreams have no logic.

Of course, this is just a dream, if he doesn't have a binding system, then this dream is his future.

When he woke up, the room was empty, except for the cat lying next to the pillow, flicking its tail and looking at him.

"Every year." Sang Yi took the cat into his arms and muttered, "Where's Sherlock?" ”

The cat tilted its head, broke free from Sangyi's embrace, and quickly brought back a piece of paper for Sangyi.

It was Sherlock who left it, and he said that he was going to buy something and that it would take some time, and that the food was in the kitchen, and that Sang Yi should not be cold when he got up.

Sang Yi put the note aside, then reached for his phone to call Sherlock.

It was quickly connected.

Sang Yi faintly heard a female voice in the background, "Mr. Holmes, it's packed." ”

Sherlock's voice came from the phone, "Awake? Did you have lunch yet? ”

"Just woke up." Sang Yi rolled over and was still a little sleepy, "It's just a nightmare, I miss you." ”

Sherlock's heart softened, he rarely heard Sang say such things, and he wanted to fly back to Sunny immediately, but his business was not finished yet.

"I'll be back soon." Sherlock took the gift bag from the teller, "You eat first." ”

"I don't want to eat it." Sang muttered, "Sherlock, come back quickly." ”

Sherlock walked to the door, and he found that it was snowing heavily.

"Honey." Sherlock said, "It's snowing, open the curtains and look at the snow." ”

Sang Yi got up and opened the curtains, and sure enough, it was snowing.

At this rate, it may be white at night, and it does match Christmas.

When Sang Yi hung up the phone, the long-lost system spoke again.

[You've changed a lot, at least, you weren't coquettish before. 】

Sang Yi was stunned, he ...... Spoiled towards Sherlock? Because he clearly knows that Sherlock can tolerate him and like him, he will show his emotions to Sherlock without any scruples.

You are mutual, and so is He to you. 】

Sang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, but finally smiled, is that so? Pretty good.

He said to the system, thank you.

……

When Sherlock returned, Son was decorating the Christmas tree with Mrs. Hudson and Watson.

"Look." Mrs. Hudson showed Sherlock the framed picture as if she were ostentatious, "Sang drew it for me." ”

"Oh." Sherlock was unmoved, "When we first met, Sang had already painted for me. ”

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

Mrs. Hudson walked away with the painting in her arms, "Sherlock, your emotional intelligence varies from person to person, right?" ”

Sang Yi laughed, realizing that he had a misunderstanding of Sherlock.

Mr. Detective's emotional intelligence has always been not low, it's just that he doesn't bother to communicate with irrelevant people, and he doesn't really care what those people think of him.

As for Mrs. Hudson, because they are family members, they will speak without scruples...... Well, it looks like Sherlock owes something.

Watson glanced at Sherlock, saw that his hands were empty, and said, "You and Sang are in charge of decorating the Christmas tree, and I'll help Hudson make food." ”

Sherlock shrugged slightly, "Okay. ”

Sang Yi asked, "What did you go to buy?" ”

Sherlock hung Santa's hand for a faint pause, and then said mysteriously, "You'll know in the evening." ”

Find out at night?

Sang Yi tilted his head slightly, he didn't understand what medicine was sold in Sherlock's gourd, but since he knew it at night, he didn't ask.

He wasn't a particularly curious person either.

The reason why I ask a few more words is because Sherlock has always been mysterious during this time.

"Didn't you just say you had a nightmare?" Sherlock asked again, "Is it scary?" ”

Sang Yi was silent for a while before he said, "One thing, I dreamed of a plane crash." ”

Sherlock paused, remembering the painting that Son had painted, and he had guessed it from that at that point.

He leaned over, kissed Sang Yi on the lips, and said, "Not anymore." ”

Sang Yi blinked, touched his lips, and whispered, "Beware of being seen." ”

"If you see, you see." Sherlock didn't care, "What happened to me kissing my boyfriend?" ”

"So willful, Mr. Detective." Sang Yi's smile was extraordinarily gentle, "But...... It was lovely. ”

But Mr. Detective is so sweet, so good at coaxing people, and he is a particularly good boyfriend.

Sherlock remembered the small box in his pocket and said in a calm tone, "Dear Sanyi, you too, you are the sweetest person. ”

After decorating the Christmas tree and the house, Sherlock couldn't wait to pull Sang up the stairs, "Let's change our clothes." ”

"Change of clothes?" Sang Yi was very strange, "What are you doing when you change your clothes?" ”

"Of course Christmas Eve has to be good, let's go out on a date in the evening." Sherlock rightly said, "Or else?" ”

Sanyi: "......."

He changed his clothes again under Sherlock's toss, but to Sang's surprise, Sherlock didn't do anything when he changed clothes, not even kissing.

That's weird for Sherlock.

Does Sherlock take Christmas Eve so seriously?

"It's because I value you." Sherlock said.

Sang Yi was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had unconsciously said what he was thinking.

"The first Christmas Eve with Sang, I have to have a good time." Sherlock pinched Sunny Cheek, "Dear Son, I said it, I have a surprise for you. ”

Surprise?

to him.

……

As night fell, Sherlock was gone.

Sang was used to Sherlock's always disappearing during this time.

He put the last stroke of the brush down and looked at it carefully before putting it down.

Until there was a knock on the door.

It was Mrs. Hudson and Watson.

Sang Yi asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Something." Watson replied, "Sherlock said, let's take you to the surprise he has prepared." ”

"Sherlock has been harassing John and me for more than half a month in order to prepare for this surprise, and Sang knows that, right?" Mrs. Hudson asked with a smile.

Sang Yi nodded, "He's always been mysterious lately......"

"Mysterious indeed." Watson said, "Because it's mysterious, I'm going to trouble Sang to wear this." ”

“…… Blindfold? "I don't know why.

"Put it on, put it on, and we'll go find Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said.

The three of them hid the 'surprise' thoroughly, and Sang Yi could only wear a blindfold.

The last glimmer of light was gone.

The feeling of not being able to see made Sang Yi a little nervous, because it was a very insecure feeling.

"Don't worry." Dr. Watson's clear voice rang out from the side, "With me and Mrs. Hudson here, I won't let you wrestle." ”

"So let's go." Mrs. Hudson said.

As he spoke, a pair of large hands reached over and wrapped Sanyi's hand in it.

Samye's hands froze, but soon he relaxed again.

The corners of his mouth curled up and thought, how could Sherlock's jealousy allow others to lead him over?

This hand is clearly Sherlock's.

Unable to see, only the sound of footsteps and breathing, he didn't know where Sherlock was taking him, but he always knew that Sherlock wouldn't hurt him.

Stopped.

It was snowing heavily, and the snow was falling on Sangyi's curly hair, and he couldn't see it.

Sherlock let go, and the faint sound of footsteps faded.

Sang Yi heard the sound of the violin.

High, crisp and cheerful.

Of course, that's not the point, the point is ...... The music is "iswear".

Sang jerked off the blindfold.

He saw Sherlock in a suit playing the music with a violin and a smile in his eyes under the heavy snow.

He saw that in the glass rose, the light brightened up this darkness, romantic and luxurious.

He had seen a grand wedding before, but none of them seemed to be as good as the glass roses all over the floor and the music played by the violin.

He looked at it in a daze, and suddenly understood what Sherlock had been talking about surprise.

He thought, Sherlock is so handsome in the violin, and he looks good in a suit.

The sound of the violin stopped, and the place seemed to fall silent, except for the sound of snowflakes falling down.

Sherlock put the violin aside, then walked up to Sang Yi with a delicate rose in his hand.

Sherlock smiled when he handed the bouquet to Sonny, "Dear Sonny, don't be so melancholy, you have to laugh." ”

Sang looked up at Sherlock and opened his mouth to say something to break the silence, but Sherlock covered his mouth first.

"Laugh first." He let go of Sanyi's mouth and lifted Tsanyi's lips.

Sang Yi curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"That's fine."

"Sherlock ......"

"Dear Sanyi, listen to me." Sherlock's voice became solemn and serious, "From confession to now...... No, I've been planning to keep you from being able to leave me from the moment I realized I liked you. ”

Snowflakes landed on Sonny's eyelashes, and he blinked softly, and the snowflakes flew past his eyes.

"I've thought about it for a long time and feel that nothing can bind you, except my love."

"So." Sherlock pulled the box out of his pocket, opened the small box and looked at Sang Yi and said, "Let's get married." ”

Sang Yi lowered his head, and inside the box, two rings with simple styles were side by side, looking very compatible.

"Let's get married, Sanyi." Sherlock repeated, "I will always love you, protect you, and be loyal to you until the time of life." ”：，，.