【Detective Sherlock】Im Sherlock

Continental Europe, for the first time.

I brought John here, I bet everything on it.Mycroft said I would suffer the consequences, and he expected me to be afraid.Yes, if three years ago, I would be afraid.I will be afraid that my intense emotions will hurt John, I will be afraid that John will alienate me from now on, I will be afraid that I will be lost because of losing the most important heart, and I will be afraid that one day I will kill John and myself at the same time on a rainy night when everyone is sleeping... I Fear.Sherlock had a heart, and his heart was on poor John, and he was afraid.

But now, Mary is dead, and I still can't have John.Mycroft wouldn't know that every moment, Sherlock was living with the assumption that a woman named Gullie and Ellie would appear in the next second and occupy John's whole body and mind again.In the material world, Sherlock can be a saint, but in the emotional world, he is just a mortal.I can't stand the torture of this world.

The so-called love requires selflessness. The connection between two people occurs in the process of getting along with each other, and this process is you advance and I retreat, and I let you bear it.I get on well with John and the fact that I love him is irrefutable, even though I am a selfish, high functioning sociopath.I am very calm.

Who is not selfish?The mild and generous man is only a little more selfish than the haughty and overbearing, and when circumstances make both feel that the good of the one is not the chief concern of the other's thoughts, happiness is at an end. (Excerpt from "Wuthering Heights")

So, I arranged this trip, a trip where I exchanged my whole heart for someone else.I believe I will succeed.I know the consequences of failure, I'm not afraid, but I can't bear it.

Getting on the train at Victoria Station, the train stopped at Canterbourg. After an hour of rest, the two continued to take the train across the UK to New Haven, then to Dapu, and finally to Switzerland via Luxembourg and Basel.In the meantime, we stopped two days in Brussels, and on the third day continued our journey to Strasbourg, taking the same evening to Geneva.

It was a fascinating week of wandering the Rhone Valley, then turned at Luke and crossed the Jimmy Pass, which was still covered with snow, and passed through Interlaken to Merrigen.It was a fascinating journey, with the green of early spring under my feet and pure white above my head, but I never forgot that my John was not mine yet.No matter in the comfortable Alpine village like home, or on the quiet mountain trail, I have always been enthusiastic and chattering, and I hope that John can infect a little bit of my love.

That evening in the dining room of the hotel in Strasbourg, I stooped to pour a glass of red wine for John, and I couldn't help but look up at him as his cheek touched the ends of my hair.His eyes reflect me, and I confess for a moment that I want to drown in those blue eyes.

What use is logic if it cannot conclude that John loves me?It is in vain for me to search for details that do not substantiate the assumption that John loves me.Reason has abandoned me, I plunge into the vortex of love without hesitation, and I have no complaints or regrets.In this trip, there is no detective Sherlock Holmes, only Sherlock, who is deeply loved by the name of military doctor John.

i love you john.I want to say this when you run with me through the streets of London chasing criminals; I want to say this when you complain about the mess in the kitchen and make tea and coffee for me; When I put the ring on, I wanted to say this; when you were sleeping peacefully in your bed and let me kiss you, I was thinking a million times... I love you.

The premise of losing is possession, and the basis of possession is love.John, I love you, I want to have you, I can't lose you.

The author has something to say: hi~ (huh!)

The summer vacation is coming, and there are more part-time jobs. I have to support myself. People make money and birds die for food... (Get lost!)

But when writing about things, why not write about the Northwest?The sun rises in the east, the sun sets in the west, there is a beginning and an end, I will not cheat! (Pooh!)

See you next time (￣▽￣)～■□～(￣▽￣) (convex(=_=)convex)