[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

Lestrade arrived early, and he stayed in the room quietly all the time. He didn't do anything other than glaring at Mycroft when he entered the door. It seemed that the pattern on the teacup was more beautiful than anything else.

Sherlock's parents are easy to get along with. They are not independent like Sherlock and Mycroft, but very ordinary and warm parents.

"I said he would be beautiful in it, but you always question my decision." Sherlock's mother reached out and patted my shoulder, but looked at Sherlock's father.I stared at myself in a straight suit in the mirror and nodded, it's really good.

And Sherlock's father stood aside, and nodded helplessly when he heard his wife's complaint: "Okay, I know you are always right."

"Don't make fun of me."

"Maybe you need a glass of milk."

"Add sugar, two spoons."

Suddenly, I feel that this way of getting along is a bit familiar, but it doesn't matter, the Holmes family always has something in common, doesn't it?

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I like to wear comfortable clothes, maybe because of the tempering of the battlefield, I am now how I feel at ease. As for suits, unless it is a big occasion, I am not sensitive.But obviously now is a big occasion, or the only time in my life.

I was a little scared, yes, even though I was ignorant all the way just now, the only time it was because I didn't know whether to eat the fried dumplings handed by Sherlock in front of Mycroft-after all, Mycroft The jealousy in the eyes was undisguised and visible - of course, I ate it anyway, after all, Sherlock rarely showed kindness.

But now, there is an impatient Sherlock waiting for me to eat outside the door, and I start to feel fear.

Perhaps a better adjective than fear is nervousness, and this is a feeling of suffocation that is even more difficult to breathe than being on the battlefield.I tugged at the neckline uncomfortably, and Lestrade, who had been sitting quietly by the side, glanced at me: "It's hot? You can take off your suit first."

"No, it's not." I shook my head. In fact, I still felt a little cold. After all, this place is not very close to the fireplace, and my fingertips were cold. "I think I'm just a little thirsty."

By this time Sherlock's parents had left to prepare dinner, and it was just me and Lestrade in the house.I could hear Sherlock's father and Sherlock whispering at the door, which made me even more reluctant to turn around.

Lestrade looked at me, with a clear look in his mature and stable eyes: "Good doctor, you don't have to be so nervous at all, Mrs. Holmes is a very good person, if you and Xia Locke has a conflict, and I can guarantee that she will stand by your side."

Evidently the wise Inspector Lestrade saw my situation.I reluctantly pulled the corner of my mouth towards him: "It sounds like you are very experienced."

"Of course, I felt something was wrong when I first came here, but as long as you have seen the scene where Mrs. Holmes reprimanded Mycroft for not even being able to lift his head, you will look forward to it every time you come here. The future situation." Lestrade laughed as he spoke, as if the scene was vivid in his memory.

I admit that what Lestrade had to say appealed to me--anything that Holmes would reveal with pride--but that was not what I was nervous about.

I'm not worried about my relationship with Mrs. Holmes, nor about Mycroft, who doesn't like me very much. What I'm worried about is a ridiculous thing: "Greg, if you don't mind I want to ask you a question. "

Lestrade looked at me and nodded, motioning for me to speak.

I pursed my lips, then went to sit next to him, and tried my best to organize my words: "I mean, um, I want to say... What did you think when Mycroft proposed to you? "

Lestrade seemed a little surprised by my question, but the gentle and good detective still told the truth: "He listed all the problems that might happen to us, and marked the solutions in detail. Believe me, according to the summer Locke's temper, you will receive such a strange thing sooner or later. Although I think it is not a good choice to eat cookies together when we quarrel, but these are not important. Our relationship has reached and we feel that each other is suitable If you can live your whole life, you can naturally agree."

That sounds like a pretty standard answer, and it's natural, but it doesn't make me feel much better.I'm still nervous, even though I know I love Sherlock and Sherlock loves me.

My hesitation surprised Lestrade: "Has Sherlock not proposed yet?"

"No, in fact, Sherlock's marriage proposal was quite generous." Thinking of 221B who was almost drowned in roses, I wanted to smile, "I also think we are very suitable."

"But you don't seem very at ease." Lestrade put down his glass.

I nodded, and I felt a little self-defeating, not understanding: "Yes, I'm not at ease, maybe everything is going too fast and I can't adapt to it."

Lestrade blinked, then looked at the door, and after making sure no one was there, he lowered his voice slightly: "It was the same when I got married for the first time, and I even asked a psychiatrist specifically, and he said It's called premarital anxiety."

I was stunned: "...Huh?"

Lestrade doesn't shy away from talking to me about his first marriage: "My ex-wife was a nice girl, we were classmates, she had nice auburn hair, and we got married right out of college. A reckless young man who doesn't understand anything, I suddenly felt scared just before getting married, and I almost ran away from marriage."

"And then?" I asked.

He smiled: "No Then, she gave me a kiss, and then I calmed down, and got married so smoothly. But when we divorced, she also gave me a kiss, although we couldn't leave together, but she's a nice girl who knows how to appease people."

I nodded, thinking about how I could calm myself down.

Maybe it would be a good choice to go for a walk with Sherlock later.

At this time, the door was pushed open, but unexpectedly, it was not Sherlock who had been hovering at the door, but Mycroft in a suit.He strode towards us, then grabbed Lestrade's arm, his eyes turned first on the good inspector, and then on me: "Doctor Watson, I think I Something to talk to Greg about. You'd better go out and see Sherlock, he's as restless as a cat who's been robbed of a jerky."

Before I had time to react, Mycroft had already pulled Greg out the door, and Sherlock also walked in the next moment and closed the door.

"You asked me to wait for you, but Mycroft came in first, I think I should be fine." Sherlock pursed his thin lips, seemingly walking slowly, but his brows were already knit together.

I smiled at him, what happened just now made me a little strange: "Where is Mycroft taking Greg?" My voice paused, "I mean, Lestrade."

Sherlock snorted softly: "Lestrade must have heard what he just said, you know, Mycroft has been tirelessly installing monitors on Roger, but I don't think they will have any Big deal."

Forgetting about Mycroft, a man so controlling, was a big mistake, and I might not see Lestrade by tomorrow morning, I thought.

"This suit is good, but I prefer you in a sweater." Sherlock scanned me back and forth several times with critical eyes, and finally came to a conclusion.

I curled the corner of my mouth at him: "Come on, it would be ridiculous if I was really wearing a sweater."

Sherlock curled his lip and said nothing, and what he did next took me by surprise.

Thick paper, as thick as an English dictionary, was placed directly in front of me, and I didn't even know where Sherlock had pulled him out.I looked at the words on the cover - Sherlock kindly put the stack of papers facing me - it was in Sherlock's unique cursive script.

Precautions and solutions after marriage.

I thought of what Lestrade said about what Mycroft had given him, and I think this should be something similar.Because of the psychological construction, I didn't show an overly surprised expression. Sherlock even raised his eyebrows when I got up to look through it with a calm expression.

But after only reading one page, I couldn't continue to maintain a calm expression.

"Sherlock, I need to explain." I tried not to look so angry, after all, tomorrow is our wedding, and I don't want my lover's face to be unsightly, "You have to give me a reason."

Sherlock frowned at me.

I only had one of these, and said word by word: "What does it mean, 'When John's IQ changed from an ordinary goldfish to a stupid goldfish, Sherlock is obliged to feed him food that improves his intelligence'?"

Sherlock blinked: "Fish, bones, whatever you like, I don't know what I can't understand."

"I'm asking why I'm the one with the low IQ!"

"John, I think we've reached a consensus on that."

"...don't make me slap this on your head."

"I have to warn you, John, that this decision was ill-advised."

Finally, before dinner, I had a good reprieve from my pre-wedding angst.Of course, not because of the walk, but because of the damn post-wedding dos and don'ts and solutions.

Believe me, it is definitely very satisfying to watch Sherlock's expression of grievance occasionally revealed when he amends these strange clauses unwillingly.

The author has something to say:

Welfare claw machine party:

Look at the pictures and talk——

JW: Change it for me =A=

SH: NO

JW: ...whether to change or not

SH: NO

JW: Very good, sleep on the floor at night

SH: ... [aggrieved face

dears!Are you happy to get married!Say happy!Because I am very happy!

By the way, I still have one article to get stuck on getting married!With this wind, I am going to finish that article!Although it's already locked...unlock it when it's over! QAQ sobbing