[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

After an extremely fulfilling class that day, Nelson did not leave immediately for the first time, but pushed the door out of the room with the fragrant and strong coffee made by the butler, and stood in front of the railing to enjoy the breeze.

For his performance, Sherlock's reaction was naturally to scoff.However, Nelson didn't care about someone's awkwardness at all. He just took a sip of hot drink and leaned comfortably on the railing, and then asked in surprise, "Why are there so many people setting off fireworks today?" From the beginning of class, I could hear the sound of fireworks going up outside from time to time. If it wasn't because he and Sherlock were focused enough during class, I'm afraid today's class would have been interrupted.

"Today is November [-]th, I can't believe you forgot to check the date again." Sherlock quickly answered, but Nelson's reaction was still very confused. "What date is November fifth?"

The boy paused this time, looked him up and down, and then said with an exclamation tone: "Well, it turns out that you don't always have the concept of dates in your mind, but you simply don't have common sense—to commemorate the fact that you were stopped by the royal family more than 400 years ago. The Gunpowder Plot, every year on November [-], people will set off fireworks everywhere, and there will be a grand celebration in Alexandria Palace. Let me remind you, this is a must-learn content in elementary school textbooks, and you are sleepwalking in those times Are you there, Nelson?"

Well, it's really not his fault.The memories left by the main body are almost all kinds of knowledge and the daily life with his family. There are very few such common senses. In addition, he has never been to this world before, so he really has no chance to know about this kind of festival. origin.

So he shrugged, Sherlock's poisonous tongue was as painless as a cat's paw to him.Nelson looked up at the fireworks blooming above his head for a while, and suddenly turned his head to look at Sherlock with bright eyes. The fiery eyes looked at someone a little uncomfortable, and at the same time asked a little vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

"You just said that there are celebrations in the Alexandria Palace?" He looked very eager to try, which gave Sherlock, who never liked to go to such entertainment places, a bad feeling.He nodded stiffly, and sure enough, he heard Nelson say with a smile, "Let's go together!"

Oh no... He was about to ask this troublesome person out, but he heard a very familiar voice that he hadn't heard for a long time from the door. "Sherlock, I'm amazed how well you can get along with your tutor."

Turning his head, he saw Mycroft leaning against the door with his chest folded. He seemed fatter after not seeing him for a while.He quickly put the matter behind him, and concentrated on dealing with his brother who was always at odds.

"Hey, shouldn't you be in school now, what are you doing in my room?"

Mycroft smiled, narrowing his eyes, looking really happy. "It's just a way to see if my worrying little brother is studying hard when I go home. And as far as what I just heard, I said that as a car owner who has obtained a driver's license, he can kindly drop by Give you a ride." Before Sherlock could utter a rebuttal, he turned to Nelson and said, "How about it, do you want to?"

Nelson grabbed Sherlock, who was about to explode, and said with a slight smile, "I'm sorry."

Sherlock kept emphasizing along the way that this was a crime of kidnapping—of course, they ignored it with a tacit understanding.

A lot of people have gathered in the Alexander Palace. Even though it is only five o'clock in the afternoon, there are already many citizens on the hillside, and there are even many tourists who come here just in time for this time.Looking at it from a distance, it feels like a sea of ​​people.Nelson still likes to join in the fun to some extent, but someone who is stuck in the car and can't get out thinks otherwise.

Nelson looked at Sherlock with a look of "I will never get out of the car" with a funny face, winked slightly at Mycroft, and walked up the mountain with ease.

As expected, within a minute, almost immediately, Sherlock jumped out of the car as if he had encountered some ghost, and quickly caught up with Nelson.

Mycroft left after seeing them off, and the two walked up the road, with many people taking pictures along the way.And Nelson has always lacked interest in taking pictures, let alone Sherlock, so the two of them climbed to the highest point without stopping.

Alexandria Palace is the highest point in downtown London. If you look down from here, it is indeed refreshing and majestic. Everyone is waiting for the night to fall. A beautiful and grand fireworks display.As a large entertainment center, it will naturally not let people wait dryly.There are also a full range of entertainment facilities, including indoor playgrounds and ice rinks.

After blowing enough wind and seeing enough scenery, Nelson turned his attention to the large poster of the skating rink.He looked at it with bright eyes, and walked inside without any explanation.Sherlock stared at him for a while and saw that he had no intention of stopping at all, so he gritted his teeth and followed. "It's 27:[-] now. If you really want to play this sport so urgently, then be prepared to miss the fireworks show." In fact, he is not worried about missing the fireworks at all, he just prefers I don't want to go skating.

And Nelson turned around with a smile when he heard it: "You dare not skate?"

Sherlock was irritated successfully: "I will never help you when you fall, absolutely!"

When they rented skates, knee pads and other things in the preparation room, Sherlock realized belatedly that he had been tricked into it by Nelson's aggressive method.But he was adamant that it wasn't because of his slow reflexes, but because of Nelson's cunning.

In short, the two sat down facing each other now, struggling with the pair of rather heavy skates.Nelson used to wear more comfortable sneakers too, so the laces remember very well.But when he looked up, Sherlock was staring at the tangled laces of his skates, in disbelief that he couldn't handle something like this.

With a chuckle, a head suddenly appeared in Sherlock's sight - Nelson, who was sitting opposite, bent down, and at the same time he felt his shoe uppers being slightly pulled.

The brown hair hangs down due to gravity and covers most of his face, but the nimble fingers are clearly reflected in Sherlock's eyes, those fingers seem to have independent life, moving quickly Surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

He would never admit that he stared at Nelson blankly for a while, anyway, when Nelson straightened up, Sherlock raised his eyelids and raised his chin: "Actually, I can handle it myself, but since you So enthusiastic..." His ear was slightly red, "Then if you fall down later, I'll help you up."

Now Nelson actually laughed.Sherlock didn't know it himself, but in the eyes of others, the way he turned around to express his gratitude was really... very cute.

Since both of them are beginners, there is no shortage of helmets, knee pads, wrist pads, and elbow pads.Finally, put on the gloves, and the two of them can be called fully armed.Helping each other into the skating rink, even Sherlock, who was reluctant to come in at first, had to be dazzled by the sight.

Although their current clothes look bulky, it is clear that people who skate well don't need such exaggerated clothes.They rotate freely and willfully in the arena, and every posture looks elegant and free.

Sherlock was obviously moved. He entered the skating rink even more impatiently than Nelson, carefully holding on to the pole.After walking a few steps, he tried to let go of himself and move forward, but unfortunately the effect was not very satisfactory.

And Nelson followed closely behind him, thought for a while and said, "Should we do some warm-up exercises before coming in?"

Sherlock gave him a blank look, "Do you think we can get rid of the behavior of holding on to the handrail tonight? Obviously not, then if we keep going at the current speed, there will be no harm if we don't do warm-up exercises. "

It made sense after thinking about it, Nelson shrugged and said that he didn't say anything.

But if this continues, the two of them are not very interested in playing. In the end, Nelson decided that since they are both here, they can't be afraid of falling, at least they have to try that feeling once.Sherlock didn't immediately agree, even though he wanted to skate freely like others, but he also knew that if he acted rashly, it would only be an inevitable wrestling.So he decided to watch and wait for Nelson to give him a hand when he fell.

Nelson carefully let go of the armrest and slid a step aside...it's okay.Another step, another step... He was opening his mouth to smile at Sherlock, only to hear a terrified voice from behind: "Hey! The one in front, get out of the way!!"

With a "bang", Nelson was knocked into the air, and when he fell to the ground, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead—then his vision went dark, and he passed out in embarrassment.

Sherlock stared dumbfounded at the scene that happened in front of him. Before he could criticize Nelson's stupidity, he saw a line of blood slowly slid down from the man's head, which quickly seeped into the ice and stained his face. A little red on it.

"You idiot..." Which bastard choked his throat and made his oxygen so thin that even his chest was constricted.

He calmly turned his head to look at the onlookers, and at the same time gave the perpetrator who was still dazed and panicked a gloomy look.

"call the ambulance."