[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

Nelson took Sherlock to hail a taxi, and then told the driver that the place they were going to was the Thames River.Before Sherlock heard the words and raised his eyebrows, Nelson turned his head and asked abruptly, "Do you have any wish?" What you do is closely related.

Seeing that Sherlock just pursed his lips and didn't intend to answer, he rubbed his forehead helplessly, and handed him his mobile phone. "Here, you don't need to tell me. Have you seen this number? Don't worry, this person will never know who you are. He is only responsible for..." Realizing that he almost slipped the tongue, Nelson repeated the words that came to his lips. Swallowing it down, and facing Sherlock's scorching gaze, he continued with some discomfort, "In short, all you have to do is enter the wish you want to fulfill, and then send a message to inform this person. If you are not at ease, you can delete it. Off the record, I won't peek or ask that person—I promise."

As long as Nelson said something, Sherlock would never break his promise. Sherlock knew this very well, so even if he didn't answer, he took Nelson's phone in his hand, and after a short pause, he quickly entered a bunch of unknown words. Characters - Even if you trust Nelson, dear Sherlock can't trust the other person, so he didn't send the English directly, but quickly converted into a set of passwords.In this way, he not only made a wish to avoid regretting it later, but also had absolute confidence that that person would not be able to crack his wish.

After the satisfactory operation, he threw the phone to Nelson, in exchange for a dissatisfied white eye, Nelson warned in a low voice: "This is a branded product!" Of course, Sherlock ignored it indifferently.

And out of the mentality of being scratched by ants, Nelson still couldn't help but peeked to see if Sherlock had deleted it - and to his regret, it showed that the outbox was empty.Tsk tsk, still as cautious as ever.

Always available, even during peak hours, Nelson pressed his phone to send the agreed-upon signal when he figured about three minutes to go: That meant they could start.

Thinking of the surprise gift that cost him countless efforts, Nelson lamented that he is really the best teacher in the world (cough).

Sherlock, who had been looking out the car window, glanced boredly at the statue of Admiral Nelson, who had the meaning of victory, then casually glanced at the St. Paul's Cathedral, which is quite full of Renaissance features, and then opened his eyes wide. Staring closely at the magnificent and unimaginable grand scene.

Nelson obviously noticed too, he could almost see the subtle gleam in the blue eyes through the reflective glass windows.He stopped the car, and with a satisfied smile, he followed Sherlock who got out of the car almost immediately and stood by the Thames.

And above the sparkling water, the Kongming lanterns that make up a huge picture are slowly rising into the sky.Those beautiful paper lanterns lit with star lights are obviously in a predetermined pattern: those are four huge letters, clear and brightly beautiful.

——[SHHB]

—Sherlock Holmes Happy Birthday

Unexpectedly, Nelson didn't hear Sherlock's sarcasm, for example, he imagined that Sherlock might accuse him of "this is destroying the urban environment", or "are you crazy for all to see" , "Do you want to call the police to arrest you idiot"...

On the contrary, Sherlock hadn't said anything until now, even Nelson couldn't see the expression on his face because his back was turned to Nelson.

He could only see Sherlock's tall and thin back, the thin coat could not prevent the protruding shoulder blades from making the soft fabric uneven, and the curly but not messy black hair was lightly brushed The wind was blowing a little ups and downs. When he was silent like this, looking at his back would give him the illusion that the world was quiet.

That's why Nelson didn't speak. There were always various discussions or debates between them. Even that was very pleasant and fulfilling, but the silent coexistence like this was more cherished than the noise of the past.

If Nelson turned to the front of Sherlock at this time, he would be amazed at the look on Sherlock's face at this time, but at this moment he was just standing behind him and looking at his back, so he missed this might be this A once-in-a-lifetime expression.

The magically floating paper lantern carrying the wish made by Sherlock ascended to the endless sky, occupying an unprecedented scene in the dark blue sky that is enough to make the whole of London stop and look up. Scenes, they occupy the entire space that the retina can receive with eye-catching and long-lasting scenes, and the long floating seems to take a century to completely dissipate.

At this moment, Sherlock turned around. This was the first time in eight years that the two of them stood together again. At this time, he no longer had to raise his head to look at this man who could always affect his emotions. At the same level as this person, even higher than him.

Sherlock Holmes is an adult, and apparently the science he's been committed to believing has deceived him.The human body is scientifically unable to withstand long-term high-concentration dopamine stimulation, and coupled with the effects of metabolism, it should only last up to three years.And the theory proves that it will disappear completely after seven years, which is what has always been called the seven-year itch, but now eight years have passed, and Sherlock Holmes, who has always been based on theory, thinks for the first time that some things are scientific. Pure bullshit—like love, more enduring than he thought.

He looked at Nelson with scorching eyes, and quickly spit out words that seemed completely irrelevant to the current atmosphere: "First use the ideal gas state equation to obtain the air density. When the fuel burns to increase the temperature of the surrounding air, Kongming lanterns will rise due to the decrease in density, and at the same time the air discharged will reduce their own gravity, and the actual principle is to use the buoyancy of the air to continuously rise.” (Note)

Nelson curled his lips angrily and amusedly, "I thought what you wanted to say now was not this..." but to express his gratitude.It's just that Sherlock interrupted him before he finished speaking, and Sherlock had already walked in front of him before he knew it, and at this moment his eyes were flickering, with a strange and eager emotion.

The close distance made Nelson's reflection in those charming blue eyes, giving the illusion of concentration.He still looked casual, he interrupted, "It's really not."

Then Nelson saw that three-dimensional and deeply outlined face zooming in quickly before his eyes. Almost in the next instant, Sherlock sprayed on his face with an overly hot breath, and those eyes The hot thin lips imprinted on Nelson's cool lips with an astonishing temperature enough to burn people. There was no excessive movement, no further depth, just a light and shallow but heart-shattering plainness The kiss, but with the unique tenderness and cherishment that is awkward and never shown positively, it is branded on the soul of the other party through the tightly pressed lips.

Nelson's pupils dilated slightly, and his rationality told him that what he should do now was to push him away, but his prefrontal cortex had been completely overwhelmed by dopamine, his rationality was betrayed with a feeble cry, and his fingers tightened Let go again, and finally lift up hesitantly, embracing the big boy who nearly burned him.

Sherlock's tenderness is the most unique treasure in the world.

When his lips left, the strong contrast caused by the cool wind made people feel nostalgic subconsciously, but now he bared his teeth, showing his clean and neat white teeth that could be advertised for toothpaste, smiling very strangely. "Dear Mr. Nelson, if you didn't push away just now, it means you lost the only chance to refuse, please be ready to be with me from now on, otherwise—" His attitude was indifferent but malicious Pointing to Nelson's back, someone turned around in a daze, and saw the police from the brigade approaching at a high speed, and the sound of the "woo hoo" siren seemed to be gradually amplifying.

"Otherwise... I won't help you escape, dear Mr. Nelson. Disturbing the order of the city and deliberately causing air pollution—how many years do you think you should spend in prison?"

After all, Nelson is not an idiot. After he reacted quickly, he gritted his teeth angrily, and then gave Sherlock a big white eye—"It's you, run away! If you don't run away, you will spend the rest of your life alone , stupid idiot."

Sherlock, who got a satisfactory answer, seemed a little over-excited. It was obvious that his adrenaline was extremely increasing. After whistling, he grabbed Nelson's hand and started running fast.

——In fact, Sherlock’s IQ and conversation skills are enough for him not to run away, and he can guarantee that Nelson will be fine if he stays, but the problem now is... the great Mr. Holmes needs to calm down through this movement Mood, in other words, an outlet for excess heightened emotion.

The two people were running fast on the street like lunatics, like the frames that were quickly skipped when making an animation, and the buildings and crowds that passed by on the street were receding, blurred to the point where they couldn't see clearly.

But who cares?

Mr. Sherlock never cared what others thought.

I have just known that If fall in love with a man.

What about others?

——Who care? !

The author has something to say: Today is the third update, and the first update will be published first~

Is there a big breakthrough~ Mouqian is very hardworking, love to leave a message>3