[Comprehensive wear] You will get used to it

Looking at the bunch of roses whose branches were basically broken and only a few petals and leaves were hanging, Yang Yi made no secret of his contempt, stretched out a finger and pushed Sherlock's hand away, and said, "I also Not a nice fellow, Mr Holmes."

Sherlock blinked, then laughed and said, "Strictly speaking, I'm not a good person either."

"Hehe." Yang Yi sneered twice, stood up and walked away.

Sherlock stood there, blinked innocently, and said to John standing behind him: "I found that the most difficult person to serve in this world is not McClov, but Liu."

"Haha." John also sneered at Sherlock twice, then turned around and left decisively. If he didn't leave, John felt that he would either insert his own eyes or cut his own ears.He has always known that Sherlock's EQ is very low, but he didn't expect it to be so low. Sherlock is probably the only one in the world who will give someone he likes a bunch of rotten flowers that others stuffed into him. If Yang Yi would It's strange to be happy.

"What's wrong with me, John, what are you laughing at, laughing at me, why?" Sherlock caught up and grabbed John's clothes and asked.

"Sherlock, I sincerely suggest that you go to the bookstore, buy two love books, and read books like men's encyclopedia." John said immediately when he saw Sherlock's expression became very disapproving. : "At least those books will tell you that you should not give such a rose to someone you like, unless the other party has some special hobbies."

"What's the matter with the rose? It's just a bouquet of flowers, you just need to know what it represents." Sherlock said.

John glanced at the bouquet of roses that Sherlock was still holding in his hand in disbelief, snatched it and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Sherlock snorted, "Fake human beings, stupid mortals, never know how to see the essence through appearances."

As a hypocritical human and a stupid mortal, Yang Yi is in a good mood at the moment. He thinks what happened today is really funny. Sherlock's appearance is actually quite funny, like a child who has just begun to understand how to communicate with others. Straightforward and childish.But he would never accept that miserable bunch of flowers.

After returning home, Yang Yi took a comfortable bath and was ready to go to bed, but before he lay down, Sherlock ran over and knocked on the door with a "bang bang bang".

"Liu, I know you're back, please open the door." Sherlock shouted while knocking on the door.

"Mr. Holmes, it's almost midnight, are you sure it's a good time to talk?" Yang Yi opened the door and said to Sherlock.

But when the door was opened, the first thing Yang Yi saw was not Sherlock's long face, but a bunch of blue enchantresses with water droplets.Sherlock hid his face behind the flowers, and said very quickly: "I know you don't like the bouquet just now, so I went to the flower shop to buy a fresh and beautiful one, what do you think?"

"No, I don't want to receive your flowers, Mr. Holmes." Yang Yi said, crossing his arms.

Sherlock frowned, remembering that it was said in the Book of Love that buying a small gift for your sweetheart can please your sweetheart, so he asked: "So what gift do you want? I should give you the gift you like, but since we only know each other For two days, I still don't know your preferences."

"No flowers, no gifts. I just want to go back to my bed and sleep. Mr. Holmes, should I remind you, it's already early morning." Yang Yi said.

"Okay, good night then."

After being rejected continuously, Sherlock looked a little embarrassed, he didn't continue to pester, put the flowers on the cabinet by the door and left.

John sat in the living room with his knees hugged, his eyes staring blankly at the direction of the door. He really couldn't understand why Sherlock was so confident that he would confess successfully. It's not a handsome face, but it's because of his arrogant temper, or his almost zero savings.

With a "snap", the door on the second floor was pushed open by Sherlock. Panting heavily, he walked into the room, picked up the pink book of love on the table, and opened it with a black face. tear.

"Hey, Sherlock, what are you doing?" John took a step forward to stop him, but Sherlock's movements were so fast that he tore the love book as thick as a textbook into pieces in a few strokes.

Sherlock threw the pieces of paper in his hand on the roof vigorously, looked at the pink pieces of paper and angrily accused him: "I said long ago that these books are only printed to earn money from those empty-headed idiots. Pound sterling! And I, Sherlock Holmes, actually listened to your suggestion and bought this book, I knew it was all wrong, and the person who wrote this book might not have an IQ of fifty!"

The innocent John looked at Sherlock's upright expression and felt a tightness in his chest. Although he did suggest that Sherlock buy a book on love for beginners, he didn't force Sherlock to buy it. Could it be that when he passed by the bookstore just now? Didn't Sherlock take the initiative to turn in?

"Hmph, I never believe that I can't deal with a stupid human being with my IQ!" After complaining, Sherlock soon became full of fighting spirit again, never getting discouraged is one of his few advantages. .

John rolled his eyes, patted Sherlock on the shoulder and went into the kitchen. He had to pour himself a glass of water, otherwise he would be pissed off by Sherlock.He was chasing boyfriends instead of dealing with suspects, look at what he said, what is a stupid human being, even if John hasn't been in a few relationships, he knows that is absolutely wrong.Moreover, Sherlock now has a strong opponent. John believes that Moriarty and Sherlock are chasing someone together. As long as Moriarty does not reveal his occupation, the possibility that the other party will choose Sherlock is infinitely close to zero. .

There was a knock on the door of Building 221B, Baker Street, early the next morning. Mrs. Hudson was drinking coffee in the kitchen when she heard the sound and hurried to open the door, but was almost overwhelmed by a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots.

Mrs. Hudson clutched her chest and cried, "Oh, where did these flowers come from?"

A blond beauty moved the bouquet down, showed her face and smiled apologetically at Mrs. Hudson and said, "Good morning, ma'am, is there a Mr. Liu Yu from the East here?"

"Yes, Liu just moved here the day before yesterday." Mrs. Hudson smiled and opened the door and said, "Come in, miss, are you here to see Liu?"

"Oh, no, ma'am, I'm here to apologize for sending a bouquet of flowers to my boss. He said he disturbed Mr. Liu last night." The blond beauty smiled and said.

"Then give me the flowers, Mr. Liu hasn't woken up yet!" Mrs. Hudson stretched out her hand and said.

There are at least a hundred flowers in that large bouquet of forget-me-nots, and the blond beauty struggled to hold it. When she saw Mrs. Hudson stretching out her hand, she immediately stuffed the flowers into Mrs. Hudson's hand, and then took out a bunch of flowers from her skirt pocket. A beautiful little card was inserted in the middle of the bouquet, and said: "Madam, please give the flowers to Mr. Liu with your own hands."

"Of course, of course." Mrs. Hudson nodded hastily.

The blond girl hurried away after giving her instructions again. Mrs. Hudson put the flowers on the cabinet in the corridor, and then went back to her room. It was not yet six o'clock in the morning, and most of the people were still sleeping. , Mrs. Hudson planned to go to Yang Yi later.

Sherlock kept turning over on the bed with his arms folded. He thought about it for most of the night last night, but he didn't figure out how to pursue Yang Yi. Instead, he thought of many insidious pursuits that Moriarty would have. As a result, the more he thought about it, the more pressure he felt, which led to insomnia all night.

Old-fashioned houses always have a bunch of shortcomings here and there. The biggest one is that the older the house, the more and louder the sound it will make, and its ability to block sound is getting worse and worse. The walls of Building 221B have no diaphragmatic effect at all, so Sherlock can't sleep well, and John, who sleeps next door to him, can't sleep well either. He can clearly hear Sherlock turning over constantly, and his bed There was a constant "creaking" sound, and then the floor under the bed began to "creak".

"380 seven, 380 eight, 380 nine, four hundred. Sherlock!" After lying on the bed and counting to four hundred, John finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the wall beside the bed, "Sherlock, be quiet, just now 05:30 in the morning, we need to be up at seven, so give me an hour and a half of sleep."

Yang Yi also didn't sleep well. You must know that the floor here has no sound insulation effect. Unfortunately, his bedroom is just above Sherlock's bedroom, and his bed is also right on Sherlock's bed. above.So accompanied by the creaking sound all night, Yang Yi had a nightmare all night. He dreamed that he was rowing on a big black river with no end in sight. Every time he would make a little rubbing sound, once and for all, it made his head hurt from the noise.

"Polly, I think I need a cup of coffee, I'm a little dizzy." Yang Yi yelled uncomfortably lying on the bed.

"Yes, master." Polly replied shrilly.

Because of John's restraint, Sherlock, who was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in large characters, suddenly moved his ears a few times, and then he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. A new neighbor to pursue, another who sounds like a boy whose vocal cords have not yet developed.But if his memory is correct, Yang Yi didn't bring any children here at all, unless they were brought in a box?Sherlock wondered wildly, could it be that his new neighbor is a child trafficker!

In any case, Sherlock couldn't fall asleep anymore, he looked at the clock on the wall, and made sure that the newspaper delivery person was about to arrive, so he simply put on a dressing gown and got up.

There was a burst of strong coffee aroma in the corridor on the first floor, and Sherlock yelled as he walked down: "Mrs. Hudson, pour me a cup of coffee, I want a beef sandwich, a poached egg, two sticks Sausages, and a bowl of chips."

"Sherlock, I'm not your maid." Mrs. Hudson's voice came from the kitchen, but there was no complaint in her tone, and she was probably already preparing the breakfast that Sherlock ordered. , it is estimated that even John's share will be prepared together.

Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, and finally felt a little better, but after he went downstairs and saw the big bunch of forget-me-nots on the cabinet by the door, his mood immediately fell to the ground.Forget-me-not, Liu Yu's favorite flower in his blog.

Tsk, it must have been written by Moriarty, Sherlock pouted, and glanced at the kitchen again, seeing that the door was closed, he immediately took a few steps closer to the bouquet of flowers carefully, then picked up the flowers and put them on the table. He opened the inserted card, glanced at it, stuffed it into his pocket, and then went out to get the newspaper as if nothing had happened.

Mrs. Hudson quickly prepared the food and brought it out. In fact, she often prepared more food for two people, because she knew that two big men, Sherlock and John, didn't know how to take care of themselves. They hardly knew how to do it. Food, especially Sherlock, if there was no such thing as a restaurant outside, he would have starved to death many times.

When passing by the bouquet of flowers, Mrs. Hudson looked down, and then said to herself suspiciously: "I remember that there seems to be a card. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"