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At this moment, Li seems to have condensed a pool of sea water, deep and silent. He locked his eyes tightly on Jasmine's face, his brows were full of anxiety, his Adam's apple moved, and finally he asked Jasmine: "Jasmine Amber, will you marry me?"

……

will you marry me?

will you marry me?

When Sherlock finished saying this, his brain was buzzing, even he didn't believe it, so he just said this to Jasmine?A feeling of loss, anger, despair, and collapse spread again. He could say it to anyone, to John, to Mycroft, to Lestrade, to anyone, but he couldn't stand himself. He repeatedly said things that were not sincere to Jasmine, and he couldn't avoid Jasmine again and again, and couldn't give Jasmine an explanation.

When did he become such a mother-in-law?

Maybe a long time ago?Or maybe the rebirth?

He always claims to be a high IQ anti-social person, but in front of women, he always looks childish and ridiculous.

It wasn't the first time he proposed to a woman, but it was the first time he felt that it was so embarrassing, and he felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to look Jasmine directly in the eyes.

Once, in Magnussen's case, he made false advances and proposed marriage to Jenny, Magnussen's secretary.But he didn't think there was anything wrong.

But this time, he really, couldn't face Jasmine anymore.

Jasmine was dumbfounded when she heard Sherlock's marriage proposal. At such a moment, she was wearing a ridiculous wedding dress, tied up and unable to move, and then it was Sherlock's marriage proposal opposite.

If it wasn't a dream, it must have been a hoax.

Even if it was a dream, it wouldn't be her sweet dream. She called this kind of lies that made her sink, and made her believe it true. She called it a nightmare. She had tried her best to stay away from Sherlock.If the confession last time rekindled her hope, then the six months of avoiding talking about it completely extinguished her hope.

She didn't believe that Sherlock would really fall in love with her, and she didn't believe that she would really kneel down and propose at such a time.

Sherlock has no romantic cells or prankish boredom, he has only one possibility-he has no choice but to do it.

Looking at Sherlock's expression of relief and regret, she knew that she guessed right.

She likes Sherlock for a long time.

She also tried new relationships, and even found a fiancé who had the same natural curls as Sherlock, but in the end, that was not Sherlock, nor could it replace the Sherlock she liked.She became silent, and began to learn to hide and watch Sherlock from a distance. She didn't bother, and she didn't take the initiative to contact him.She thought, maybe one day, she can let go.

but……

There was always some shenanigans that dashed her hopes, time after time.

There are always some white lies that make her feel humble...

Although she is just a little forensic doctor at the little-known Butts Hospital, she is also a person of flesh and blood.

It hurts for a long time, although it will be numb, but it does not mean that it will not be sad or painful.

She looked at Sherlock and laughed out loud. She gave him a step, and she pretended to be serious and said, "I don't want to."

Sherlock didn't expect that Jasmine would refuse, and he didn't even hesitate too much, nor did he ask any questions.

"Help me untie the rope," she said.

Sherlock untied her rope silently. When the rope fell to the ground, he was a little puzzled by a sense of loss. Why did this come from?he does not know.

"Although I really want to ask where I am at this time, I'm really sleepy." Jasmine smiled lightly, as if she didn't care.But as long as you pay attention, you can find her trembling lips when she speaks.

She was a little dizzy, and when she stood up, there were double images around her, two Sherlocks were dangling in front of her eyes, Jasmine shook her head with a wry smile, suppressed her discomfort, and headed towards the door with a dull head.But in the end she was still exhausted, her vision went dark, and she fell into a strange but generous embrace.

In the second before she lost consciousness, she laughed at herself, never knowing that Sherlock's arms felt like this.If she could, she would definitely push him away, the farther away from him the better.

Because, she still longs to be Sherlock's friend, an insignificant or even fleeting friend.

Just friends, as far as she is concerned, is enough.

The author has something to say: I found out that I have to finish it before Wednesday...More, more, turn on the codewriter mode

Sherlock 16

Moriarty and I have been quietly watching in the dark as Sherlock hugged Jasmine and left.

Interesting, very interesting, I always thought it was Jasmine Amber's unrequited love, but now it seems that it is far more than that.

"Isn't it wonderful?" I pushed Moriarty, who was a little dazed, beside him. His white shirt still smelled of sunburn, and I took a few sniffs greedily.With that said, I solved the invisibility of the two of us.

"It's very interesting. It's a pity that there is no sadomasochism." Moriarty sighed regretfully.

I let out a yo, and I wanted to show you a free movie, but you still picked it up, so I said angrily, "Don't tell me you still have a sadomasochistic love template in your heart?"

"How do you know I didn't?" Moriarty heard my intentional faultfinding, he shrugged his shoulders childishly and quickly dropped them, his voice was funny and cute.

"Then let me guess?" I pretended not to see Moriarty's cuteness, and said calmly.

""Titanic"? No, no, no, the heroine didn't follow her to her death. "Wuthering Heights"? This is still abusive, isn't it? Or "The Count of Monte Cristo"? Or..." Just when I guessed the rise , Moriarty rolled his eyes and interrupted me: "Okay, my sweetheart, I only agree with the second of the three you said."

I bumped him with my shoulder indifferently: "It can be regarded as a correct answer. I have answered the preferences of the smartest criminal in the history of crime. I already have a sense of accomplishment."

Moriarty and I went downstairs one after the other. Hearing what I said, he turned his head and raised his eyebrows with a gentle smile.

I seriously answer: "Both"

Moriarty spoke quickly, flicked his pockets, poked his neck from the railing to glance at the scattered corpses, and replied casually: "Then I'm really flattered."

I followed his gaze and asked, "Do you think it needs to be dealt with?"

"No need, the sense of crisis will make people show their feet." Moriarty pondered for a moment, stopped in place for a while, showing an evil grin.

"Do you know what you are most handsome?" I asked.

Moriarty: "When."

I took a big step and walked backwards in front of him, because this way I could talk to him face to face, I smiled happily, and said sincerely and slyly: "When I'm full of bad water."

The corners of Moriarty's eyebrows twitched slightly: "..."

But I saw that while he was speechless, the softness in his eyes faded away from the sharpness of the past. Under the blessing of the white T-shirt, he looked like a handsome brother next door.As long as...he doesn't speak.

Back in the car, I went back the same way. When I passed a dessert shop, I patted Moriarty on the arm, pointed at the shop and said pitifully, "I want to eat a cone."

Moriarty glanced over lightly from the corner of his eye, hesitated again and again, and stopped the car as promised.After the two stood still for five seconds, I saw that he had no intention of getting out of the car, so I cleared his throat and reminded him: "I have no money."

He heard my words, looked at the sky again, and then took out a wallet full of Logos from the armrest box and threw it at me.

I took it quickly, but continued to insist: "Let's go together!"

Probably because I was so annoying, Moriarty actually got out of the car, took the wallet from my hand, and walked ahead first.I looked at his back and clapped my hands contentedly, hey, it would have been like this earlier, I was just too lazy to line up.

I was waiting for Moriarty to check out, and a shadow came over my head. I thought it was Moriarty, but when I looked up, I found a young guy with blond hair.The next thing is to strike up a conversation without saying a word.When the young man was introducing his school, Moriarty walked over holding a cone.

He put the cone in my hand, looked at the blond boy in front of him, and asked sideways, "Who are you?"

The young man was obviously taken aback when he saw Moriarty, probably because he felt familiar, and then quickly introduced himself: "Oh, I'm Kenny."

Moriarty glanced at it with disdain, and said in a calm tone, "Jim Moriarty."

Just as Moriarty finished saying his name, Kenny suddenly exclaimed, with a look on his face, he ran away, and before leaving, he muttered to himself: "Oh Fuck! Jim Moriarty shit luck ! I must leave now."

Moriarty and I looked at the direction Kenny was leaving together, and I rubbed my forehead helplessly. Moriarty is really notorious, but he judged without hesitation: "Cowardly as hell!" mouse."

"Are you jealous just now?" Hearing Moriarty's comment, I burst out laughing. Moriarty turned around and met my eyes. I took his arm and asked while walking in a car.

"Are you kidding me?" Moriarty looked at me with your sick expression.

"You're jealous." I continued in an affirmative tone.

"..."

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