[Sherlock Holmes] The Legend of the Nightingale

(God's perspective)

"You also think it's strange. When we were young and ignorant, we all knew exactly what we wanted, but when we got more experience, we would occasionally get entangled in trivial matters like children, capricious, and didn't know what to do."

The doctor looked at the complete set of tea sets and refreshments in front of him, but he didn't take a bite.The young woman sitting opposite gently stirred the black tea in the cup with a teaspoon, without saying a word.

"Your decision is a bit sudden. Don't talk about him, Mei Li and I couldn't understand it when we first heard about it."

no answer.

"You don't have to believe that Holmes will... In fact, I don't believe it either. But you have to take it seriously. There are many reasons why a person wants to keep another person. If you don't accept this, at least have the patience to listen to others."

Watson looked at the ceiling and sighed.A month ago, he had just said categorically that he didn't care about it anymore, but the two of them stayed put as if they had discussed it, and never mentioned it.So the doctor, who was going to visit his old friend, finally turned a corner on the way and reluctantly said that he happened to pass by Manchester to visit Nightingale.

"Do you have to tell me straight up?"

"Sorry doctor, but now do you think he needs me back, or does he need me back."

"I don't think there's any difference between the two."

"Sure?"

"No one knows Holmes better than I do. Of course, if you women have another way, that's another matter."

"Then it's over."

Watson picked up the teacup anxiously, but put it down again without drinking. "If only you could see what he is like now."

"If I remember correctly, he would act like he couldn't survive from time to time when he was normal, he didn't think about food, kept silent, had insomnia, smoked..."

"I know."

"It's no different." Nightingale added a piece of candy. "I became an incomprehensible puzzle to him. He had to figure it out, or he would have no peace. And I announced him without giving him enough chances." Failed. Anyone who knows Holmes should know what it was like - though it would be egotistical to say so - torture."

"I really hope you don't think so."

"I know better than anyone how ridiculous this kind of delusion is," she smiled, "thinking that I am living for someone."

"Then I understand." Watson sized her up with blue eyes for a while, "One last question. Can you still drink your cup of tea?"

This time Nightingale was stunned.She looked down at her black tea, then at the teaspoon in her hand.

"Holmes and I have never paid attention to the same direction, but sometimes it is enough. For example, you have already used up half of the sugar, but you have never drank it. You don't need to be so anxious, Nightingale."

Nightingale sighed. "You know I'm not going back to Baker Street for whatever reason."

"How about a compromise?" Watson said in a comforting tone. "It would be too rash to say death now."

Nightingale asked for sugar again habitually, seeing the way Watson looked at her, she threw the teaspoon into the milk jug.

"I don't think you're talking straight, doctor."

"Well," said Watson, "in fact, he has been ill recently. Of course, he has a lot of cases and refuses to rest. He is overworked, but it is not too serious. Merry and Mrs. Hudson take turns to look after him. He is sane , but when you have a fever, you will talk in your sleep, the three of us have heard it, and it is all your name."

Nightingale raised her hand and pushed the teacup away from her face.

"Do you now think that other reasons are needed?"

She turned her gaze out the window.

Holmes had been in a state of delirium since the afternoon.

Mrs. Hudson changed the towels for him a few times, and Watson told him not to use the medicine too often and to use physical therapy as much as possible.He felt in a daze that the light in the room seemed to have suddenly dimmed.After sleeping for a whole afternoon, it was almost dark.

He was calm when unconscious.As long as the mind is a little conscious, all kinds of things start to circle in the mind, completely out of control, forcing the nerves to wear down, and the whole nervous system hurts like hell.He still remembers the last time he tried to work.Like a raging lion, he forbade Watson and Mrs. Hudson to dismiss his clients on the grounds of physical problems, but when he really started working, he was drowsy, sitting at the desk like a dream, and his hands trembled when holding a pen. trembling.When Watson entered, he found him lying unconscious on the table.There was no way, the doctor turned down some cases after all, and postponed the rest.Although even in a coma, the clues of these cases did not leave his mind, but they were mixed with other real or imaginary things and could not function normally.

Angela Nightingale.

nightingale.

nightingale.

nightingale.

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The high fever time in the afternoon passed, and the temperature began to drop when I woke up.Holmes limply pulled his hands out of the quilt, and massaged the top of his head with ten fingers.Neuralgia occasionally occurs during severe illness.In a semi-conscious state, Holmes vaguely saw the vision of Nightingale.She stood at the head of the bed, all in gray, and bent down to look at him.Holmes wanted to see whether it was a hallucination or real, but the phantom before his eyes became far and near, and finally disappeared into a daze.He put his hand down feebly, not knowing whether he really did this action or did it in a dream.Holmes awoke a little when he actually felt a cool hand over his hot one.

"Nightingale." He said firmly in a hoarse voice.

Nightingale looked helplessly at the detective who lost his temper like a child from time to time.Based on what she knew about Holmes, she even suspected that he would force Watson to trick her back. If that was the case, the doctor's ability to lie would improve a lot.Even when Mrs. Hudson spoke to her anxiously about her condition, she was dubious, for Holmes was more than enough to deceive Mrs. Hudson.It wasn't until she pushed open the door and walked to the bed, observing Holmes lying on the hospital bed talking vaguely within two feet, that she was sure that she was overthinking and felt deeply annoyed.Holmes said her name without hesitation as she laid her hand on his.

He opened his eyes.

"Just to be honest, Watson told me, and I decided to reconsider. Just to think about it." Nightingale said, "but please don't act like a student who doesn't know the world. We are not young anymore, sir. .”

Holmes gave a sickly smile.Nightingale picked up the towel from the pillow and dipped it in the cold water again.

"You don't know how abnormal it is, just because of a woman."

Holmes did not immediately refute the harsh words, but turned his back on Nightingale.

"I didn't say why. After working together for ten years, you still act like you don't know me at all."

"It's only been five years. I was kidnapped for two years, and you disappeared for three years."

Nightingale wrung out the towel and shook Holmes' shoulders to make him face her, but the detective grabbed the quilt over his head and refused to obey.Nightingale resorted to violence to no avail, and made a gesture of throwing the towel on the ground, but in the end she still grabbed it in her hand and added a sentence helplessly:

"Then let's change the method. If the patient obeys the instructions of the medical staff, the lady will reward a kiss according to the etiquette of the knight age."

Before she finished speaking, Holmes had pushed back the quilt and jumped up, lay down neatly on his back, bumped his shoulders against the bed, smiled slyly, and then immediately returned to his usual pensive state, staring at the ceiling seriously, as if nothing happened. didn't happen.This movement was a little too much for his current state, and Holmes took a short breath before calming down.Nightingale froze for a moment holding the towel, she almost wanted to pounce on him and strangle him to death.

"Okay, okay, I'm really convinced." Nightingale shook the wet towel in her hand, quickly kissed the detective's skinny cheek, and put the towel on his face with her hands. "The temperature is a bit high." She touched her lips with her fingers, as if the temperature on the detective's face was still there, "Why are you so awake?"

Holmes snatched the towel from his face, refolded it, and placed it on his forehead, pretending not to hear.Well, then it's just a fever.Nightingale couldn't help but smile.

"Now, sir, I am in Baker Street for a while until you are fully recovered. But if you are foolish enough to think you can drag me here in this way, I will intercept all the cases in London while you are unable to work. Believe it I might as well just fill you a glass. Is there anything else to add, dear?"

Holmes squinted at her as she finished speaking, and fixed his gaze on the ceiling again.

"No."

"I'm leaving."

"Nothing else?" said the detective in a melancholy verse.

"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Detective. I have to find time to deal with those cases that you have shelved for a while, and I haven't asked you to compensate me for the delayed work in Manchester!"

However, at this moment, Nightingale suddenly turned around, leaned over before Holmes could react, and kissed him almost exaggeratedly for three seconds.All she saw was his shocked light gray eyes.

God, he was so quiet.

Nightingale slowly straightened up.

"Can I go now?"

"Yes." Holmes' expression was extremely helpless, and Nightingale wanted to laugh even more.You're probably the only one in England, she thought, and a kiss would be like a death sentence.

"God knows I just can't see you sad."

"That's true, thank you very much." The detective raised his hand in embarrassment to wipe it off, but felt that it was inappropriate, and finally put it down. "I will remember to write this item in the memorandum, and I will return it another day."

"Ah, Holmes, let's put an end to this pointless quarrel. We've been wasting too much time on it. Now I'll get your client out of the way. Then..."

She paused.

"And then in the past few days, I need to find a way to restrain myself from wanting to kiss you all the time."

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, this is the end of the story. The author who is least able to write emotional dramas said that it is really difficult_(:з」∠)_Guys, we can reason well in the next volume, the dark history of emotional dramas , I pretended not to see, not to see, to see, to see...