[sherlock] Spirit and flesh

Chapter 12 John

Clothes were wet on the tiles, luckily the towel was big enough to cover my body when I draped it over my shoulders, just big enough for Sherlock to wrap around his waist, and I opened a bathroom door gap, Holmes The lady was dancing there in a hurry, I walked out awkwardly, my hair was still dripping, Sherlock came out behind me, Mrs Holmes rushed into the bathroom, the door just closed and then opened, she blinked slyly through the crack of the door He rolled his eyes and said, "You can go to your room to continue. It's okay to go down later for breakfast, and it's even more okay if you don't eat breakfast. If you are too busy to miss lunch, we still have dinner. If you even have dinner..."

"Mom!" Sherlock shyly turned his head and waved his hand to tell his mother to shut up quickly.

It was the first time I saw his shy expression. We went back to the room in silence, not knowing what to say for a long time.

I walked to the window wrapped in a towel, opened the curtains, looked outside in amazement, and turned to him, "Look! Sherlock! It's snowing!"

"I really envy you, a few snowflakes can make you so happy." He came over and stood beside me, I opened the curtains with a bang, and watched the first first snow of this year with him, the snowflakes were crystal clear , shone with pure white light, falling from the sky one after another, extremely pure white, Sherlock looked at it with a smile on his face, I think his brilliant brain can't be too strong when it encounters beautiful scenery on a good day.

A black car came from afar and stopped in the front yard. Mycroft got out of the car, wearing a thick black velvet coat. Tonight was Christmas Eve, and he finally came home.

He was carrying several boxes of colorful gifts, looked up in the yard, saw me and Sherlock, he raised his hand to greet us, and Sherlock and I waved to him from the window, but we just waved twice, Mycroft Just stunned, he frowned, and after a while, he let go, and instead put the gift under his arm, he raised two thumbs up at us.

I looked at him puzzled.

"What does it mean that he raised his big finger?"

"Probably to compliment our matching towels."

I just realized it, damn it!I had no fucking clothes on, and Sherlock didn't have any clothes on, and we were just standing at the same window in the same room, waving stupidly at his brother.

I jumped into bed and got tangled up in the covers, and I watched Sherlock Holmes, who came and lay next to me, stroking my face with his fingers.

I looked at him with a blushing face, and said in a low voice, "Well, in the eyes of your family, have I formally dated you?"

Sherlock smiled and sighed, "In their eyes, we should have started a long time ago."

I reached out and held his hand, his palm was hot, much bigger than mine, and his fingers were leaner and slender than mine, the palm of my hand was compared to his It's meat, Sherlock stared at my wedding ring, I held up my finger, my wedding ring had a golden sheen, and I said sadly, "It took me 4 years to get my first ring off."

He hesitantly responded.

"It doesn't matter." I pulled off the ring on my ring finger forcefully.

He stared at me with wide eyes, "But...it's less than four years this time."

I held the loose wedding ring in my hand, leaned over and kissed him, "I can't make you wait for me for another 4 years, no, you'll be old if you wait any longer, and you're going to grow gray hair."

Sherlock hugged me and laughed, "I'm only 36 years old."

"Soon you'll be 37, then you'll be 38, and before you know it, you'll be 40." I squeezed the wedding ring between my fingers and put it in front of his eyes, "She'll forgive me, every one of mine My wife will forgive me, because I don't run away anymore, you are the one in my heart, Sherlock Holmes, if I can be so lucky, have the next marriage, if I can be so lucky, next time, It can't be someone else who puts the ring on me, it has to be you."

Sherlock was suddenly speechless, he stroked my bangs, his fingers passed my ears, his smile slowly turned into a wry smile, then his eyelashes were soaked, and his clear eyes were clouded with water, I I think he's going to cry.

"Oh my God, you're crying." I reached out and touched his eyelashes.

He laughed through his tears, and the tears stopped, "I'm not you, I'm not so sentimental."

"You're human too." I lay in his arms, we were tired of being in the room for a long time, time seemed to stop for us, I have to admit, it's not easy to cool down in front of a naked Sherlock and honestly put on clothes easy.

I put on a sweater and trousers, opened the door of the room, walked out with a smile, Sherlock followed me, put his hand on my back, before going down the stairs, he stroked my back, I couldn't help but look back at him , Sherlock made a gesture to lower his head and peck me with his lips. I picked the corner of his mouth and hit him on the head again, telling him to be good.

I can't help but think that even at the age of 60, Sherlock might still be this childish.

We went downstairs, Mycroft took off his snow-covered coat, wore a light suit with the buttons unbuttoned, and sat at the dining table drinking a cup of coffee. He put down the tablet in his hand, and his eyes rolled around me. And here it goes again, Mycroft's dreadful rendition is coming.

I was prepared to be ruthlessly dissected by him, he must have read on my lips how intense the kiss between me and Sherlock in the room was in the first few seconds.

I couldn't hide it, I sat in the dining chair, broke a piece of bread with my hands, dipped it in strawberry jam and stuffed it into my mouth. Mrs. Holmes walked in from the backyard, and she put a bunch of freshly picked tomatoes into the mouth. In the sink, old Mr. Holmes followed behind his wife and piled dry firewood to the fireplace in the living room. Then, Mrs. Holmes also smiled and went to the living room to light a fire.

A sweet couple showing affection everywhere, I smiled and watched their figures.

Seeing that all the parents had left, Mycroft deliberately coughed from his throat. He adjusted his sitting posture, took a sip of coffee, and talked to me, "It seems that my brother has finally found someone to spend his old age with him."

"I've never been alone all my life like someone." Sherlock scowled bitterly back at his brother, who sat next to my elbow with me sandwiched between two Earth-destroying Holmes, my nerves high , for fear of being hit by the residue of the war.

"Solitude equals freedom," Mycroft said calmly.

"Long, tormented, lonely, empty, meaningless, the freedom of being alone."

Mycroft narrowed his eyes. "I'm never lonely or empty."

Sherlock also stared at him with the eyes of a wild wolf, "It is impossible for a person to live alone, do you know why there are so many perverted dismemberers, because they have endured too much emptiness and desolation, and no one cares about them night."

Mycroft snorted contemptuously and fiercely through his nostrils, "Even if I'm lonely, it's a loneliness that no one can match, a loneliness that can't find a match."

"Poor narcissist."

"The puppy who was starved by the owner for 9 years to get sweets."

"You want to be dissatisfied."

"You are the only one who is dissatisfied with your desires, and you have been rejected by people all the time. How does it feel to be the best man twice?"

I quickly raised my hand to stop the gunfire between the two of them, so as not to accidentally hurt me, an innocent person who just wanted to have a peaceful breakfast, "Hey, Merry Christmas, you have such deep feelings, you should put down your swords and guns and hug."

"Hugs? Huh." Mycroft laughed. "Just his hard hugs will just grind me into a pulp like a meat grinder and make tonight a bloody Christmas Eve, please."

"As if you are good at it, you hide a knife in your smile, and you have thorns in your arms."

"Wait," I had to smooth things over again, "Sherlock, just say Merry Christmas to your brother."

"The treadmill will only turn your fat belly into a muscle belly. A belly is always a belly. You can't escape it. Merry Christmas Mycroft."

"He is widowed and he is still heterosexual. He is now in a period of sadness and depression. He needs a substitute as a sustenance for his soul, and you just happen to be in front of him. There are some things that you will never take advantage of. Merry Christmas and my best Dear lovely brother."

I sighed helplessly.

I felt Mycroft shift his gun and aim it at me, "Did you guys sleep together? You've finally got your senses? John?"

I stared at him, "What does it mean to be enlightened?"

"Which of the previous wives did you marry to anger him?"

I frowned, "I didn't offend you, Mycroft…"

"It's not that he doesn't take the initiative, my brother, he is very active, he has always been very direct, he wants to keep you by his side, everyone can see that, the whole world, including those little frogs in Scotland Yard, know that he loves you You want to die or live, but you want to abuse him, I'm curious, little doctor, this is how you deal with feelings? Whoever loves you more, who do you want to hang out with?"

I lost my appetite to eat, I put down what I was holding, and yes, I got hurt by Mycroft, I felt a little embarrassed and a little stupid on my face, and I stared at him again, and I said, "This is between me and him thing."

Mycroft thanked him, and then said, "You would do anything for him, including dying for him, except for one thing, and that is to love him."

"Damn! Who said I don't love him!" I wanted to cover my mouth immediately after I finished speaking.

Mycroft smiled slightly. "Merry Christmas this time, brother."

Sherlock rewarded his brother contentedly, "Shall we go to the backyard for a smoke? Mycroft?"

Then the two of them acted as if they had never quarreled before. They secretly carried Mrs. Holmes behind their shoulders and walked to the backyard secretly. I watched them standing side by side and chatting through the glass window with my coffee. In the scene where they sang and echoed so painstakingly just to get out my words?They are the most boring people in the world.

I remembered the impulsive blurt just now, and my cheeks burned. I hurried into the living room to warm up the fire. I was sitting on the sofa, and the Holmes were on the other couch, discussing the recipe for dinner. Speak up, I'm distracted.

I think about my first marriage when I thought Sherlock died and my life went out and then he came back and confessed like a fool at 221B when my first wife died of illness and I There wasn't any intense emotional reaction at the funeral, and it wasn't until a few months later, when I was standing in the street, that I got red eyes.

At that time, I sent a text message to my best friend, I wrote: I feel so bad, I want to cry.

In less than 10 minutes, he ran over in a taxi. He was panting in front of me, his mouth was tightly pursed, and he didn’t know where to put his hands. I didn’t want to cry when I saw him. Let’s go to the sea to eat After a meal, he took me to see a dead body with no internal organs. Thinking about it, it was a "romantic" day. Thanks to him, my brain and stomach were filled with nausea, and I couldn't recall the sadness. The morgue has been busy for a long time, and I didn’t have time to walk in the park until night. Under the dark shade of the trees, I stopped, and he stopped, and I gently grabbed the corner of his clothes , then he naturally raised his hand and put it on my shoulder, then I turned around, he hugged me without saying a word, and pressed the back of my head, we hugged each other for a long time in that park , His heartbeat made me feel at ease, I felt his unknown tenderness, I finally didn't cry in front of him, but the next day I was indeed much better, and I could laugh again like before.

After my first bereavement, after living with him for 4 years, I met my beautiful San Francisco woman, she looked exactly like me, and I started dating her frequently. I knew she had cancer on a date, but I decided to marry her anyway. After choosing the ring, Sherlock and I hid behind the living room door. I lowered my voice and surreptitiously showed him my box. Ring, I opened the ring box to him, held it under the tip of his nose, and asked him how he chose this ring.

He smiled and said, "Women will be moved when they see this ring, not because it is expensive, it is your half-year salary, but because the person holding this ring box is unparalleled."

I was touched by his encouragement, and I became more confident. I walked out of the living room, stood on the stairs, and hid the ring in my chest. My San Francisco beauty was wearing a beautiful dress, standing at the door waiting for me to go to the dinner party. , if it goes well, I believe the wedding will be held soon. When she took my arm and walked out of the apartment door, I looked up on the street and saw Sherlock standing by the window watching me. He immediately pulled the curtains, I noticed that his smile had disappeared.

When he was my best man for the second time, he was still full of energy. He stayed up all night, his hair was so nervous that his hair was in a knot, just to plan a best man greeting that could not be repeated or cause embarrassment, and he strummed the violin harshly , tormenting his poor landlady, and at the same time tormenting the poor Sheriff of Scotland Yard, fortunately the Sheriff was used to his caprice, and like his brother, spoiled him like a little baby, so he didn't do it on the spot. Draw a gun and shoot him through the head.

At that time, I was busy looking for a house. I lived with him until I got married, but after I got married, I couldn’t. In the middle of the night before the wedding, I yawned and wanted to drink a glass of water. I found He stood in front of the fireplace, stroking the skull lonely, and I heard him say softly, "John is moving away again, let's be old friends again? My skull, don't blame me for neglecting you, you can't compare He is lively, and you will not lose him, unlike me, I lose time and time again."

I didn't go into the living room that night, I leaned behind the door to hide from him, and then ran back to bed and covered my head with the quilt and stayed up all night.

An hour before the wedding, when I was in the dressing room, adjusting the bow tie of his best man's dress, I hoped that someone would jump out and yell pause, I hope that person was Sherlock, even if he could only whisper in my ear While saying, John, pause.