Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

"Uh……"

An Chunzhi was embarrassed and dazed at this moment, his lips parted in a rare way, not knowing how to answer Watson who came back from grocery shopping.

—God bless, Sherlock, I'm afraid I can't save you.

"Sir?" Watson asked again strangely. He was blocked at the door, subconsciously looking into the apartment through the head of the black-haired young man.

He saw nothing.

An Chunzhi weighed his words, not knowing how to explain better, but he tried hard to do it: "Uh, we are not new tenants...we are just here to find a friend."

Standing beside him, Snape also looked at Ann with some doubts in his dark eyes, but said nothing intimately.

"Friends?" Watson seemed to have come to some conclusion, and the lines on his face stretched out, revealing a frank smile, "Ah, so you are Mrs. Hudson's friends?"

"In fact..."

An Chunzhi was still stammering, he felt that he would die sooner or later, so he gritted his teeth and said, "We are Sherlock's friends!"

"..."

Watson suddenly fell silent, not as furious as An Chunzhi thought.

His eyes darkened, and he forced a smile, trying to show a relaxed expression, but failed.Then he made an inviting gesture: "Sherlock's? Then please go in."

"I didn't think he had any friends before, but in the past two years I found that he has quite a few friends... Oh, I don't mean to offend. It's just that the more I know him, the more I feel ignorant." Watson's voice was calm and Sad, full of nostalgia.

An Chunzhi immediately realized that Watson had misunderstood.It was he who didn't speak clearly.

And Watson had already walked into the apartment from him carrying the bag of things, and it was too late to stop him!

An Chun stretched out her hand subconsciously, not knowing if she should open her mouth to stop Watson first, or teleport back to the second floor to protect Sherlock.Maybe he'd have to tell Watson the truth right away, or Sherlock would get a beating.But how to say it would be more tactful?

"Oh... John!" Mrs. Hudson ran out of the kitchen in surprise, she was a little incoherent with excitement, "Your phone can't get through! It's so important! Oh... I can't believe it. Sherlock he ——!”

"What?" Watson handed the bag to Mrs. Hudson familiarly, listening in a daze.He subconsciously looked back at the guest.

The two men who came in behind him also had complicated expressions, making it difficult for Watson to distinguish.Mrs. Hudson, who was so excited that she could hardly speak, turned her head to look in the direction of the stairs on the second floor, and pushed Watson's back to let him go up.

"What's going on?" A deep voice that Watson couldn't have misheard sounded from upstairs.

The blood in Watson's whole body cooled down in an instant—maybe it boiled up, or maybe it was solidified into stones.Fuck it, who knows, Watson doesn't care about that now.

He knew who that voice belonged to, just as he had heard that person calling his name tenderly and affectionately in his dreams thousands of times.

The pale-faced Watson raised his head extremely slowly, and in the next second he met the eyes of the man standing at the stairs on the second floor.

"..."

The man he had been thinking about day and night was really...alive.

"Actually... this gentleman, he is not Sherlock..." An Chunzhi tried to explain.

But he was disturbed to see that the brown-haired man's eyes suddenly widened were covered with a layer of mist, and he stood there motionless.He seemed to be holding back something.

Watson didn't pay attention to what the guest next to him was saying. He tried his best to restrain himself, and only the haggard and old figure upstairs was left in front of him.Anger and heartache have been intertwined in his chest, one pulling him to rush over to beat that long face, and the other pushing him to hug that bastard man tightly.

"What have you been doing—so old?"

After a long time, Watson tried his best to restrain the two emotions that wanted to tear him apart, and asked in a very weird voice, "Two years—two years. I thought you were dead! Not a single call! A text message! "

His cheeks twitched abnormally again, his cheekbones protruded very forcefully, his face was livid and gray, An Chunzhi looked at him tremblingly, he was now sure that Watson's expression was angry.

"This gentleman, he is really not Sherlock... His name is Stephen Strange." An Chunzhi explained weakly.He did not think Watson could hear him now.In Watson's eyes, Strange should be the only one left.

Standing at the stairs on the second floor, Strange, who was only attracted by the noise, also frowned, and denied it: "What are you talking about? I'm not Sherlock."

The brown-haired man downstairs stared at him with a dangerous look in his eyes, and Strange didn't want to take the blame for Sherlock right now.

Without waiting to see the reaction of the people downstairs, he immediately turned his head and said gloatingly, "Sherlock, someone is looking for you."

"What?" An identical male voice came from the room belonging to Sherlock, followed by footsteps.The curly-haired young Sherlock Holmes came out from inside, looking down at Watson with a guilty conscience, with an unnatural expression.

"..."

Watson was completely stunned.

What appeared in front of him was a young, radiant Sherlock Holmes who was exactly the same as two years ago.

"It's over." An Chunzhi said softly.He felt the anger rising in Watson's body at this moment.

Snape next to him also guessed the incident simply by connecting the cause and effect. He also said in a low and clear voice: "Obviously he asked for it."

The air in the house became very frozen.

"Hi, John." Sherlock still froze unnaturally on the second floor, trying to say hello easily, "You look like you haven't slept well in days - you have dark circles, don't you think it looks a little funny ?"

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson stood at the kitchen door, exclaimed in shock and accusation.

"Severus, I think Sherlock is an asshole." An Chunzhi gasped and said in a low voice.

He wasn't going to stop it any more.It is one thing to see it in a movie before, but another thing to experience it with your own eyes.Sherlock's lame opening remarks made An Chunzhi feel like killing him.So if John Watson beat Sherlock to death today, he would believe it.

Watson's face was no longer simply twitching. He gritted his teeth hard, his upper and lower teeth chattering, and his face almost became ferocious.Then he couldn't restrain himself anymore, strode up the stairs, and rushed straight at Sherlock angrily and fiercely.

The two fell to the ground in response, hands and feet entangled.Sherlock slammed his back hard on the floor, and then he was punched at the corner of his mouth, and he groaned.

—— Strange next to him wisely turned around and walked away, with no intention of saving him.An Chunzhi and Snape on the first floor also seemed to be frozen in place, only Mrs. Hudson called Watson's name in a fuss, trotted up the stairs and tried to separate the two helplessly.

In a moment of confusion, Steve, who was disturbed in the room, finally came out and saved Sherlock from the enraged Watson.

"..."

A few minutes later, Sherlock finally returned from the floor to the sofa in the living room. Across from him sat Watson, who was still angry. His lips and one eye were bruised and swollen, and his mouth was broken somewhere. , blood flowed all over his face.Others stood around the living room as if they were watching a show.

"Wipe it." Although An Chunzhi didn't want to care about it, he still felt a little distressed, and handed over a pack of tissues.

"Thank you." Sherlock grinned. He still had that unnatural expression, trying to keep himself in a relaxed and cheerful tone, as if this would erase the fact that he had faked his death for two years without saying hello. Same.

"So you are not dead."

Watson's voice returned to his strange calmness again. He stared across the living room at the man whose face should have been smashed, and asked gloomily, "Why didn't you tell me? I thought you were dead! I always thought you were dead !"

"It was suggested by Mycroft." Sherlock said quickly, "If I wanted to escape successfully and continue to deal with Moriarty's forces, it would be best not to tell anyone other than Jasmine—she Help prepare my 'corpse'."

Watson's right fist resting on the armrest trembled suspiciously violently.

An Chunzhi looked worriedly at the fruit knife placed not far from Watson. He felt that Watson wanted to stab Sherlock to death now.

"...Jasmine knows about this too?" Sure enough, Watson's voice sounded even more shaky with terrible anger, "Who else knows?"

The brown-haired man looked downright dangerous right now.

"Uh——" Sherlock raised his eyebrows awkwardly, shifted his eyes away guiltily, and spoke quickly and slowly, "Hope, some tramps—"

He noticed these people in the house with his eyes, and his words suddenly stopped.

Watson was shocked to understand immediately.He nodded, and counted with a very calm expression, almost laughing angrily: "So the people who know are your brother, Jasmine, Hope, four friends here, and a hundred homeless people?"

Sherlock smiled happier than him, and immediately tried to correct him heartlessly: "No, no, up to 25."

Watson's face contorted again.

He bounced over like a leopard, furiously strangled Sherlock's neck, and the scene became chaotic again.

An Chunzhi could hardly bear to watch this scene anymore, he went to the window with a headache and opened the glass, looking out.The familiar breath approached immediately.The blond man stood beside him by the window silently.

The color of the sky in the morning is very light, and there are not many pedestrians and vehicles on the road.But in the open window of the opposite house, someone is already cooking, and the tempting smell of food floats over.Everything looks peaceful.

An Chunzhi sniffed calmly, and activated Dijia's vision.

Hmm... The cook on the opposite side is a little girl in a red dress. Is there fresh fish porridge in the pot?She dumped the fried eggs and bacon on a plate, with peas and corn on the side.The red, golden yellow and tender green are perfectly matched together, which makes people even more appetizing - An Chunzhi suddenly felt a little hungry again because he was in a hurry to watch the excitement in the morning and didn't eat well.

He silently withdrew his gaze.

"Young guys have to learn some things, huh?" Steve said with a smile.He didn't look like he was going to help this time.

"You understand it very well." An Chunzhi heard Sherlock's cry of pain behind him, as well as Mrs. Hudson's persuasion, Watson's roar and Strange's schadenfreude laughing.He pretended he didn't hear anything, tilted his head slightly and looked at Steve with a smile.

"I'm just... more fortunate." Steve just stared at An Chunzhi, and the smile on his face became wider and wider. After a long time, he answered so sincerely.

"I'm also very glad that those three years were only two days for you." An Chunzhi walked over and kissed Steve's soft lips again.

He turned slightly sideways, blocking his current movements with his back.But there was nothing to hide—they were standing by the out-of-the-way window while the rest of the room's attention was on the two men scuffling.

"God!" Mrs. Hudson cried out again as if she had seen a ghost, but this time her voice was full of excitement and joy.

An Chunzhi made a choice for half a second, but chose not to ignore Sherlock, and continued to deepen the kiss.

Steve put his hands on the back of Ann's head, and wrapped his arms around the young man's shoulders.From his position, he could directly see what happened in the center of the living room - Sherlock who fell to the ground just now had been pulled up.His hair was disheveled, his eyes were now blue, and the corners of his lips were still bleeding. Watson pressed him on the sofa and beat him hard.

The brown-haired man stretched out his arms and beat every inch of skin he could touch, while viciously trying to inflict more wounds on Sherlock's face when his hands couldn't get away from his body—Sherlock also tried his best stop him.And their process looks like they are fighting with lips and tongues.

The most intense kind.

No wonder Mrs. Hudson was almost petrified, her face flushed.Strange's face turned dark, and he might not be used to looking at his face and making negative distance contact with others.

"..." Steve thought while kissing Ann in his arms cherishingly, while watching other people's reactions without any influence.

The man in the black robe sitting on the other side was also looking at this side with a blank and shocked expression.

Because of the angle, Steve couldn't tell whether Snape was looking at Sherlock and Watson or him and Ann.The blond man suddenly felt guilty, he ended the kiss, and silently pressed the young man's black hair into his arms.

"What's wrong?" An Chunzhi asked a little strangely.But he didn't object, but obediently put his arms around Steve's waist, and subconsciously rubbed against his warm and generous chest.

"It's nothing..." Steve said in disguise.His eyes swept out of the window again, diverting An Chunzhi's attention and said,

"Look, I don't know whose parrot flew out."