Concerto, Symphony, and Solitary Obsession

I got this from the comment section under the clip video on site b. It's really good. When I looked at the time, it was written in 2010. I was still in elementary school at that time. It's a pity that there are no other new articles to read.

Extra 4: Cold The flu has been particularly bad this spring, and many of the homeless people who come to see us are suffering from it. Although Dr. Watson had received a flu shot and was careful when handling patients, he still got infected. Fortunately, this mutant virus was not very serious, but fever, joint aches, and coughing were still unavoidable, which kept him in bed for two days. Sherlock's reaction was very interesting. Although he didn't know how to take care of patients and couldn't help him, he still insisted on getting involved. When Mrs. Hudson brought tea and water to the sick doctor, he followed her like a shadow, and after Mrs. Hudson left, he sat like a ghost in the corner of the room--to avoid infection, the doctor did not allow him to go near the bed. This was his strategy. When it was time to go to bed at night, he persistently expressed his determination to climb into bed. Being sick made the doctor lose his usual patience. After repeated attempts to stop him failed, the doctor got angry. "Jesus Christ, Sherlock!" He shouted, accompanied by a violent cough, "Can't you fucking listen to me once?!" Sherlock stood there for a while, and moved the corners of his mouth. His childish grievance almost made the doctor shaken, but Sherlock just handed the water glass on the bedside to the doctor and walked out in silence. If he sleeps too much during the day, the doctor's sleep will be patchy at night. When he woke up again, he felt that his nose seemed to be clearer and the pain in his joints was not so severe. He tried to turn over, but he couldn't move his legs. After struggling twice, there was movement at the end of the bed, and the restraints on his legs relaxed. The doctor lay there blankly for two seconds, then used his arms to push himself up a little. As expected, he saw a black shadow at the end of the bed. The doctor relaxed his arms and fell back onto the pillow. After a while, a tentative voice came from the darkness. "John!" The doctor snorted. "Come on, John, I can't sleep upstairs," said the persistent detective, his tone somewhere between his usual forcefulness and the caution of not wanting to make the doctor angry. The doctor sighed. "You can straighten your legs if you want." Sherlock laughed proudly, and after a while, his two long legs were wrapped in quilts and stretched out to the side of the doctor's face. He stretched his body vigorously and let out a pleasant grunt in his throat. They lay there for a while, neither of them asleep, and then Sherlock kicked the doctor in the face with his foot through the quilt. "What are you thinking about?" "There are two nasty things in the world: the flu, and my roommate." Sherlock chuckled. "I'm sorry I can't help." "Actually, you can. You can kill yourself." "That's so unlike you, John." "I'm that Dark John and I'm glad we finally meet." "My pleasure. Would you mind meeting for a kiss?" "Fuck!" "Well, I'd say you're a lot more direct than the white one." "Sleep! Sherlock!" He was quiet. After a while, he carefully put his hand into the doctor's quilt. "What are you doing?" The doctor said unbearably. Sherlock didn't speak, he just hugged the doctor's leg persistently, and then he rubbed his face against the doctor's leg through the quilt. He seemed to be finally satisfied and stopped moving. After a while, his steady breathing sounded in the darkness. Well, I just found that I can't see it here, it's just boring~~

Ah! This is a detailed and complete version of the rational version. I believe that the rational version is what Sherlock would really write, but I believe that the things in this article must be what Sherlock must have experienced.

The first book I read, I was amazed for a long time. I cried countless times and my mood went up and down like a roller coaster. I didn't know the general situation at the time, so I just finished reading it in a daze. I was still not satisfied, and wanted to read something else, but I found out that when you carefully read Mrs. Blue Lotus's "Concerto, Symphony and Solitary Addiction", it is very likely that you will no longer be able to read some articles that may have OOC. Holmes and Watson written by Mrs. Blue Lotus really seem to have stepped out of the story, telling us that they are people of flesh and blood, using their lives to interpret what redemption, perfection, reason and sensibility, fault and reconciliation are. The first thing that impressed me the most was the part in The Little Prince, "Yes, John, I got the color of wheat." And it was the part about domestication, my God. This sentence made me burst into tears when I went back to my hometown for the holidays and saw the fields. I was still preparing for the high school entrance examination, and I was probably feeling quite depressed. But after I cried, I found that my mood was strangely relieved. I attribute this to "I returned to my wonderful hometown, enjoyed the quiet time, and I also got the color of wheat." It seems a bit funny now, but it really healed me at the time. The second sentence is "Amazing grace, sweet voice, hopeless people like me can be saved." The most shocking sentence is "Once blind, now I can see." I didn't feel anything when I first watched it, but after seeing Ah Fu's inner monologue and experience and Brother Mai's narration, I was completely speechless. There was a really long silence. Poor Ah Fu and Ah Hua! Later, this sentence appeared in my mind frequently, which shocked me tremendously. The only thing I could do was to write this sentence over and over again on the cover or the last page of the notebook, answering techniques or outline. Sometimes it is written very small, sometimes it is written very sloppily, sometimes it is written very hastily. But that doesn't matter anymore, I know this sentence has completely changed something. I also felt that I had changed. At this time, I received good news. My ability to withstand stress seemed to have increased. But soon I'll get another piece of bad news – I cry every time I watch it. But I still like it very much. This is not a masochistic tendency, but it truly touches the most beautiful light in human nature. Thank you Mrs. Blue Lotus, you and your works are as bright and dazzling as the sun, dazzling and radiant. The third point, and the point that has the most profound impact on me, is the recommended violin music and some pure music. I had almost never listened to this type of songs before. I mostly listened to some English lyrical songs, sometimes in a cool style? But I don't have the patience to finish listening to the violin music. I am relatively shallow and cannot understand the real meaning. But after watching "Concerto" again, one thing quietly changed. I started listening to pure music, listening to some classical songs and some violin music, but it is undeniable that when I listened, I actually had a picture of Afola playing the violin in my mind. He was calm and restrained, and his deep feelings were all hidden in the encrypted files and the music. I gained the ability to empathize with beauty, and I started to become interested in classical music, and I had some delicate perceptions, and then it suddenly became really good, and I still listen to it every day. If I were to separate classical music and violin from my daily life, I think I would go crazy. I wrote a lot of nonsense, my literary ability is shallow, and I failed to express what I wanted to express, but one thing is certain - thank you again to Mrs. Lan Lianhua for writing "Concerto, Symphony and Solitary Addiction". I highly recommend it and pay tribute to this masterpiece!

It truly deserves to be regarded as a pearl in Sherlock Holmes fan fiction! I'm glad I saw this article. Thanks for the great story! My feelings about Sherlock Holmes are embodied in the large text description! Resonating on the same frequency! Many years later, I met him again today, and this time it was extra clear!

Come if it's convenient, no matter if it's inconvenient~

I was very sad when I watched the first two episodes of the third season. Watson tamed Sherlock and then left him, just like the little prince and the little fox.

The rational version is closer to your character, this one is closer to your heart.

Ha… Ha… Hahahahahahahahaha Sherlock's love It's... As heavy as the sea. I'm going crazy. Seeing him in pain

Then I seriously thought about the circumstances under which the doctor would pull Sherlock's hair... Ugh