[Comprehensive] Aunt sweeping the floor

A late April Fool's episode.

The alarm clock on the bedside table only vibrated once, and the person sleeping on the bed opened his eyes, and he turned off the alarm clock smoothly.

Mycroft changed his pajamas silently - he picked out a clean white shirt from a drawer, and then found his three-piece suit in another drawer.

Dragging on the woolen slippers, Big Holmes washed sleepily.After a handful of cold water, the wise light returned to the eyes of the person shown in the mirror...but the blue-black eyes are faintly visible.

After washing up and changing his slippers into shiny black leather shoes, Holmes mentally made a list of the tasks he needed to do today.

There are not many things to do, and a meeting in the afternoon is mainly about watching a play.It is conceivable that the two parties on the stage are arguing endlessly, but in essence... they have nothing to do with him.

In order to increase the support rate of the party, to do a cookie-cutter battle, or to describe it as a game that someone likes very much recently, tower pushing activities are in full swing.

Holmes let out a long sigh as he looked into the full-length mirror.In middle age, he has accepted a trouble that is even more troublesome than Sherlock's. The world is impermanent, which makes people feel emotional!When did the game noun enter Holmes' memory palace?Time always changes a lot of things.

A faint sigh came from behind Mycroft. The kingsize bed undulated a few times, the woman turned over wantonly on the bed, and struggled to get up with the quilt in her arms.

"Well, it's a brand new day. If I don't wake up myself, I assume you won't call me either?"

"You are responsible for yourself." Mycroft didn't look back.He smirked in the mirror. Normally, when his subordinates saw his expression, they would wonder if their time was running out.

But the woman on the bed didn't pay any attention to the terrifying smile he carefully created.This kind of simple expression attack has no effect seven years ago.

But women don't want to get up just yet.She lay on the bed with her limbs stretched out again, as if she was about to spread herself into a big pancake, which made people feel very sleepy.

"Yawn~ It's inhumane to have to go to work in such a winter morning! The assessment of the Knights of the Round Table is too insane! Knowing that becoming the Minister of Justice is what everyone expects, you still want to use this kind of wicked mother-in-law to greet her daughter-in-law in the morning. I!"

After the woman finished speaking, she rolled around on the bed again, wrapped in the fluffy and soft duvet, she just needed to be fried in a pan, and it would be a fragrant and delicious spring roll in a Chinese restaurant.

The woman's nightdress was wrinkled against her stomach after so much movement, and the thin white legs made Mycroft frown.

"It's your job. I thought you'd enjoy it too, didn't you?"

Facing the mirror, he chose a tie with a sword-shaped pattern—the dark blue satin looked like a hidden murderous intent, and paired with his newly acquired pocket watch, it was extremely villainous.

"To each other." The woman finally broke free from the quilt.The nightdress covered her thighs again.She didn't wear shoes either, so she ran to Mycroft's side like this, and gave him a good morning kiss without washing up.

"Oh! Honey, you need to shave! I thought you hadn't forgotten about it!"

"On the contrary. I decided this morning to shave after your good morning kiss." Mycroft smiled smugly.

The woman pursed her lips helplessly, looking at Holmes who was smiling as childishly as Sherlock, she shrugged her shoulders in disgust.

"You have a meeting this afternoon. Remember to feed me the bread when you come back... both breads must be fed! No black bread 'Sherlock', no white bread 'Watson'. If I ask Knowing that you only feed 'Watson'...no...white bread, you sleep on black bread for a week!"

The woman spoke quickly to Mycroft, and as fast as she spoke, was the speed at which she dressed.

The woman dressed, went back to the bed, took out a magic wand from under the pillow, and hid it in the wide long sleeve.This season's windbreaker is a bit chic, and it is not easy to be found hiding a magic wand.

"Your problem of putting your wand on the bedside can be corrected, this house is very safe!" Mycroft aimed at the time when Catherine brushed her teeth and couldn't refute it, and said something at every turn.

Catherine, who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, heard what he said, spit out the toothpaste foam, and retorted: "The Browning under your pillow shouldn't need me to remind you. I remember the first time, it was a revolver Yes, can I say that your sense of nostalgia is relatively advanced?"

The two of them have been together for seven years.When people are smart to a certain level, they spontaneously understand the art of getting along together.How to live together better is a subject that you can learn without a teacher.

Catherine is to Mycroft, just like a three-piece suit on his body, it has become a necessity in life.

To Catherine, Mycroft was like a migratory bird flying over the ocean. After a long flight, he finally came across an isolated island where he could rest and not be submerged.

While Mycroft was making final adjustments to the dress, Catherine walked to the window and pulled the curtains aside.The warm sunshine in the snow season flows in the room, filling the whole room and dispelling the last trace of drowsiness.

"Bon voyage." Mycroft lowered his head, exchanged another light kiss with Catherine, and walked out of the house with his computer bag.

Catherine smiled behind his back, a little weirdly.She replied, "Happy April Fool's Day!"

As soon as Mycroft left, Catherine picked up her Nokia mobile phone.She dialed a number and gave Mycroft's directions into the phone.

Soon, the phone hangs up.

The receiver on the other end of the phone turned on the speaker, and the sound from the phone was loud enough to be heard throughout the room.

The medic sat on the sofa, drinking milk and reading a newspaper, a flannel blanket draped over his lap.This is the most satisfying Christmas gift he has received for Christmas.

That day Sherlock handed him the wrapped Christmas gift box with an awkward expression, pretending to be indifferent, took the book from the bookshelf, and flipped through it casually.

Watson opened it, and immediately fell in love with the dark gray blanket.

It's just right on my legs in winter.From the corner of the eye of the military doctor, he saw Sherlock who was peeking at him.This is estimated to be one of the few gifts he gave.The eyes of the world-renowned great detective all showed a look of anxiety.

Watson laughed then.He said to Sherlock seriously, word by word: "Thank you. I like your gift very much."

The timeline is dialed back to the present.

The military doctor looked at his partner and roommate who was eager to fight, and said with some anxiety: "This is not good. Mr. Holmes may have some important work?"

While Sherlock was excited, he still heard Watson's words... Of course, he could always hear the military doctor's words.

But at this time, he was still circling around the room non-stop, not at all willing to give up the great opportunity to get Mycroft.

"Catherine has already given me such detailed information. If nothing is done like this. I am so sorry for April Fool's Day!"

If I remember correctly, you haven't said that in the past few years!

——That's because I didn't meet such a good opportunity.God-given opportunity, how can I give up.All the brain cells should be devoted to thinking about how to fix Mycroft right now.Otherwise, it would be a waste of money!

The military doctor sighed heavily.Now that he had already guessed how Sherlock would answer him, he stopped trying to persuade Sherlock.

"What are you going to do with Big Holmes? This is really a rare thing." Mrs. Hudson, who had just returned home, also heard the conversation between the two. The landlady always enjoyed this kind of group activities.

"I asked Catherine to order a lot of white dream candies. Catherine has turned them into sugar cubes and put them in McCulloft's coffee cup." Next...

No matter how you look at it, Holmes's smile seems to contain this little devil with canine teeth and black arrow tail.

Sherlock hated April Fool's Day the most in previous years, because the murders that happened on this day were always extraordinarily childish - full of black humor after the joke went too far, and those things that could be seen through at a glance were always sent by the Scotland Yard police. come before him.

boring!

But this time is different.Sherlock clenched his iPhone—Catherine was a woman who could fool Mycroft, and if she wanted him to eat candy, she would let him eat it.

This time, I can give Mycroft a good April Fool's Day, and record some of his embarrassing appearances by the way.

Watson sighed, and watched Sherlock walk out of the room solemnly wearing a windbreaker.

···I always feel that it will not go well.

At the same time, Catherine sat comfortably on the plane to Paris.

She was traveling for a week to complete a fellowship between the British Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic.This will be a huge project, once a year, this time it is still important.

Catherine leaned on the sofa in the luxury cabin of the plane and let out a long sigh of relief.Every time I fall in love with Mycroft, it will make people have the impulse of magic violence.

The fragments of information fed back after the touch of the left hand are like a torrent, submerging people in it.Catherine is immersed in the vortex of desire and information, pulled by two senses at the same time, and falls asleep in the long night.

But it's a lot better than when we first got together.The first time, it was a disaster... for her and for Mycroft.

More importantly... Catherine really opened her eyes, asked the stewardess for a cup of coffee, and slowly calmed down.

More importantly, with the deluge of information read from Mycroft, the subsequent contact work was much easier.

Catherine took a sip of her coffee and gave a smug smile—she rarely kept any secrets from Mycroft, and it was the same from Mycroft to her.

That's only fair, isn't it?

There doesn't seem to be much candy in the house.The pranksters are all used up.After returning from a business trip, I will go to Hogsmeade to make up for it again.Double the fat man's favorite quill and icing sugar.

It’s better to sell more pranksters, the last time I bought it was three years ago!

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As for the Sherlock who wanted to get his brother wholeheartedly.

He was released from police custody three hours later.Cynthia, who had already been promoted, heard that Sherlock had played a terrible role this time, so she specially applied to Mycroft to pick him up.

So Sherlock was even more heartbroken to see the smiling and happy spokesperson for Mycroft standing next to Watson: Ms. Cynthia.

——Sherlock's April Fool's Day?

The drowsy Catherine sneezed on the plane, thinking that someone must have gritted her teeth and realized that she had been fooled.

But this April Fool's Day is quite comfortable, isn't it?

— Sherlock Holmes' April Fool's Day alone, yes.

Sherlock messed up Katherine and Mycroft's last dating anniversary and last living together anniversary.

What did that sentence say?

——When a woman remembers hatred, every day is April Fool's Day.