Chess and Goldfish

Greed is the root cause of many evils, and the greedy are poor.

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Entering November, the air in London seems to be condensed. In addition to a slight sense of humidity, there is a strong smell of leaves, salty and bitter.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, probably because today is a working day, and there are many cars parked side by side on the side of the road. There are some fruit stands and cake shops open beside the cars. The boss stands at the window, shrinking his neck and wrapping his coat tightly , with a little smile to pack the guests.

Watson put on a leather jacket and around his neck was a brown woolen scarf that Gent had given him as a belated birthday present.

Anyway, Gent has always been very casual. He can define this scarf however he likes. Watson just needs to accept it happily and thank him.

——This is a skill he finally learned after living with Sherlock for so long, and it is also applicable to Gent.

Because the reason is not interesting at all, you have to wait until he is willing to tell you and then pretend to be listening.

The family needs basic daily necessities to maintain life, and he has to go to the supermarket to buy them. Mrs. Hudson said that she is just a landlord and doesn't need to care about these things, and Sherlock, oh, Sherlock... Watson clutched his head with a headache, He himself is like a nanny to a problem child!What the hell!How painful it is to have to supervise the meals of this masochistic dieter every day!

Watson thought it his duty to take good care of Mycroft's good brother because he was paid, didn't he?

Yes, he took money.

That day, Gent knocked on the door of 221b Baker Street, leaned lazily against the door, and handed him a bank-bank-card, watching himself take it in a hurry.

The visitor smiled happily. He said, "Baby John, this is pocket money from Mike. As our 'elders', it is obvious that we need to be responsible for the life of our younger brother who does not have a fixed income."

Watson looked confused, "What?"

The little brown-black curly hair sighed, shook his head and looked at him, "That's not okay, your reaction is a little too slow, Sherlock won't take you to play~"

He also made a gesture of spreading his hands, with a helpless expression on his face.

Watson said that he was despised, and he was a little angry, "What are you talking about Gent? This is the money given by Mycroft? What are you doing?"

"I've said it all, we need to help him spend money reasonably." Gent shrugged, "His salary is so high, we ordinary people may not be able to catch up with him in three lifetimes. Since it's a good intention, why don't you accept it?"

"...I can't do that." Watson refused sullenly, "I won't take people's money for no reason."

"Then do something for him!" Gent still leaned there without moving, "Take care of Sherlock?"

"Just care?" No surveillance?

"Of course it's just caring."

Watson couldn't help being shaken by the temptation, just to take care of Sherlock... Isn't that a full-time nanny? !

After all, Gent is a university professor, and it is impossible to appear on Baker Street anytime and anywhere, so is there anyone who can get closer to Sherlock than himself?there is none left.

No wonder Mycroft was the first to find him.

Brought milk bread, some vegetables and meat from the supermarket, Gent said he would eat a large piece of chocolate, Watson scratched his hair, and walked to the place where the cereal was sold.

After paying the money and coming out of the supermarket, he carried the bag and swayed slowly. Watson seldom walked on the street. He always took a taxi with Sherlock. In the past, he had ptsd1, and his legs and feet were not flexible. Door.

But Gent likes to walk, and he often sees the man with his curly hair walking on the road from the window of 221b Baker Street.

Near the corner of Baker Street, there was a donut shop. Watson glanced at it casually, but froze in place.

--and many more……

—Is that Gent?

——Who is that wild man across from him? ? ?

—Cheating behind Sherlock's back? !Is this the rhythm of stealing a man!

Something terrible happened in his brain, and Watson couldn't help but take a second look. Sure enough, there was an ulterior transaction between the two of them!

He felt he needed to tell Sherlock about it!

……

"Professor? Professor!"

"Ok?"

"Did you hear that?!"

Gent raised his head, looked out the window thoughtfully, then smiled and said to the man in front of him who was taller than him, "What, Sebastian?"

Sebastian Moran frowned, "You've been absent-minded recently, did something happen to you?"

"No, no."

"But professor, since you came back to London this time, I don't think you'll tell us anything." The man, who was rarely relaxed because of the environment, complained, "We can't guess your actions."

Gent played with his fingers and said casually, "Relax, dear. You think I didn't tell you, it's because I didn't do anything, so you don't know."

The person opposite was silent for a while before saying, "You have changed, Professor."

"The world is always fickle." Gent grinned and gave him a very "Moriarty" smile, "No one can stay the same, right?"

Moran didn't speak again. After a long time, he nodded slowly, "You're right."

"So? What's the big deal with me?"

"Professor, you should get rid of this problem." Moran got a headache when he mentioned this, he took out a mobile phone from his pocket and put it on the table, "Did you forget to tell Kerry Angie again about your Is something wrong? His information has been sent to me!!"

Jin Te was taken aback, and burst out laughing. The 1.9-meter man complained to himself that it was a bit funny.

"Sorry Sebas, I forgot."

"...There is no sincerity at all."

Moran's heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh, "Professor, don't make so many excuses. I have been with you for so many years, don't I know what kind of person you are?"

"..." He was not very happy to hear this sentence.

"Clear Angie said that he doesn't want the money for those things. If you want to make compensation, he will wait for you to go back and treat him to dinner."

Hearing this, Jin Te's mouth twitched.

Very good, he knew that this person was not a good stubble.

Clear Angie was his friend, yes, one of the few friends.

He was an American, and Gent had known him since his first month in America.

They hit it off, to use a nasty phrase.

Gent is a magician, and so is Klee, who also owns a magic shop.

As for the prop shop, the best one Jinte has ever seen is the old magic shop in Macau. There is no way, Tianyan has monopolized this shop, and his masters are all invisible promoters of this magic point. He has to respect it if he doesn’t want to .

Therefore, when the two met, they were in a panic.

Can almost imagine the appearance of that person, Gint laughed, "Of course, thank you Sebastian, what do you want to eat?"

The man on the opposite side was blinded immediately. He silently closed the boring dessert menu in front of him, stood up, "No need, professor, I'd better go back, Charlemagne 3 will treat me well."

The little curly shrugged, made a gesture of letting go, and watched the man leave.

He won't leave, what's the matter, we have to wait for the donut set meal to come out!

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"That person is definitely his boyfriend!!"

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the doctor's loud voice. Gent raised his eyebrows and pushed the door open.

Watson turned his face and met his gaze, and immediately froze in embarrassment.

"Ummm, maybe I didn't come at the right time? But I packed pizza and pasta, creamy mushroom bacon, who wants some?" Jin Te raised the bag in his hand, pretending not to care about his words.

Watson heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly rubbed his hands and came to his side, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"I know you must have not eaten, so I bought some." Gent handed the plastic belt to Watson, walked straight to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. Inside were drinks that Watson bought at the supermarket. The production date was yesterday.

He took out a box of yogurt, and pulled out a coffee spoon - the family reckoned that this was the only one that wasn't "tainted" by those broken arms and broken eyes.

Sherlock probably hadn't eaten for a long time, and was finally persuaded by Watson. He reluctantly sat up, picked up a piece of pizza that could only fill a child's stomach, and slowly chewed.

Gent was holding a big cup of yogurt, sinking into the sofa and staring at him, the latter became dissatisfied, "Gint, a cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you."

He blinked. "Why should I help you? I'm not Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock didn't speak, just raised his head and stared straight at him, seriousness written in his gray-green eyes.

After a while, Gent twitched the corner of his mouth, "Fine, I'll go."

Watson muttered softly from behind, "I'm talking about the real Sherlock, if you don't treat him well, he will be snatched away!"

Sherlock ignored people, so Watson sighed and said, "Hey, brother! I'm helping you. You said you were married to work, but I heard Jasmine crying on the phone saying that you were with him. We're together—don't even try to deny it, she said it herself, I don't have any formulas!"

"You're just a cliché." Sherlock's voice slowly came to mind, "John, I'm not..." He swallowed the second half of the sentence, obviously, Sherlock suddenly realized that there was nothing he could do about the sentence "I'm not gay" Besides, after the game starts.

But Watson thought he had compromised, and smiled with satisfaction, "That's right! You'd better ask who that guy is Gent seriously, I can tell that person cares about him a lot!"

Hearing this, Gent walked out and handed the coffee to Sherlock, who picked it up and took a sip without blinking.

He is quite relieved that there will be ice cubes in the coffee made by Jinte, which will not be so hot.

Although the taste is a bit discounted.

"Uh...Susan is looking for me, I think I need to go to the clinic, you guys talk, I'll go first." The blonde Teddy left the room very kindly, and gave this place to the "little couple" who needed to talk.

"He's a really nice guy, isn't he?" Gent tilted his head.

"It's not a good idea for you to take advantage of his kindness." Sherlock said mockingly.

The pizza on the table didn't move much. Watson finished his portion of pasta. Seeing this, Gent took the initiative to clean up.

"I thought we had reached a consensus, but you always deny our relationship to others, so I have to explain it for a long time." Little Curly complained sadly.

Sherlock sneered, and let out a heavy breath through his nose.

Who made him the first player to enter this game, Jin Te grabbed the little braid and wouldn't let it go!

"Have you had fun playing gay?" Sherlock was outraged, his tone very aggressive.

"Okay."

"Don't tell me your sexual orientation is this, Mr. Playboy." He glanced at his collar in distaste, then moved to the cuff buttons, "Lipstick marks, long hair, ladies fragrance, ha, you want to say that you are just Went out to meet a friend?!"

"Oh! Sweetheart, can I understand that you are jealous?!" Gent opened his eyes wide and smiled cutely.

He picked up Sherlock's cup, and under the gaze of the man, he spun around and stamped on the lip lines on the cup, "I'm so happy~"

Sherlock stared too angrily to speak, realizing he had made a mistake letting him in.

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—I was wrong, sweetheart.

— Get out of my house immediately!