Chess and Goldfish

Christmas Eve.

Many guests came to 221b Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson's eyes were full of wrinkles when she smiled. She was full of joy. Although she kept telling Sherlock that she didn't like being a housekeeper, in fact, she wanted to see Sherlock more than anyone else. Make friends, enjoy love, love life like a normal kid.

She regards him as her own child, a mischievous little son.

With Gent's help, Mrs. Hudson was relieved a lot. The more she saw the child, the more she liked it, so she couldn't help asking about his relationship with Sherlock.

"You are still young, listen to me, don't quarrel and break up at every turn. I am an experienced person. You young people want to change when something goes wrong. You don't know how to cherish it." Mrs. Hudson rubbed the corner of her eyes, "I have pity on myself, the lonely one, I just want to look at Sherlock, look at you, you have a good home..."

Gent twitched the corners of his mouth and did not refute Mrs. Hudson's words. John already had Mary, so naturally he would not be nagged by the landlady. , but the problem is that he and Sherlock have never acknowledged each other.

"I heard Inspector Lestrade is coming too?" Gent changed the subject.

Mrs. Hudson nodded happily, "Yes, there is also Molly Cooper, do you know her? She is from the Barts Medical College, and seems to be Sherlock's assistant." She said, suddenly paused, Seemingly thinking of something, she looked at Gent with some hesitation, "She likes Sherlock, but you know, Sherlock has never been interested in these things, it might as well be his case - of course I'm not talking about you Gent, but... ..."

Watching her swallow the words back, Jin Te smiled and narrowed his eyes, "The caramel apple tart is going to be burnt, can you not go and see it?"

"Oh! My pie!" The landlady exclaimed in a panic, and hurried to the oven, and hurriedly took out the contents of the oven. The apple tart was baked golden and looked very attractive.

Jinte shook his head, and helplessly threw the mixed fruit into the juicer, listening to the rumbling sound of cutting.

Gent was a little surprised by the number of people who came here for Christmas Eve. Seeing this, Mycroft said with a smile, "If there are more people, Mom will worry about Sherlock's life."

Gent was speechless for a moment, it turned out that you were the one who called the inspector and Jasmine.

But that's okay, in Gent's view, Mycroft is indeed a good brother who is dedicated to working hard for his younger brother, and it's this guy who always plots against himself, which makes him quite unhappy. Apart from that, Gent is still happy Made this friend.

Jasmine wore a ball head, and the golden-red scarf made her even cuter. Under the candlelight, her already pretty face became even more shy. When she saw Jin Te, she wanted to smile, but she thought of something. It will be white after brushing.

There was a flash of clarity in Gent's eyes. He knew that she probably thought of the Barts Hospital where they met for the first time, and the oolong kiss between him and Sherlock.

The little curly hair did not know where to find a rose, handed it to Jasmine, and smiled at her in a low voice, with a sexy and magnetic voice, "Happy Christmas Eve, dear Miss Cooper."

This move was obviously his way of pleasing people in the past. He never failed to treat girls, and Jasmine was no exception. She took the rose in a daze, blushed, and whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Ace."

"You're welcome." Gent smiled, just to remind the little girl that he is not so tolerant towards his rivals.

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"What did you bring me?" Gent smiled happily, and took the gift box from Mycroft.

Sherlock was so distracted that he gave it to them. He raised his head from his colorful test tube with a sleepy expression, "What good things can he give you? A Christmas present? Ha, it's rare."

"You are jealous." Jin Te raised his eyebrows in a good-tempered manner, "This is the gift your brother promised to give me, and I can't be jealous."

"I'd be jealous?" Sherlock curled his lips and glanced at Mycroft through the test tube. "Mother asked you to come?"

Mycroft was noncommittal, and did not answer his question directly, "I did come from there. Both Dad and Mom said they missed you very much. If you don't come home recently, they plan to visit you."

"God." Sherlock rolled his eyes, a rare look of depression appeared on his face.

Gent looked at the two brothers with interest, and stopped unwrapping the presents, "What kind of people are Mr. and Mrs. Holmes?"

Mycroft paused and didn't answer him, but Sherlock who was on the side said, "Boring people."

"She will be sad if you say that, don't say I didn't warn you." The British government smiled happily while holding a cup of black tea, obviously agreeing with Sherlock's remarks.

The curly-haired detective muttered a few words, but did not refute his brother's words.

Gent looked at the two thoughtfully, and continued to unwrap the presents, "Let me see what it is-wow! Toffee! It's still handmade!" He was a little shocked, and suddenly raised his head to look at Mike Roft, "Tell me you don't cook."

"Of course." The British government frowned, "It's obvious."

"So your Miss Blackberry won't do either."

"uh-huh."

"You won't perfuse me with roadside candy either."

"That's true."

"So." Gent took a deep breath, "Did Lestrade do it?"

"Pfft——" The British government gulped down the tea and stared at the little curly hair in astonishment.

Gent stepped back in disgust, and leaned on Sherlock's back. The latter didn't push him away, but smiled slyly, "You have this day too."

Mycroft: "..."

With a wry smile, the British government wiped its mouth gracefully, "What's the matter with Detective Guan, this is what my mother made for you, in order to welcome my son's future... little partner."

The last few words came through his teeth, and Mycroft said them reluctantly.

Gent smiled triumphantly, "Looks like I'm still quite popular, I need to give my aunt a gift in return, by the way, Sherlock, remember to tell her that I am very happy to receive this gift, it's great!"

Sherlock didn't know whether he was guilty or impatient, he frowned and said, "What does it have to do with me, you can find her yourself if you like."

Mycroft's eyes wandered between the two, and finally he gave a soft snort and said nothing.

Mrs. Holmes liked Gent quite a bit, she said that this child could change Sherlock's fate.

That's right, the British government disdain, this boy Gent has brought so much trouble, he can't change Sherlock's fate, maybe even his own fate has to be changed.

The British government brought two gifts, one from Sherlock and one from Gent.Everyone else is pretty much the same, everyone has gifts, but Sherlock, he has nothing, "false means of maintaining relationships" is what he calls it.

Jin Te slammed his mouth, "Don't say that, you are just unprepared."

Sherlock: "..."

After a pause, Gent took out a box and stuffed it into Sherlock's hands, "Here's for you." He touched his nose, "I'm not like you, I'm still looking forward to Christmas."

Hearing this, Sherlock gave him a strange look, took the small box from Gent's hand, moved his fingers slightly, and opened the small box, revealing the contents inside.

It's a flower pot.

Sherlock touched the leaves, looked up at Gent, "Catnip."

"I know you can't support it, so I don't think he can live long in your hands." Jin Te leaned over and touched the nepeta leaves, "So it's just for you, let's put it away."

Sherlock frowned, he couldn't think of any special meaning for sending catnip, but in his opinion, Gent would not do things without purpose, and all his actions can be said to have connotations .

Thinking of this, he reached out and rubbed the leaves of the pot of grass again.

Also...not that stupid.

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"I didn't expect you to be good at cooking." Mycroft said before leaving.

Gent shrugged, "There's a lot you don't know."

"It seems that the one who is lucky is not me."

Gent glanced at the man who shrank to the sofa to observe the catnip, and a smile flashed across his eyes, "Maybe one day you will have a good fortune, but first, pay attention to your teeth, mybro."

Hearing this address, Mycroft gritted his teeth, glared at Gent, slammed the door and left, followed by Lestrade and Jasmine.

The girl watched Gent all night, and at the end, she finally couldn't help but ran over and said that she should treat Sherlock well, which made Gent dumbfounded.

John and Mary did show up, met Mycroft and the others, and then left. Mary's adoptive parents said they wanted to see John, and the little doctor ran over flattered.

"Prefer sex over friends." Gent commented pertinently, "I have also seen that he is very interested in Miss Blackberry next to your brother."

Sherlock put down the catnip, "That Mary..."

"What? Is there a problem?" Gent was stunned, thinking about the document Moran handed over, "It looks very...pure and flawless."

Although he knew that Gent was referring to the background, Sherlock still frowned awkwardly. Gent's words were always... uncomfortable.

"She's not simple." Thinking of John's hot face, Sherlock swallowed the words with a pursed mouth, "Anyway, that fat man will investigate."

"In that case." Gent stood up from the small sofa and approached Sherlock. He still maintained the appearance of lying on the sofa on his back, looking like a lazy big cat, "Where is my gift?"

Sherlock was startled, then closed his eyes, "No."

Jin Te curled his lips, "Really? I saw you went out that day..."

Sherlock got up from the sofa all of a sudden, looked at Gent with piercing eyes, "Why do you care so much about what I do!"

Jin Te raised his eyebrows fiercely, and the raised eyebrows got higher and higher. Does he know what he said?

Sure enough, the man in front of him was suddenly discouraged, muttered twice, took something out of his pocket, and threw it to Jinte.

After the little curly hair caught it, the smiling eyes couldn't see.

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock."

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——Why did you send me a curling iron? ? ? ?

—Then why did you give me catnip.