[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

The room was silent, the three of them were doing their own things, Sherlock squatted on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, Dana stepped on the coffee table in front of him with two legs, covered his eyes with one hand, closed his eyes and meditated.Mycroft's posture was the most correct, he was just sitting on a chair not far away.

Fifteen minutes passed and none of the three spoke.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, not in a hurry, and then a crisp doorbell interrupted everyone's thoughts.

Sherlock and Dana looked at each other and exchanged glances, while Mycroft next to him still had that gentlemanly look on his face, and no one acted rashly, just talking with their eyes.

"To open the door?"

"You go!"

"Idiots go!"

Joke, do you think he is a fool?Thinking about it with my brain, I know that the person standing at the door must be my aunt. If he goes out, maybe there will be a shocking cry, and then the two people will blame him.

The only thing Dana was thankful for was that Severus had been brought into the bedroom by Watson, which gave them some time to procrastinate.He thought for a while, then reached out and patted Sherlock in the corner of the sofa, who was immersed in the game.

Considering what will happen next, it is better to find the other party's most beloved youngest son to open the door.

"Sherlock, go and open the door."

"No, whoever caused the trouble will go." Sherlock completely ignored the other party's hand on his body, and lay in the corner of the sofa in his pajamas. When he heard the other party's words, he immediately refused.

Dana let go of the hand on the opponent's shoulder, and said silently: "Pickled ginger!" That's right, he was talking about the young pickled ginger in summer. After soaking for a long time, they are already edible. Bringing it is also considered where Sherlock will be used.

"Mommy came back this time because of Severus' affairs. It won't help if you drag me out as a shield, it will only make her more anxious." Hearing what he cared about, Sherlock raised his head from the phone , looked at the friend on the side, and calmly pointed out the importance of the problem.

The sofa wasn't too big, and it couldn't tolerate two big men stretching their hands and feet at the same time, but even so, Sherlock chose to change his posture, stretched his long legs, and stepped on the coffee table like Dana.

Mycroft, who was watching from the side, twitched his eyebrows fiercely.

"Tsk!" Dana clicked a little irritably. Although he didn't feel too guilty on the phone, he even showed off a little. After all, he was the one who found Wright first, didn't he?But now, he is a little hesitant.

My aunt was able to control them since she was a child, and she didn't even need a second look to see who did it and who ordered it, with a calm expression on her face, but she was actually ready to go back and deal with them.

Thinking about it this way, I hesitated even more.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang again, and it was obvious that the visitor was a little impatient.

Sitting on the sofa, Dana's body froze, and he looked up at the two friends next to him. It's a pity that the two people he met with his eyes ignored him, and the other looked at him with very calm eyes.

Obviously, they were not prepared to help.

These guys!Dana murmured in his heart a little unhappily, although he didn't expect the two to have any dedication, but this kind of matter had nothing to do with him, and the high-spirited attitude still made his teeth itch.

The room is not too big, just a few steps away from the door, not to mention Dana's long legs, she has already reached the door after leaving the sofa.

Pushing open the door, a menacing hug came over.

"Hi, Dale, nice to see you again, sweetheart."

Before Dana could react, his whole body was bent down by a force, and he was out of breath. He was about to stretch out his hand reflexively, when he heard that sweet voice, his hand paused, and stopped in mid-air .

"..."

Noticing that the man in her arms didn't make a sound, Mrs. Holmes, who was a little slow, finally came to her senses, and sent her hands to hug the man's head, releasing the latter.

"Auntie!" Dana flicked his messed up hair, frowned, didn't say anything, and turned to cast his eyes on the incoming person.

It was a lady who looked a little older, her originally gorgeous eyebrows became a little more elegant with the years, the high skirt tail, and the lamb leg sleeves decorated with ribbons exposed her white wrists, and the ribbons of the same color were also tied. at the chin.

There is no doubt that the handsome features of the two Holmes brothers are inherited from this man.

She stood at the door, looking at Dana with gentle eyes, beside her luggage was carried by a butler in a tuxedo.

"Master Lawrence." The old butler with graying hair said with a smile when he saw the familiar young master.

Dana Lawrence replied meekly: "Mr. Able." The butler in front of him helped him a lot when he was a child. Even if he has grown up now, and even is the father of a boy, he will not stop him His respect.

"Sweetheart, it looks like your hair has grown again?" Mrs. Holmes asked with a smile on her face, seeing Dana fiddled with her hair, with a few strands of hair behind her from time to time, she asked in surprise.

"Hmm!" The man responded, and led the other person into the room. He who is usually more domineering is now much more at ease beside the other party. No one mentions his irritability when he has hair, and he just relaxes a little.

The two people in the room also heard the sound of getting closer at this time, stood up early, and waited for a group of people to walk slowly from the door.

"Mummy, Mr. Abel." Mycroft called out first, and the fake smile on his usual face seemed to be much more sincere.

"Mummy, Grandpa the housekeeper." Sherlock also called out a little reluctantly, and a trace of awkwardness flashed in his light-colored eyes. God knows why he still calls such a childish name when he has grown up.

"Mike, Charles." Mrs. Holmes immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes when she heard the voices of her sons, she was as kind as a real old woman. With an expression on his face, he dragged the latter to the sofa where Sherlock was.

Afterwards, the old butler behind them also smiled: "Master Mike, Master Charles."

"My name is not Shire." The tall man frowned, a little dissatisfied with his address, and a little dissatisfied with his mouth, which made him look a bit like a child who lost his temper.

"Whenever you don't let Mike finish the work for you, you won't have to be called that, dear, you still look like a child now." Mrs. Holmes replied very gently when she heard her youngest son's complaint.Although she is not in London, she always pays attention to the children's information, including that the London case is resolved much faster, and that the government always has some minor problems.

Hearing this, Sherlock snorted softly, turned his head and stopped talking.

"Mummy, how long do you plan to stay in London this time?" Fortunately, Mycroft helped him out.After the last generation of Mr. Holmes passed away, Mrs. Holmes rarely returned to the city where her husband died. Even when she came back, it was because of various things about the children. She stayed on the farm in Liverpool at other times.

"This time, I may not stay for a long time, because there are other things in the farm. Of course, before that, Dale, dear, you should bring the little sweetheart on the phone." In London, Mrs. Holmes is still not idle. She opened a farm in Liverpool, where a lot of things are planted. Now it is a bumper harvest. Being able to come here from this time also shows that she attaches great importance to this matter.

Dana hesitated a little. He regretted bringing his aunt here to fight against Mycroft, which was nothing like him.

"Well, sweetheart, I'm actually not as fragile as you think."

Mrs. Holmes also saw some clues from the conversation, the hand holding Dana was much weaker, and said in a very gentle tone, the gray-haired old housekeeper behind her also looked at Dana who looked a little bit out of place with concern. .

"I just hope you can be a little psychologically prepared." Pursing his lips, Dana finally made a difficult decision.The originally small room became even smaller in his eyes at this moment, like a boulder weighing on his heart.

"Okay, of course I'm a bit prepared, sweetheart." Mrs. Holmes spoke comfortingly as she gently stroked the other's long black hair.As an elder, although she didn't understand the other party's entanglement, the habit she had maintained for a long time made her instinctively choose to respect.

But in fact, she did the right thing, Dana was a little stiff, and her body relaxed a lot under her comfort.

"Watson." He sighed softly and called to the only second bedroom in the house.Watson, who stayed inside and hugged him, became tense for a moment, walking back and forth holding Severus a little uneasy.

He had noticed it when Dana went to open the door, and felt very surprised. In his cognition, the three of them would call him over because Sherlock would definitely not move.Mycroft was completely out of his consideration.

Watson, who was very calm and didn't eavesdrop on the conversation in the living room, was comforting Severus on the bed. The latter was a little uneasy because he left his father. Of course, all this stopped after Dana called Watson.