[Comprehensive British and American] The owner is not good

in the afternoon.

After Dana closed the store, he took Severus in his arms and led Hannibal around a few streets to Baker Street.

"Knock knock!"

Looking at the familiar door in front of him, he motioned for Severus to knock.

"Who is it?" A voice came from inside.

"I, Lawrence!" Dana said lazily, regardless of whether the other party recognized him or not.

Fortunately, it was Watson who opened the door.

The doctor heard the doorbell and hurried out to open the door, leaning his face close to the cat's eye, and opened the door only after confirming that it was Dana.

As soon as the door was opened, the harmless face of the brown-haired man appeared in front of everyone. He seemed surprised that there were so many people in front of the door, but his surprise quickly turned into love when he saw Severus in Dana's arms. .

"Good afternoon, Dale! Mr. Lecter!" Watson called Dana Lawrence by his nickname, while reaching out to hug the little guy in his arms.

"And you, of course, Severus!"

Nodding Severus' nose affectionately, Watson's tone was full of affection.As a man past the age of twenty-five, he devotes all his excess paternal love to the new member of the Lawrence family, and the latter fits all his fantasies about the next generation.

Fair and tender little face, big black eyes, steady and awkward coquettish, at the same time very well-behaved to understand when not to disturb adults, it's hard not to feel pain.

"Doctor!" Severus called softly.

Hearing this, Watson gave the little guy an appreciative smile, then hugged the latter, carefully moved into the room, and said, "Please come in, Sherlock is doing experiments in the room."

East London has calmed down a lot recently. The sheriffs in Scotland Yard have nothing to do. Of course, the public likes to hear about it. No one likes to see crimes.Except for one person—

Sherlock felt his brain was moldy.

Not even Mr. Ivan could save him.

"Experiment, is he playing with Ivan again?" Dana led Hannibal into the door unceremoniously, found Sherlock's favorite sofa, sat down, and heard Watson's voice voice, and raised his eyebrows in disgust.

amount……

The corner of Watson's mouth couldn't help twitching.

As soon as Mr. Ivan was mentioned, his previous painful experience would automatically appear in his mind.As soon as I opened the refrigerator, I was frightened by a skull with two black eye holes that seemed to be grinning.

However, Watson is not a person who likes to avenge his personal revenge publicly. Even though he has many complaints in his heart, he still chooses to explain for his cohabitants.

"No, Sherlock didn't stay with Mr. Ivan. He has other experimental equipment, but it seems that those can't attract his attention anymore. He is going to the hospital now." Watson said from the side of the living room. He took out the toy from the cubicle in the nanmu cabinet and handed it to Severus in his arms. Seeing that the latter took it obediently, he showed a satisfied smile, and then continued to explain.

Hospital?

Dana leaned lazily on the sofa, her eyes were closed but she was obviously not asleep. Hearing what Watson said, her eyelashes trembled slightly like a butterfly.

He remembered that Sherlock's least favorite place to be was the hospital.

In the latter's own words - "I don't trust that group of quack doctors, because they only use things on waste paper. Compared with the latter, I trust my brain more."

So far, after Sherlock became an adult, Dana never saw him take the initiative to go to the hospital.

……

Hearing Dana's question, Watson's expression hesitated for a moment, and he glanced at the man furtively, feeling a little embarrassed.

It can't be said that the reason why his cohabitant rushed to the hospital for thousands of miles was the corpse in the mortuary. He even prepared a horsewhip for some of his own interests.

For a moment, Watson fell into entangled emotions.

Ok?

Dana, who hadn't seen a response for a long time, opened his eyes slowly, and the tangled face of the brown-haired man immediately appeared in front of his eyes, as if he understood something wittily.

At this time, Hannibal who was on the same sofa seemed to have expected it a long time ago, with an inscrutable smile on his handsome and profound face.

Cursing his lips, Dana didn't know how to write the word polite: "Tell me, what trouble did he cause?" He said why Sherlock didn't make any trouble recently, so it turned out to be waiting for him.

Upstairs, Sherlock, who was doing an experiment, heard a familiar voice downstairs, put down the tools in his hand, opened the door and looked downstairs, and as expected, he found a familiar voice on the sofa.

"You don't need to know what I'm doing, Dana Lawrence!" Sherlock's voice came from upstairs a second before Watson said the truth.

The light-colored eyes were full of warning. Sherlock walked down the stairs slowly in his pajamas. As a typical Sherlock Holmes, he had a strong sense of territory. Even Dana who grew up with him was not surprised.

"Cut!" Dana Lawrence felt that he couldn't find anything, and immediately turned his head bored.

It was rare for Sherlock not to go to the sofa, but chose the chair next to the sofa, took out his blackberry from his pajamas pocket, and re-entered the game.

"Uncle Sherlock!" A tender voice disrupted his plan.

Sherlock reluctantly moved his eyes away from the phone, and turned to the place where the voice came from. Severus immediately became happy when he saw his favorite uncle's eyes.

But he was very obedient and didn't want to hug.

"Hello, Severus!" Sherlock stuffed his phone into his pocket and pursed his lips.

The temperature around him became much softer, even if Sherlock refused to admit his relationship with Mycroft, the blood relationship is the best proof, the latter loves Severus, and he loves him too, this is nature.

"Have you had lunch yet?" Severus has always been a caring little angel, he always noticed things that ordinary people would ignore, and touched others inadvertently.

He tilted his head to look at Sherlock, his two big eyes blinked and blinked, and his heart softened.

Pulling the clothes on Uncle Watson's arm that was holding him on the ground, Severus motioned for the latter to put him down.As soon as his feet touched the ground, he hurried to Sherlock.

"Uh..., no!" Sherlock felt a little helpless at the little guy who came to him.

He woke up at around 4 o'clock in the morning, and has been immersed in experiments in the room since then. The only food he ate was coffee with milk forcibly poured by Watson around 7 o'clock. It was because of the sufficient sugar that he persisted. until now.

It's already 1 o'clock now, and it's been about 10 hours since the last time he ate. His hungry body had already turned on a red light, forcing him to give up the experiment in his hand and go downstairs to find food.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Dana and the others are here.

"Eat well, or your stomach won't be able to bear it, and you will end up on strike!" Hearing the other party's speech, the three-year-old Severus taught the picky eater seriously like a little adult.

Usually, when he doesn't like to eat some vegetables at home, his father will tell him this, and he can't stop talking to Ben when he talks about it. Now it's good, and there is one more person he can talk about.

Severus expressed his satisfaction.

Sherlock's patience with his nephew is also very rare. Not only is he not angry, but if you look carefully at his expressionless face, you will find a slight smile. Obviously, he also enjoys the current mode of getting along very much.

"Watson, I want to eat fried dumplings." Sherlock lazily made a request to his cohabitant, who heard his words with a completely frightened expression on his face.

For the first time, Sherlock took the initiative to get out of his arms before the experiment was completed, and even asked for food, which surprised the doctor.

Surprises are surprises, he still satisfied the other party's request.

Because it was already past lunch time, Watson did not order takeaway from the restaurant, but opened the refrigerator and took out a plate of fried dumplings. Of course, the fried dumplings and Mr. Ivan were not in the same space.

While Watson was frying the dumplings, several people in the living room also seized the time to have a friendly talk.

"That guy hasn't come back yet?" Without Dana saying it himself, Sherlock said his guess without even thinking about it, with a very certain tone.

In fact he was right.

When the man with gray blue eyes heard his words, the air pressure in his body became even lower.

"He said he would be back for Christmas." This was added by the considerate Hannibal. He knew the relationship between the two brothers very well, so he didn't intend to hide the other side.

Hearing this, Sherlock snorted coldly in disdain: "He said the same thing last year!"

The scene in the yard reappeared again, except that the person who said this sentence changed from Severus to Sherlock, especially the expressions of the two people were very similar, even the curvature of the corners of their mouths were exactly the same.

Last year was also Christmas, when everyone had renovated the old house and was looking forward to the black-haired boy they hadn't seen in a year, an owl with various gifts broke their fantasy, and there was another letter.

As usual, the letter contained a meaningless apology, and the fact that he would not come back for Christmas. He didn't even write where he was going. It just said that he had something to stay at the senior's house temporarily.

"Three years!" Severus understood the conversation between the two, and added very seriously.

This sentence means that my brother has not been home for three years. Although he will send letters home regularly, he has not seen anyone. It is the same as if he has not, except that it can prove that he is not in danger for the time being.