The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

When he woke up in the morning and opened his eyes, seeing the person in his arms, Cecil had a gentle look in his eyes, and gently kissed the lips of the person in his arms, then propped his head with his right hand, and looked at him tenderly.

Half an hour later, Cecil got up to wash up, then headed downstairs to work out in the gym downstairs.

He was rarely in a trance when he was exercising, but today he was in a trance. His mind was full of images from last night, and his breathing soon became heavy.

Aware of his body's reaction, Cecil quickly put away those blushing images in his mind, and concentrated on exercising.

When he finished exercising and returned to his room, Ronaldo was still sleeping.Seeing his peaceful sleeping face, Cecil's heart softened, and he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Ronaldo's lips.

When he came out of the shower, Ronaldo was still sleeping, showing no signs of waking up.Cecil didn't wake him up, but closed the door softly and went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Good morning, Ceci."

Cecil walked up to Mrs. Holmes, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, "Good morning, Mummy."

From the voice of her little son, Mrs. Holmes could tell that he was in a very good mood. She looked at her little son with ambiguous eyes, "Have you had a good time last night?"

Cecil didn't deny it, and nodded cheerfully: "It's very pleasant."

Seeing the curvature of the corner of her youngest son's mouth, Mrs. Holmes was taken aback for a moment, and then a look of relief appeared in her eyes, "Speaking of which, you have finally become a man." Her tone was full of ridicule, "My Ceci is finally a man, Mommy So happy."

Hearing what Mrs. Holmes said, the corners of Cecil's mouth twitched slightly, "Mum, haven't Mycroft and Sherlock come down yet?"

"No." Mrs. Holmes squeezed her chin with a smirk. "It seems that Mycroft and Sherlock's physical strength is very poor."

"Let's have breakfast first."

"Where's Chris?"

"Let him eat after he wakes up."

"Cersi, did you get tired of Chris last night?"

"Mommy, my physical strength is very good."

"As expected of Mommy's precious son."

Cecil and Mrs. Holmes had just had breakfast, and Sherlock and Mycroft went downstairs to eat one after the other.

"Mycroft, Sherlock, you usually need to exercise more." Mrs. Holmes urged with deep meaning.

My eldest son, Mycroft, has always been very lazy. He doesn’t move as much as he can, and he hardly does physical exercise. He only started to exercise after being with Lestrade.Sherlock's mind is all on the case. Usually, he would rather lie on the sofa in a daze than exercise. After being with John, he knows how to exercise.

The youngest son, Sisi, has been in the habit of exercising since he was a child. He has never missed a day 360 days a year, so his physical strength is very good.

Mycroft: "Mommy, I usually exercise."

Sherlock immediately mocked: "Then what's the matter with the fat on your stomach?"

Mycroft shot back rudely: "What's the matter with the fat on your stomach?"

Sherlock looked down at his stomach, and it was indeed a little fatter than before.Ever since he was with John, he had been ordered by him to eat on time. During this time, he also ate supper every night. It seemed that he gained weight because of this reason.

Cecil finished his breakfast, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and looked at the two brothers with a little disdain, "The physical strength is too poor."

Mycroft: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

Mycroft quickly thought of one thing, looked at Cecil with ambiguous and teasing eyes, "Cecil, congratulations on becoming a man."

Sherlock also congratulated with ill intentions, "Congratulations on growing up."

Hearing what the two brothers said, Cecil was not only not angry, but also thanked him generously: "Thank you."

Mycroft and Sherlock didn't expect the little brother to react like this, and they couldn't help being stunned.

"Mum, I'll go upstairs first, and you eat slowly."

After Cecil left, Mrs. Holmes began to tease the two sons again, "And Ceciby, you two are really poor in physical strength. You must know that Chris is an athlete."

Mycroft: "..."

Sherlock: "..."

Cécile's physical strength is evident by keeping professional football players out of bed.

Mrs. Holmes said with a serious face: "Without good physical strength, there is no sex."

Back in the upstairs room, Cecil didn't do anything, just sat on the edge of the bed and waited quietly for Ronaldo to wake up.Normally, he would read music scores, or write music scores, or go to the piano room to play the piano. This is the first time he does nothing like this.

Just quietly watching someone sleep like this, Cecil suddenly felt very satisfied, even more satisfied than writing a good song, which was unprecedented.

This feeling is very strange to him, but it is very wonderful, and he likes it very much.Perhaps, this is the "happiness" that Mommy often talks about.

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As a result, Ronaldo still hadn't had time to have breakfast, and it was past eleven o'clock when he went downstairs, just in time for lunch.

As if she didn't know anything, Mrs. Holmes warmly and kindly entertained Ronaldo and the other two daughters-in-law for lunch.

Not seeing Mrs. Holmes' ambiguous eyes, not hearing her teasing words, Ronaldo heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and the embarrassment in his heart was greatly reduced.

In fact, I didn't know that Ronaldo was embarrassed by himself, and John and Lestrade were also very embarrassed, so everyone pretended to be stupid and didn't know anything.

"We're all going to a benefit concert tonight as a family."

Although Mycroft and Sherlock were in London, they didn't live at home. They came back only when they learned that Cecil was back.Whenever Cecil attended a concert, the Holmes family would attend.

John: "Looking forward to Cecil's Piano Concerto."

Lestrade: "It's been a long time since I heard Cecil play the piano."

Mycroft: "Cecil, when are you going to give your personal piano recital?"

Although Sherlock didn't speak, he looked at Cecil with some expectation.

"Cersi, Mommy has been looking forward to your personal piano recital for a long time."

"Mr. Cecil, I haven't heard your personal piano recital yet, when will you hold it?" Everyone else has heard it, but he has not, feeling a bit bleak.

Cecil ignored the others and looked directly at Ronaldo, "Do you want to hear it?"

Ronaldo nodded quickly: "I want to hear it, I really want to hear it."

"Next year." He has a full schedule this year and has no time to hold a personal piano recital.

"When is next year?"

Cecil calculated the time in his mind and predicted when he would be free, "January or February."

"Great."

Hearing Cecil's promise, Mrs. Holmes and the others were very happy, but at the same time they were a little surprised.You know, they asked Cecil to hold a personal piano recital for four years, but Cecil completely ignored their words.I didn't expect that Cecil agreed with Ronaldo's words now, how could they not be shocked.

When Mycroft and Sherlock saw Cecil "listening" to Ronaldo's words, their hearts were heavy.The more Ronaldo influenced Cecil, the more worried they were.

After lunch, Cecil took Ronaldo to the piano room.

This is Ronaldo's first time entering Cecil's piano room. Like a curious baby, he looks here and touches there.

"Mr. Cecil, isn't your piano room too big?" He visually inspected the piano room, which is about 100 square meters, bigger than an apartment.

"Not big." There is a big bookcase in the piano room, which is full of music books, scores, and music CDs.A black Steinway piano sits in the middle, and violins, violas, cellos, and other instruments line the walls.

The corner of Ronaldo's mouth twitched: "..."

Cecil opened the piano cover and sat down in front of the piano, "What song do you want to hear?"

"Football March." Ronaldo likes this song the most, because it is related to him. In his heart, he has long thought that this song was written for him by Cecil.

Cecil's ten fingers jumped on the black and white keys, and the passionate and rhythmic melody rang out in the piano room.

Ronaldo just felt that the music hit his heart one by one, making his blood boil.

Playing "Football March", Cecil didn't ask Ronaldo what he wanted to hear, and directly played the song "Whispering" he made before.

Ronaldo had never heard this piece of music before, and the melody was soft and pleasant, which made his beating heart slowly calm down. But when he listened to it, he felt inexplicably ambiguous, as if Mr. Cecil was gently whispering in his ear. say.

Thinking of the scene of Mr. Cecil talking in his ear last night, Ronaldo's face suddenly burned, red and hot.

After the end of "Whispering", it was "cr Sonata", and then "Saturation" just done last night.

After listening to these three pieces, Ronaldo's whole body was on fire, he was happy and shy at the same time.

"come over."

Ronaldo came over obediently and sat down in the empty seat beside Cecil.

"Mr. Cecil, what are the names of the songs just now?"

""Whispering", "CR Sonata", "Saturation""

Ronaldo's attention was attracted by the two letters cr, and he looked at Cecil with bright eyes, "Is the "Cr Sonata" written for me?"

"These three capitals are written for you."

"Really?" Ronaldo's eyes were full of surprise.

"kindness."

Ronaldo didn't expect that these songs were all written for him, and he was so happy that he hugged Cecil's face in excitement, and kissed him hard.

"Mr. Cecil, I love you to death."

When Cecil heard what he said, his eyes darkened, he stretched out his hand to pinch Ronaldo's chin, lowered his head to enclose his lips, and began to suck and lick.

Not long after, Ronaldo was dizzy from Cecil's kiss, his whole body became weak, and he leaned weakly in his arms.