[Shenxia Tongren] My dear brothers and adults

In the evening, Watson finally felt the toss of Sherlock's way of eating as "like acting in a stage play".

Sherlock wrapped himself in a tie, shirt and vest, and was wearing a black vertical stripe dress outside. He sat on the seat and looked at Watson with grief and vague condemnation in his eyes.Watson could only ignore such eyes with uneasy conscience, straightened his suit, looked at Mycroft and Hypatia smiling as enthusiastically as a pastor seeing a fundraiser, and Lestrade who was also embarrassed After exchanging glances, they sat upright, ready to eat.

Mycroft, as host, gave a brief but warm welcome and toasted the queen before dinner began.The food was very rich, but Watson was a little bit ignorant. Looking over, the Holmes family faced the lamb chops and fish as if they were enemies of life and death. They were so solemn and solemn that they were about to become gods. Looking at the guests below and the descendants of the ancestors of Sherlock Holmes, it feels weird and wonderful.He felt that the most suitable background music for the strange and solemn atmosphere at this time must be Saint-Saëns' "Dance of the Skeletons".

Watson swallowed his food reluctantly, thinking that those occasions that required formal attire did not seem to be like this in the past. Is the Holmes family special?He looked again at the family who were dining solemnly and elegantly, and happened to see Hypatia holding a glass of brightly colored red wine with her slender fingers painted with black nail polish, sipping it carefully with her blood-red lips As he spoke, a chill ran down his back, and he couldn't help shaking.

After dinner, Watson politely and quickly withdrew, and Sherlock also found an excuse to leave.After they had all left, Hypatia and Mycroft looked at each other, and burst into a burst of enthusiastic laughter. Hypatia said: "Look, Dr. Watson is frightened by us."

Mycroft also said kindly and helplessly: "You naughty girl."

Seeing this, Lestrade thought silently, I can't see anything, the convulsive Mycroft in front of me must not be mine.

Hypatia saw Lestrade looking messy in the wind, looked at him with his hands on his cheeks and said, "Mr. Inspector, don't be so serious, or it will be boring."

"Is it your family's joke to pretend to be the coming of all spirits anytime and anywhere?"

"No, but it is said that the gothic style is very suitable for our family. When we were young, we celebrated All Souls' Day at home. Sherlock pretended to be a vampire, Mycroft wore two horns and pretended to be Satan, and then I pretended to be a red hat. Then They took me out to get candy."

Lestrade looked at Mycroft, and Mycroft nodded helplessly, and Lestrade said with a suppressed smile, "Do you have any photos?"

"Of course there is. I'll go to the study in a while and I'll show it to you."

"Hypatia, don't take out those photos that affect your personal image too much."

"How can it be? I'm sure Mr. Lestrade would like to see it too."

"I do want to," said Lestrade hastily, and looked at Mycroft somewhat defiantly.

"Gregor, there's really nothing to see here."

"It's up to me to decide."

"Okay, let me take you there."

Hypatia watched his brother leave with the guests, sat in the empty dining room for a while, drank the red wine in the glass, got up and went back to the room.

However, after Watson went out to leave the banquet, he went to the terrace to breathe. After a while, he heard Sherlock's footsteps. He turned around and saw Sherlock coming after him. He wanted to say, "Go back in a while."

But Sherlock handed him a plate of sandwiches from behind and said, "Still hungry?"

"A little bit, but not so much."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you eat more, you don't need to go on a diet like a fat man."

"It's not for this reason, do you want it?"

"No, I'm enough."

"Okay, I finally understand."

"Ok?"

"The reason why you don't like to eat."

"Hmm..." Sherlock thought for a while and said, "Actually, it's nothing, I'm used to it."

"Ahem." Watson was deeply impressed that he didn't have any stomach problems like this.

"Come here, let me see if this makes you feel better."

"Huh?" Before Watson could react, Sherlock pulled his sleeves into the room.They turned around and turned to the piano room on the second floor.Sherlock put the plate of sandwiches in Watson's arms on the coffee table, and said, "I didn't bring my Stradivarius, but there should be an Amati here."

"You want to play the violin."

"I miss it a little bit, do you want to listen?"

"Of course that's good." Watson replied, Sherlock is a very great violinist, but he always likes to lean on the sofa holding the violin and play some gloomy and weird tunes in the gloomy London weather, instead of Those beautiful tunes, it's so nice that he offered to play them.

He had already found the violin, stood in front of the window and tuned it, and asked enthusiastically, "What do you want to hear?"

"Dance of the Skeletons, no, Mendelssohn's."

"Okay." He began to pull up the low, dreamlike Fantasia, the tune can still be heard from Mendelssohn's works, but he added many variations of his own composition. He undoubtedly has a talent for improvisation.Under the illumination of the dim yellow wall lamps around him, his slender figure, thin hands, and the posture of pulling the bowstring up and down are beautiful and blurred.

Watson's sandwich fell back to the plate, and he felt that his friend was not like a mortal, but more like an indifferent and arrogant elf in the legend, who wanted to return to Avalon at any time, dissipated in the thin air around him, and he stretched out his hand to go Hold Sherlock.

At this time, Sherlock just finished playing, put down the bow and qin, turned around and called, "John."

Watson withdrew his hand and said, "It's so touching, it's unbelievable, you are a genius."

Sherlock smiled and said, "I always knew."

Watson laughed secretly, this narcissistic guy couldn't help but hit him and said, "Can't you be a little more humble?"

"To a logician, modesty and arrogance are both denials of fact, and we should all be telling the truth."

"Come on, you're a guy who will die if you don't show off."

"You've always known me." Sherlock laughed.

In the evening, Watson didn't try to push away Sherlock's action of wrapping his hands and feet around him again and again, with a happy little curly hair resting on his shoulder. Sherlock felt a lot better in this way, at least Won't disappear like an elf again.

While Sherlock was playing the violin, Hypatia was holding the big cat in her room and chatting with Anthea on her mobile phone, "You know what? I just managed to get Lestrade to look at my brother's childhood photos , there is also a picture of him wearing a skirt when he was a child, I specially included it."

"Hypatia, please don't talk about such a scary topic, can you? I'm a little worried that Lord Holmes will silence me when he comes back."

"How could it be? My brother is actually a good person. He has never done such a thing." He would only make the man speechless.

"Hypatia, I never dared to say that he is not a good man."

"Well, none of you understand my brother's tender heart."

Anthea trembled and said, "Okay, Hypatia, have you been stimulated by them today?"

"Yeah, it's really annoying to have two guys who like to show their affection in front of me."

"My sympathy, well, my husband is back, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Hypatia dropped the phone, lay on the big cat, listened to the music faintly coming from the window, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

At this time the phone rang again, she picked it up and saw it was a text message: "I miss you." Hypatia looked at the sender a little strangely, the number was hidden.

Then came another one soon: "Both physically and psychologically, I miss the scene of you leaning on me to take off your stockings."

Who speaks so obscenely? !Hypatia frowned, quickly thought of a candidate, and deleted both text messages. After a while, another one came: "Did you delete the previous one? Are you willing?"

Seeing this, Hypatia smiled, turned her mobile phone to vibrate, and then used group texting to send more than 50 "idiots" at one time, then threw her mobile phone away and went to sleep.