sherlock cat

Mrs. Hudson said that if it snowed on Christmas Day, it would bring good luck all year round.

Mr. Holmes immediately retorted ruthlessly, because their landlady had said the same thing last year on a clear and snowless Christmas.

The sun shines on Christmas Day, bringing good luck all year long.This was Mrs. Hudson's prophecy last Christmas.

But anyway, Jenny was very happy.

Mrs. Hudson originally planned to buy a small Christmas tree in the store, but Jenny went with her and found that the plant that humans use as a Christmas tree turned out to be a very common pine tree in the forest.

It's not easy.

Jenny happily said to Mrs. Hudson: "Don't buy it, I'll get one."

Mrs. Hudson didn't understand what Jenny was doing, but she soon figured it out.

Jenny turned around and went to the forest, and in less than a quarter of an hour, she carried back a lively Christmas tree as high as the roof exuding the fresh breath of nature.

Dr. Watson and the landlady were all stunned, and agreed that Jenny's heroic appearance carrying two Christmas trees almost as tall as hers came back, only Sherlock's stalwart figure covered in blood and holding a harpoon could match.

Mr. Holmes believes that the Christmas tree is completely superfluous.People go out of their way to bring it back from the store just to have such a dead plant poked around the house for a few days before being painstakingly moved out and thrown away.Such behavior serves no purpose other than wasting time.It is really incomprehensible.

In this regard, Jenny gave an irrefutable explanation.According to Sherlock, many human behaviors are a waste of time and meaningless.For example, humans put on clothes when they wake up during the day - and sometimes even spend a considerable amount of time getting dressed, but at night when they bathe and go to bed, they have to put on these restraints that spend a lot of time on their bodies all off.

"But can you not wear clothes in order not to do this time-wasting and pointless thing?" Jenny asked, and then said slightly smugly, "We animals don't have such scruples, we have hair."

In this regard, Mr. Holmes really cannot refute, because he has no hair.

Anyway, it was Jenny's first Christmas and she wanted a tree and got one.

Mrs. Hudson also taught her to hang those colorful decorative balls and lights on the Christmas tree.

This work is very simple, Jenny quickly understood, snapped her fingers lightly, and those cute little pendants lined up one by one and hung them obediently on the tree.The gorgeous colored lights are also wrapped around the Christmas tree as if they have grown their own feet.

While Mrs. Hudson was stunned, a beautiful Christmas tree was decorated in an instant.

One old and one young, the two of them stood side by side and admired the masterpiece they created for a while, feeling deeply satisfied.

But Haoduan was admiring it, and Jenny suddenly took two steps forward, and without a word, removed all the decorative balls and lanterns that had just been hung with magic spells.

Mrs. Hudson looked at her in surprise and bewilderment.

Jenny glanced around, took two steps to the front of the desk and dragged a chair over, then stepped on it by herself, and tiptoed to hang up the small pendants that had been taken off one by one.

Mrs. Hudson looked at her even more surprised and confused.

Jenny turned her head and said, "Please pass me those colored lights."

Mrs. Hudson stooped to pick up the lamp from the floor and handed it to her.

Jenny happily wrapped the lights around the Christmas tree, while explaining her confusing behavior: "If I want to stay in the human world with Sherlock for a long time, I have to work hard to make myself Live like a human." She turned her head, smiled at Mrs. Hudson, and continued, "Like, use less spells!"

Although Sherlock didn't say anything in the end, Jenny knew why McCoff came that day.She wasn't afraid of trouble, but she didn't want to cause any trouble for Sherlock.

Mrs. Hudson looked at her with relief: "You are such a good girl, Jenny."

Jenny smiled even more happily, and said cheekily: "Yes, I think so too." After finishing speaking, she asked uncomfortably, "Are you good enough to match Sherlock?"

"Of course," said Mrs. Hudson at once, "if anything, Sherlock doesn't deserve you."

Jenny shook her head very seriously.

"Sherlock is the nicest person I've ever met," she said, "and I've got to be nice, too."

Two people, one is very happy to praise, and the other is also very happy to be praised.I seem to have forgotten the unique picture of someone carrying a big pine tree appearing in the apartment a few hours ago.

After everything was done, Jenny lay down in front of the window, watching the winter snow falling silently outside the window.

so beautiful.The street lamp on the side of the road seemed to add a light golden filter to the flying snowflakes.

"Are they going to stay all night?"

Jenny asked with her forehead pressed against the windowpane, her neck turned in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock glanced at her, stepped aside and picked up the violin.

He was no different from usual today, he was still wearing a black suit and purple shirt, which was Jenny's favorite.The proud and soft black curly hair covers the white forehead, which is a good-looking appearance that Jenny can never get enough of.

Jenny herself was a little different today.Mrs. Hudson gave her a red Christmas sweater. Instead of a Christmas tree or elk, the sweater was decorated with a soft and cute kitten.

Although Jenny thought that this kitten did not have her noble, glamorous and connotative temperament at all, she still happily put it on.

Dr. Watson, who lives inside a cute little one, also wore a Christmas sweater for the occasion.

Sherlock used to think Christmas sweaters like that were silly, and so were the people who wore them.

But now, he looked at Watson, and then at Jenny, who had become brighter and brighter, and realized that there is a difference between being stupid and not being stupid.

Dr. Watson: ...Have I been despised unknowingly?

Seeing Sherlock picking up the violin, Jenny's eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly cut herself off from the glass window, ran over in a few steps, sat down obediently on his sofa, and became a good listener.

The corners of Sherlock's lips curved up imperceptibly, and beautiful music flowed out from under the strings.

Every time when Sherlock played the violin, Jenny felt that the surrounding light seemed to dim for an instant, and he was the only one standing very close to her, his body seemed to be glowing.

Jenny felt that her heart was full of happy bubbles. When the last note fell, she also jumped up from the sofa and jumped onto him with precision.

"It's beautiful, Sherlock!" Jenny's eyes met his. "It's the best song I've ever heard."

Sherlock, though holding the fiddle in one hand and the strings in the other, dragged her from her neck.

Casually said: "Obviously, you haven't heard many tunes before, and you haven't heard anyone else play the piano."

Jenny, who was dragged away miserably, didn't mind at all. She stood on the ground and nodded honestly.Of course she has never heard of other people playing the piano, not only has she never heard of it, she didn't even know about violin before.

"Why should I listen to other people playing the violin?" Jenny tilted her head to look at him, rubbed the back of his hand secretly, and said with bright eyes, "I only like to listen to your violin."

Sherlock's fingers moved, and he looked down at her for a while, his gray pupils seemed to become radiant under the colorful lights of the Christmas tree.

Jenny saw his beautiful lips move slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But at this moment, an extremely discordant voice suddenly sounded in the living room.

A short and slightly hoarse "ah~".

Like, a woman's groan/groan.

Jenny thought the voice was strange, but somehow familiar.

It wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear clearly.

Jenny was sure that this was not her illusion. The moment the sound sounded, everyone in the living room seemed to stop their movements.The wine glass in Watson's hand stopped in mid-air, and Mrs. Hudson stood in front of the dining table with a biscuit. Even Sherlock was obviously taken aback.

Jenny frowned.

"I don't like this ringtone." She stroked her chest, not knowing what caused her chest tightness when she heard the ringtone, and said blankly, "It makes me very uncomfortable."

Sherlock looked up at her.Jenny didn't quite understand, she was the one who was uncomfortable, why did his face look a little pale.Could it be that the ringtone made him uncomfortable?

The sound came from the direction of the mantelpiece.

Sherlock was the first to return to normal.

He put down the violin, but did not immediately walk towards the mantelpiece, but took a step closer to Jenny. His tall body enveloped her completely, and he looked at her with eyes as deep as a pool for a few seconds, then suddenly leaned over, A very light kiss was branded on her forehead.

Jenny was caught off guard and closed her eyes involuntarily. The skin on her forehead felt soft and slightly cool, and she even keenly felt his lips trembling slightly.

The coolness left, she opened her eyes, and was about to ask him what's wrong, but Sherlock had already turned around and walked slowly to the fireplace.

Jenny saw him take a small box, beautifully wrapped in red wrapping paper, from the mantelpiece with an expressionless face.There is also a delicate bow tie on the outside of the box.

"Is it a Christmas present?" Jenny leaned over and asked curiously.

Sherlock suddenly felt his throat dry.

He didn't speak, he held the box and looked at it for two seconds, and then opened the box with his long fingers.

Jenny poked her little head over. "A mobile phone?"

It was indeed a mobile phone, a black one that looked familiar.

Watson also came over at this time.

"Is that the mobile phone?" The doctor's voice sounded a little low.

Sherlock still didn't speak.

Confused, Jenny asked, "Which phone is that phone?"

Watson glanced at her hesitantly, but finally said nothing.

Jenny looked at Watson strangely, then at Sherlock.

Did something happen that she didn't know about?

Sherlock pressed the screen to turn on, and a password input box appeared on it.

His fingers paused strangely on the screen, then tapped the keyboard letter by letter.He tapped extremely slowly and with great force, which was completely different from his usual fingers flying when operating a mobile phone.

SHER

screen unlock.

An unread text message pops up.

"Merry Christmas, my kitty."

Jenny tilted her head and looked at the screen, reading out the message word by word.

The kitten should be her.

Signed is JM.

The living room seemed to become quieter for a moment, and the fire in the fireplace seemed to have stopped beating.

Jenny asked, "Who is JM?"

Since the appearance of this strange "Christmas gift", Sherlock has not said a word.

Only then did he answer without raising his head: "A boring lunatic."

Jenny looked at the look on his face.

"you……"

"Wait here." Sherlock said suddenly, interrupting her unspoken words.

Jenny watched him walk straight to the bedroom with his long legs, holding the mobile phone delivering "Christmas blessings" in his hand.

Jenny stood alone by the fire for a little while, while Watson and Mrs. Hudson hesitated whether they should come forward to comfort her, but did not know where these comforts came from.

Before Watson and Mrs. Hudson could finish their hesitation, Jenny puffed her face, and then walked towards Sherlock's bedroom—this time, she didn't listen to him.

But instead of pushing the door to go in, she stopped at the door instead.

After Sherlock walked into the bedroom, he didn't close the door, but left it open.Jenny was standing at the door of the room, peeping and eavesdropping openly.

Through the open door, she saw Sherlock sitting on the bed, staring at the black phone for a while.He didn't turn on the lights, only the lights from the living room and corridor shone in a small section along the door.Sitting in such darkness, he seemed to reveal a kind of sadness that baffled her.

In fact, Sherlock didn't stay silent in the dark for a long time, but for a split second, Jenny suspected that the sadness she had glimpsed from him just now was just an illusion.

Sherlock quickly threw the mobile phone on the bed, then took out his own mobile phone from his suit pocket, and dialed a number quickly and skillfully.

After a few seconds, the very familiar Jenny's voice sounded a little deeper than usual.

"Mycroft, he's back."

Then Jenny heard a name.

"Moriarty."

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The author has something to say: Christmas, how can there be no blessing from Mo Niang?

Actually, I haven't figured out what to do to Mo Niang... What do you want him to do?