Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

A room full of sunlight, the fragrance of flowers, a pile of building blocks, and a floor covered with soft carpets.

A solitary-looking little blond girl in a lace dress adorned with lace sat on a large, furry blanket, fiddling with her blocks.

After playing for a while, she looked pitifully at Elena, who was much taller than her, and then lowered her head again, silently playing with her own toy.

Elena was sitting on the chair, but she noticed the little girl's movements out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help laughing.

She put down the pen, stood up, and stretched out her hand to the little girl, "Would you like to give me a hug?"

The child looked at her, "No, Mom, I think I will disturb your work."

She stretched out her two fleshy little arms, and gestured earnestly, "Little Uncle Brutt told me that you are earning money to support our family."

"Really?" Elena said amusedly, "Then mom wants to rest for a while. Is it okay to take a rest?"

She looked at the door and motioned for the little girl to come over, "Just take a rest quietly and hug you."

The little girl hesitated and looked at the door, but there was no sign of opening it.

Then she lightly put down her doll, quickly ran to her mother's chair, and stretched out her hand.

Eileen took advantage of the situation and hugged her little daughter.

"You can sit in my arms and watch me work," she said. "Be quiet, Starr."

Starr nodded solemnly.

She nestled in her mother's arms in such a serious manner, reaching out her hand to fiddle with Elena's drooping hair from time to time, and looked at the pictures drawn by Elena with curious eyes.

"Mom, what's this?" Starr asked.

She stretched out her soft hand, wanting to touch it, "It looks so interesting——"

Elena moved her little hand to a stack of paintings she had prepared in advance.

"I'm drawing a city of the future," she replied, "Does Starr want to learn that?"

Starr, who was sitting in his mother's arms, thought for a while, then shook his head solemnly.

"No," she clenched her small fists, showing a serious look, "I want to be a pirate! Wow, pirates are cool!"

Hearing "pirate" from the child's ears, Elena glanced at her in surprise.

"Why?" She didn't refute, but asked curiously, "If you like pirates, there should be a reason?"

"Because Brother William said it was cool," Starr replied, "...I heard that pirates are very powerful, and I want to be a very powerful person."

As she spoke, she lowered her voice again, "I also want to be a rich person. At that time, Mom and Dad don't have to work, just stay with me. I will pay you wages!"

Elena let out an "oh".

"Then you are very good," she said encouragingly, but the speed of writing did not slow down, "However, being a pirate is very tiring."

Starr pursed his lips, and the two left and right braids that were tied up were raised.

"Well then," she said rather dejectedly, "I want to be a lazy pirate."

Elena stopped writing.

be lazy?Who taught her the word?

"Uncle Ben said that grandpa is very lazy," Starr looked at Elena with his gray eyes, "and then he has a great life, he can eat and play whatever he wants! I really want to be A man like a grandfather."

She clung to Elena's ear and whispered, "But I didn't tell Dad. Mom, this is a little secret between us."

Elena also nodded solemnly, and when she heard the door handle being unscrewed, she turned around with her daughter in her arms.

"Okay," her voice became lively, "It's time, dad is coming to pick you up?"

Starr blinked, and kissed Elena on the cheek.

"Oh, well," she said, passively hugging Sherlock's neck, a little frustrated, "see you tonight, Mom."

Elena got up and kissed Starr.

"See you tonight, dear," she said.

Elena was used to watching Sherlock toss their little baby upside down, lift her up to his shoulders and sit down, before walking outside.

As an architect and detective with relatively free time, Elena was responsible for accompanying the children on the holiday mornings, and Sherlock picked her up after Starr had finished her lunch.

As for the evening, it was the parent-child activity time specially set aside by the two of them.

...On weekdays, of course it is handed over to the kindergarten.

This is also helpless, Elena is usually busy with work, and Sherlock is not much worse.

The earl said before that he could help take Starr, but Elena and Sherlock discussed it and agreed that at this age, it would be better for Starr to stay with the two of them.

Having a child is actually a... accident.

Elena hadn't thought about having a baby at all, and Sherlock wasn't much less.

The work of the two is very busy, which is unimaginably busy.Even if two people become husband and wife and move into the same room, but 60.00% of the time, the other half of the bed is empty at bedtime.

However, people who come back late will basically return to this room with tired steps, hang up their clothes, wash up, then carefully lift off the corners of the quilt, and get into the warm bed.

Elena originally didn't want this child, and the cost of spending on a child would never be lower than building a parliament building alone.

But when she touched her belly, which was not yet visible at that time, she felt a little magical and unbelievable.

…a brand new, clean kid who is about to accept a bumpy life.

So with love for the little life they conceived, they decided to keep the child and explore the world holding her hand.

"...Yes, so we plan to give birth to you," Sherlock replied, holding the child tightly in his arms, "Low your head."

He hid in the narrow alley, panting slightly.

Not long after, another figure also hid in.

"I think if Elena knew you were bringing her here," replied Watson, equally panting, "you would definitely be scolded."

God!He simply didn't know why Holmes could be so mad!

Starr is less than five years old!A little over three years old!Not to mention anything else, this is not scientific at all!

"Shut up," Starr said. "Uncle Watson, if you speak louder, they'll hear you."

She also compared her little hand and made a "shh" gesture.

Watson nodded reluctantly, and reached out to touch the little friend again.

Is it not good to follow my mother to draw? Why should I get involved in this kind of thing? He really doesn't understand Holmes's parenting method.

"I don't teach at this time, so Mycroft will plan to take over Starr's education time," Sherlock looked at it, and then replied, "I don't think it's better to follow him to learn the intrigue of politicians than this It will be better."

He hugged the child in his arms, "What's more, Starr is not an ordinary, ordinary child."

The child in his arms blinked.

"Dad—" she rubbed his face, "I can understand it. Don't discuss her like this in front of a little lady, it's very ungentlemanly behavior!"

Starr showed her extraordinary talent very early on.

Her photographic memory, her quicker thinking than her peers, and her always tentative behavior...

It was the breath of a genius, and coincidentally, there was no shortage of geniuses in their family.

Whether it's Elena, or him, or Mycroft, or the Earl, they are all talented people.

The reason why Sherlock brought Starr here was, of course, because he didn't feel that these people could really threaten him.

This is a kind of self-confidence and confidence derived from strength.

Sherlock patted the back of the child in his arms and put her on the ground.

"Let's go," he held Starr's hand, "it's safe."

Starr nodded thoughtfully, "I thought it would take a while."

Sherlock glanced at her, "Stahl, why do you think it will take a while?"

He said, "Because you missed the person 15 minutes ago, the person with the mole under the nose on the left corner is the younger brother of the person who injured this time."

Starr lowered his head.

"Wrong guess," she said. "I'm a little sad."

"Don't be sorry," said Sherlock, "I made mistakes at your age, and just as much as you, and it was Mycroft who taught me."

"Uncle Mycroft?" Starr's eyes lit up.

She shook her little head, "But I don't think this kind of game is suitable for me now. Uncle Mycroft's office sofa is very comfortable, and there are desserts, his desserts are as delicious as grandpa's. Very powerful."

Uncle Mycroft was very kind, he spoke slowly, but everyone listened to him.

And, moreover, he's commanding a good—many people!He also taught him how to play some cute little tricks quietly, which is very interesting.

Sherlock glanced at her, "Yeah, my parents were a bit conflicted when I was young, and Mycroft taught me a lot of times."

After a pause, he added, "We'll go back tonight, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat roast leg of lamb!" Starr said without thinking.

Uncle Ben's roast leg of lamb is very delicious!

"Where are the snacks? Where's the dessert?" Sherlock asked gently.

This made Starr a little tangled.

She wrung her fingers and began to think about how many more things she could have and what food she could want, but she really didn't think about the previous things anymore.

She walked for a while, but couldn't move anymore, and stretched out her hand coquettishly to be hugged by Sherlock.

Sherlock held her in his arms, and walked back slowly with Watson. With the ups and downs, Starr just leaned on her and fell asleep.

Watson walked slowly behind, with a dazed expression on his face.

"...Why do you teach children such things?" He couldn't hold back, and asked, "Do you want her to take over your great career in the future? Contribute to the disappearance of criminals in Great Britain?"

It doesn't make sense, Sherlock is not someone who imposes his hobbies on others.

Not to mention, he never wanted Starr to touch his detective commission.

"Always take her to see what this era is like," Sherlock said, "monotonous words are always different from personal experience. It is not necessary for her to engage in similar work in the future, nor does she need to have any awareness in the future. As long as you can protect yourself, don't be too naive."

He sighed and said, "For the flowers in the greenhouse, the wind and rain are fatal. I don't want to raise her into a lady. She can get rid of this shell and do some interesting things she wants to do."

like her mother.

He looked at the child in his arms, her facial features could clearly see traces of Elena, but those eyes were clear gray.

I hope she will be safe and happy in the future, do what she likes, and live a happy life, that's all.

The author has something to say: Starr, which means star, the child’s blond hair is the earl of inheritance, and Mycroft also has a similar idea. paved the way.Eileen barely turned a blind eye to these actions. She trusted several people very much, and Stahl came into contact with and understood the essence of these things with the company of adults. It’s much better to see it when you grow up. Spread everything out, explain the advantages and disadvantages clearly, and let her choose according to her own thinking, which is always better than helping the child decide, or letting her choose blindly without knowing anything. (Conditional restrictions apply, so they can do this/cover their faces

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