Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

When Starr was born, he was a wrinkled little one.

All that time Sherlock had been taking care of the baby.

He has been completely worn out by this soft little guy, so he just coaxes her little by little, changing diapers and other things with the help of a nanny, which is not bad.

He has always had nothing to do with children, let alone such a small child, lying in his arms and falling asleep, looking peaceful and sweet, and I can vaguely see Elena's appearance in his eyebrows and eyes.

It's his and Elena's child.

Every time Starr cried, Sherlock panicked, coaxed, patted, and hugged, and he was not relieved until the child fell asleep.

This made him sleep well at night, always coaxing the children.

Gradually, Starr developed the habit of insisting on being held by others when he went to sleep, and no one else could, but Sherlock.

It's not a good habit - she's gradually getting heavier, and sleeping with her, a sore back for someone who sits all night.

Not to mention that Sherlock was still accepting the commission, so he had to chat with the client while coaxing the little child to sleep.

Elena found out, and planned to correct Starr's little problem.

When it was time for Starr to go to bed, she put the child on the bed, sat next to the child, and found a table to draw.

Starr was not happy.

She started howling, started crying.

Elena didn't respond, and even grabbed Sherlock, who was in a hurry and looked stupid.

"Don't go," she said. "If you go, she will become more arrogant and cry more. Children are like this. If you quit this time, if she wants it next time, it will be difficult for you to refuse her." .”

After howling for a long time, Starr was tired.

She fell asleep sniffling.

Elena let go of her hand.

"She definitely didn't cry," she stretched out her hand to touch it, "she really didn't cry, this little guy is smart."

"I grew up in an orphanage before, and I have seen many children who instinctively use small things to test the limits of adults," Elena said, "This is the nature of children."

Suddenly Sherlock realized.

So, when Starr grew up, no matter whether she wanted to play more games or eat an extra dessert, Sherlock would not agree, and he was never fooled again.

But Elena...

Before seven o'clock, there was a knock on the door of Elena and Sherlock's room.

"Mom, Mom," Starr called from the door, hugging a pillow, "may I come in?"

She was wearing a white nightgown, surrounded by a maid who kept persuading her to go back and not disturb her parents' rest.

Elena heard the voice in a daze.

"Starr?" She tried to wake herself up.

"It's me, Mom," Starr replied, begging again. "Can I come in? I miss you, so I'll come in and see you."

Elena thought about it and agreed.

"Come in, I didn't lock the door," she said.

Then Starr, who was holding a small pillow, stood on tiptoe and opened the door.

She tiptoed in, dragging her own long pillow, with round eyes, a distant nose, and a round mouth, walking up and down the room, like a cute little hamster inspecting herself territory.

After a while, Starr said, "May I come up and lie down?"

She begged, "Just for a while. Mom is very busy recently. I want to stay with mom. I want to lie in the same quilt with mom—"

Elena couldn't stop Starr from acting like a baby.

She lifted the quilt softly and let Starr get in, "Just lie down for a while, mom and dad haven't slept well yet."

"Okay!" Starr said obediently.

Sherlock, who was already awake, sighed with a headache, this is too bad.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before Starr yelled again.

"Mom and Dad, please, play with me for a while—"

Seeing the listless Elena, Sherlock took her place distressedly and told Elena to go back to sleep.

Looking at the daughter who seemed to have endless energy in front of her, she sighed again.

He knew it would be so.

Time passed quickly, and Starr started school.

Starr, who had finished class early, was taken back to him by the earl, and both Elena and Sherlock happened to be busy.

He took the children, raised flowers, pulled weeds, and wandered around wearing a small straw hat.

After finishing the work in the small flower garden, the count took his little granddaughter to change clothes, write and draw on the table, play games, and throw balls made of wool for the kitten at home to pick them up.

At first, he didn't pay attention to it. When the ball was thrown on the model, the cat jumped on it, and there was a click sound, and the count realized that the model was cracked.

Starr looked at his hands, then at the count.

"Is it me?" She was a little dazed, "or you, grandpa?"

"It's Mrs. Kitty," the earl reached out and grabbed the cat named Kitty, and gently threw the cat and the ball of wool onto the cushion aside.

"What should I do?" He looked at the model, a little distressed, "Most of them are damaged..."

Starr reached out and fiddled with the model.

"I don't know," she replied, "Is there no other way?"

"It's going to be done again," replied the count, "the traces of mending are too obvious and easy to detect."

He seemed to have a good understanding of this, "When I get the tools out, we'll make another one for your mother, and she won't be able to find out that Mrs. Kitty broke things."

Seeing the earl's relaxed tone, Starr thought he was really super powerful.

She looked at her grandfather adoringly, waiting for him to take out the materials needed for the model, and let her see how to recreate it.

The count did get out of the study a pile of boards, then knives, then adhesives.

Slowly he started cutting the planks, leaving gaps, gluing, and aligning the corners.

Stahl looked at her grandpa with a "wow" face, who she thought liked eating and fishing the most.

When he was making models, he was focused and serious, so amazing!

It took the afternoon until the evening before the count had time to glue all the parts together, and he put the reconstructed model back on the table.

Next to it was Starr, who had been staring at it all afternoon. She was rolling the ball back and forth boredly, causing the kitten to stretch out its paws and scratch it.

Seeing that the Earl finished the model, she yawned, threw the ball in her hand on the ground, and accompanied the Earl to wash her hands, and then the two (mainly the Earl) took another box of snacks from the cabinet to comfort themselves hard work.

Not long after, Elena and Sherlock came back holding hands.

As soon as they entered, they found the Earl and Starr slumped in chairs, with a motionless fishing rod beside them.

The big one and the small one seemed to be very idle, with snacks and drinks around them.

The count was half lying on the chair, holding a piece of dogtail, and Starr beside him was also half lying on the slightly smaller chair, also holding a piece of grass.

Both of them had the same lazy face, and exuded the breath of "ah, this salted fish is so comfortable and I don't want to struggle anymore".

...Eileen felt that if this happened again, Starr might retire early if he didn't have a job.

She imagined that the Earl would go fishing, walk the cat, take a walk, and then swim (yes, he likes this very much), Starr would follow behind, lazily following the Earl, wherever the Earl went, she would go .

I just asked Starr what kind of work she likes, and she said she likes doing nothing.

Elena doesn't think so.

"Starr, do you like Uncle Mycroft's?" she asked, bending down, looking into her daughter's eyes. "If you like, I can take you to see him. Or little Brutt Uncle? You are also very welcome at Grandpa Ben, and Aunt Georgiana..."

She listed many, many names in one breath.

"I want to be with grandpa," Starr curled his lips, unhappily dangling his mother's arm, "it's so tiring being with other people, and Uncle Mycroft... has to go there in a carriage again, I don't want to go there alone."

She blinked and looked at Elena, "Mom's office is right next to her, can mom take me there?"

Elena looked at her daughter's longing eyes, and her heart softened.

"Then I'll take you there," she said, "do you want to go?"

"That's great!" Starr threw himself into Elena's arms, "Then I really, really want to go. I can go anywhere."

She is a clever little girl, and she specially emphasized that "anywhere is fine".

"Where's my office?" Elena asked her deliberately, "There are a lot of brothers and sisters there."

Starr immediately shook his head and said shamelessly, "No, no, I'm going to Uncle Mycroft—"

She grabbed Elena's skirt and climbed up, and Elena had no choice but to sit down and hold her in her arms.

During the period, Sherlock also supported the little slippery head to prevent her from falling.

Starr hugged Elena's neck and whispered to her, "Mom, I heard from our school's teacher that you are amazing—"

Elena froze for a moment.

"Is that so?" She said with a smile, "Then mom is amazing, are you happy?"

"Happy," Starr replied childishly.

She looked again in Sherlock's direction.

Sherlock thought she was going to hug her, and was about to reach out to take her, but Starr pushed her away.

"That's not what it means, Daddy stupid," she said, and motioned Sherlock to bow his head.

Sherlock complied, and she stretched out her small white hands and rubbed his head.

"Although it's not particularly powerful, it's still great!" Starr said seriously.

Sherlock looked at Elena and raised his eyebrows.

Elena laughed.

A few days later, the teacher asked someone to send her a message that Starr had gotten into a fight with someone else.

Elena froze for a moment.

"Is that so?" she asked the errand runner. "What's the situation? Why are you fighting? I'll go right away."

"I'm not too sure about this," the man replied, "It's said to be an argument..."

What he said was vague, and Eileen didn't care too much.

Then when they arrived, they found that Starr was standing alone in the teacher's office, dejected.

There were no scratch marks on her face, nor on her exposed arms, but the little boy opposite her was scratched with bruises and purple streaks.

The little boy's parents were also celebrities in London. Seeing that Elena had rushed over, they politely discussed what to do.

"It was at the beginning..." The boy's wife was a little embarrassed, "Leon asked Starr why his mother didn't follow his father's last name, and should be called Mrs. Holmes, why everyone still called you Molson. Then Starr said that he Mother's last name was whatever she liked, and then they started fighting."

The boy's father on the side also nodded.

"This matter is still our fault, it's just rumors, don't worry about it, madam," he said calmly, "Leon, don't you hurry up and apologize to madam?"

After coaxing for a long time, the little boy came over awkwardly, bowed his head and said sorry to her.

"Starr should also be responsible for this matter," Elena said, "No matter what, he shouldn't hit anyone."

She looked at Snower beside her, "You should apologize too, you both apologize to each other, and we will be good friends again from now on."

Starr nodded.

She and the little boy both apologized to each other.

After the matter was settled peacefully, Elena took Starr and left.

"Since this is the case, why are your eye circles red?" Elena sat on the car with her half-armed, "I looked around, and there is no injury on your body."

Starr hesitated for a long time.

Her little face was flushed with suffocation, but she refused to speak.

"If you don't tell me, I'll ask the teacher?" Elena raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Yes... I stepped on a leaf, slipped, and ran into an earthworm," Starr muttered, and then he burrowed into Elena's arms, "Leon is so annoying. I saw it all, he saw it Your eyes are shining brightly."

She huddled in Elena's arms, and asked in a low voice, "He also likes those buildings and so on. Every day he says that his idol is you, and he wants to inquire about news and chat with me. Will you not want me?"

Elena shook her head.

She reassured the child one by one, "No."

"But he seems to like architecture more than I do, and you like architecture, Mom," Starr asked. "I don't like architecture. Do you stop loving me?"

Elena froze for a moment, then laughed.

"That said, your father should be the first person I don't like," she said, touching her thin and soft hair, "he doesn't know anything about architecture."

Just at this time, we arrived at the gate of Baker Street.

"What are you talking about me behind my back?" Sherlock said with a smile.

"It's nothing," Starr said quickly, "Daddy hug—"

She rushed out of the carriage like a gust of wind, and Sherlock skillfully picked up his daughter, put her at his feet, and helped Elena get off the carriage.

Sherlock held Starr in his arms, and led Elena to walk inside.

He reached out and poked his daughter's fleshy face, and asked, "What did you say about Dad, you little cunning?"

"Say Dad is a great detective!" Starr said loudly, hugged Sherlock's neck again, and chattered about what happened in school today.

Then she completely forgot about the content of her chat with her mother.

When Starr was young, she played her tricks in small places.

But when she got older, she began to show her unique intelligence.

Stahl not only became the president of the student union at school, replaced some rigid and mean female teachers, kicked some idiots out of the school, strictly controlled the sanitation of the cafeteria and bathrooms, and even found those nasty teachers one by one. , the arrogant girl who engages in campus bullying, and had a conversation with them.

After this, the strange thing is that these girls settled down for some reason, and even the name of Tistar made them tremble uncontrollably.

But these arrogant girls will not go to the teacher to complain.

They are just afraid, but if someone wants to do bad things because they don't like Starr, they will even turn their heads to speak for Starr.

This is very strange.

The incident was first told by Georgiana to Elena, whose distant cousin happened to be the principal of the girls' school.

Elena thought about it for a while, and felt amazing again.

"How old is Starr?" When Sherlock came back, she held Sherlock's hand and chatted with him, "Usually children at her age are not so transparent..."

Huiji will be hurt, she is very worried.

"After all, she likes Mycroft very much," said Sherlock. "What can be seen and grasped by his side, except that he observes subtleties and sees and hears more than I do. Starr should have learned a lot too."

Elena shook her head.

"It's not necessarily that Starr will inherit my position," she sighed, "I don't want her to participate in those "big shots" duels in the future, it's too complicated, I know your brother is very powerful, but I'm still very concerned. He'll be fine, but manipulating humanity is like walking a tightrope, it's too risky."

Sherlock embraced her and comforted her, "No. What's more, it's better to think about better aspects."

He said, "After all, no one can fool her."

Elena was still not at ease.

She rolled over and got out of bed, intending to find Starr who was sleeping alone in another room, but was stopped by Sherlock.

"Don't worry about her," said Sherlock, "I'll have a good talk with him to-morrow."

Elena nodded.

"I'd rather she be stupid and careless," she said worryingly. "People are too smart and think too much, so they are easy to get tired. Stupid people are frank and happy because they don't know anything. She will be safe all her life, and I will be happy." Satisfied."

"It's all right," said Sherlock. "Mycroft and I were like that when we were kids, but aren't we all famous and respected now? I think it's a shame if smart people are still blinded by the world for this reason." It’s a pity.”

He hugged her slowly again and hummed a tune.

Elena couldn't help touching his face.

"It always feels like you're treating me like a child," she said with a smile.

"My dear Elena, this is coaxing a lover." Sherlock kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep. Even if you are 90 years old, you will still be my only love and lover."

The next day, Sherlock talked to Starr.

"Do what you like," he said. "Actually, I don't think it matters. But first, you have to prepare yourself, and second, you have to try to pretend to be a normal person."

"Ordinary people?" Stalton paused. "I thought you and Mom would prefer that I had nothing to do with Uncle Mycroft. After all, being a politician is a high-risk profession."

She fastened her tie and straightened her skirt. "How about this today, Dad?"

"Very well, it suits you very well. We are more worried about your safety than what we choose as our hobbies," Sherlock said. "You are too young now. You are smart enough, Starr, but you must understand that You have to at least give yourself some leeway."

He straightened the collar of his waist-length daughter, "I was a weirdo when I was young, and so was your mother. You can be too, and that's fine. But I don't want you to play with people's hearts, people are easy to hurt. You have to An upright person, being a person with no shame in his heart, can use some small means to promote the development of things harmlessly, instead of..."

"Instead of being like this now, everyone knows that I must have done something bad and threatening, even if it didn't get out," Starr said thoughtfully, "I get it."

Sherlock nodded.

"I hope you will remember these words," he said. "I will speak with Mycroft again."

Starr nodded.

"I will, Father," she asked, taking two steps outside, "what do you think of me being a lawyer?"

Sherlock looked at her.

"Not being a politician?" he asked. "I thought you'd like the feeling of being in control of the little things."

"I don't want to be," Starr said. "Maybe I'd rather debate."

She shrugged. "Who knows?"

"As long as you like it," Sherlock sighed, "You have always been a very independent girl, and I'm not worried that you won't find the path you like."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed his growing daughter's hair, "As long as you are safe and well, happy and happy, we will be happy. It doesn't matter if something happens, we are all here."

Starr blinked, while Sherlock joked, "Your background is much stronger than ordinary people."

When Starr graduated, both Elena and Sherlock attended her graduation ceremony.

This smart child took her degree as a matter of course and was awarded the title of outstanding graduate.

"...I am very grateful to my family, they have given me warm affection," Starr said in a formal attire, "supporting me through this difficult journey, allowing me to continue walking without forgetting my heart..."

She said loudly on the stage, graceful and graceful, but there was a crowd of quiet and focused people below.

They listened carefully to her speech, including her parents, relatives, and friends.

This makes Starr very proud.

And hearing this, looking at the outstanding and proud daughter on the stage, Elena nodded in agreement.

"Starr's grown up, she's a big kid. I think we can travel again," she said with a smile to her husband next to her. "It's time to travel again. What do you think?"

Sherlock laughed in the same way.

"I think, of course," he said quietly, lowering his voice.

—the end