[Zhongyingmei] My brother's name is Hannibal

The boy with curly hair tilted his head and glanced at the butler. He frowned and looked at his palm before wanting to say something, "I think if I have a smaller tool, I can definitely hunt wild deer."

He swears, and his confident appearance bears the baby fat that has not yet grown, making the housekeeper feel that even if he refute him, he will feel an irreversible sense of guilt.

"I think if you can own such a wooden barn, you will be able to hunt one." The butler took out the money ticket from his pocket, and compared the hunting suit chosen by Sherlock with another suit. After buying a formal coat, he thought that even if the old Mrs. Holmes came, she would do the same thing with him softheartedly.

Sherlock is not a quiet character, Mia obediently sat on the stool holding the shawl, not like a three-year-old child.

Mia looked elsewhere, Madam Zi was paying the bill at the counter, she was standing there elegantly and dignifiedly, and Sherlock's butler was also waiting beside her.

It was a rather torturous process for active children, although it only took less than a quarter of an hour.

Maybe Mia stared at Sherlock's back for a long time. He turned his head and stared at her for a while. Locke said a word of English towards her.

"You look at me and I won't give you candy." He acted as cold as an adult, and his jaw was a little more prominent than hers, which made him extraordinarily stubborn.Mia heard the second language she learned in her previous life for a long time, and she also recited it herself. After chewing the words in her mouth repeatedly, she realized that she seemed to be rejected.

She really doesn't want to eat candy, although she feels that she shouldn't care about such inexplicable things with a child, but girls' minds are sometimes unpredictable.

She replied in Lithuanian, just because you didn't understand the appearance of bullying you, and she was a little proud of her little thick legs.

Sherlock's eyebrows are very bushy, and the expression on his face easily changed when he frowned. He took a step forward, "You must be saying bad things about me, I'm sure."

Mia pretended not to understand what he was saying, Hannibal wrapped her light-colored shawl around her, and looked at Sherlock with brown eyes.

Mrs. Purple came with a bag of clothes on her shoulders. Hannibal picked up Mia from the seat and followed behind Mrs. Purple silently. Mia held Hannibal's neck and saw that the boy's expression was not very good, but she still raised her head. With a small chin, the butler at the side bent down to ask but didn't speak.

"Go back, master, the old lady must miss you."

Sherlock's grandmother lives in France, and of course there are relatives scattered around who he doesn't know very well.Because of his grandfather's death, he volunteered to come to Paris by car to accompany his grandmother who loved him all the time. His brother also came along, but because of academic problems, he rushed back to England late at night.

His parents are not worried that he will fall behind in his studies. Although Sherlock is not as smart as his brother, that is, Mycroft, of course, this will overturn this cognition in the later growth process, and his parents never consider it. long.

The old lady likes to sit under the flower stand built by her husband and bask in the sun. For the elderly, it is probably the happiest thing for them to sit on the reclining chair smelling the fragrance of flowers and enjoying afternoon tea under the warm autumn sunshine.

Sherlock bought a bunch of grapes on the way back to the manor, butler Chris carried them to the small pond at the back of the kitchen to clean them, and served them in a transparent round bowl.

Sherlock was snuggling next to his grandmother, talking about the little Lithuanian-speaking girl he met in the clothing store. He didn't know this language very well, but he repeated the passage again with a good memory, Following Mia's tone, she commented with certainty after she finished speaking, "She must be scolding me, you don't know, her mouth seems to be so proud that it's almost up to the sky."

The old lady patted him on the shoulder kindly, "It's Lithuanian, my child, this little guy is from the west, I think she must be a cute little guy."

Sherlock was a little upset when he didn't get an answer. His grandmother touched his head and looked at the flowers covering the light above his head and said, "Your grandfather said that the flowers in autumn will bloom well today. I saw him once." If you work hard to fertilize the flowers, you will be sure that what he said is right."

Sherlock stopped talking, he remembered that his grandfather had white hair, and his unsmiling appearance outside could scare away several children.

"You should let your grandfather take a look at this too." The white-haired old woman sat up from the recliner, but she stopped the butler when he wanted to come over to help her.

"I want to pick it for him myself." The old woman's movements were very slow, and Sherlock could feel her bones creaking desperately when she moved, as if the old parts were expressing their last struggle .

She stood up with a cane, she looked very happy, the smile on her face made Sherlock think that his grandmother was the most kind and respectable grandmother in the world, she smiled mischievously, and stretched out her arms to pluck the dirt stuck in the dirt. flowers on thin sticks.

She hesitated for a moment, looked around for a while, and kept saying that the flower was the most brilliant before it bloomed, and it would be too cruel to pick it at this time.

She raised her arms and lowered them, looked at several flowers, and finally turned her head to look at Sherlock, "They are all blooming very well, I don't think they should be picked when they are the most beautiful, what do you think, Sherlock."

Little Sherlock thought of the flowers that changed every day in the vase at home, they were always the most beautiful blooming flowers, he never saw the same flowers every day after that, maybe thrown away, or picked up by the maid It was taken.

He didn't know, but he knew how to echo his grandmother and use his own way of expression.

"I think my grandfather has seen it now," he looked at the sky. "Heaven is on the top of the flower stand, and my grandfather can see it when he lowers his head."

"You're right, Sherlock." His grandmother looked happier, "If I pick off the flowers he planted, maybe he will be angry and come to my dream to quarrel with me."

Sherlock ate a grape, it was sweet, soft and juicy, he wiped his sticky fingers, and didn't eat another grape.

When Mia went back, Earl Lecter had already come out of his studio, his face was still dipped in the paint in the studio, he drank a large cup of tea unknowingly, coughed slightly and talked to them, "Han Nibal, go and see it, I think you will be satisfied!"

Billijit took Mia into a new dress, and hugged her around, "What a beautiful child."

Mia smiled happily. No one would praise her like this when she was in the orphanage before. Although she occupied this body, she was very content.

When she was brought down the stairs, in fact, Billijit personally carried her down because she felt that the stairs were too high for her and she would fall easily, and only put her down on the flat ground.

When Mia went upstairs, Robert excitedly took Hannibal to the studio, presumably he hadn't left yet.

She wanted to skip and run, maybe it would be faster.The sense of restraint in her heart made her deny this idea, but she walked a little faster, stepping on the cold stone slab and groping for it.

The door was still stained with some brightly colored paint, maybe Robert rubbed it unconsciously.She avoided the paint that might not wash off if it got on her hands, and pushed open the door that was not closed.

Light is especially important when painting. There is a large window in the studio, which is as wide as three doors combined. The dark red brocade curtains hang naturally, covering most of the sunlight.

The only place where half of the sun shines in is the painted wooden easel. At the moment, a 47-inch drawing board is placed at an angle. When Mia walks to the door, she can only see one corner of the drawing board. Hannibal was blocked.

She didn't know if she should make a sound at this time, but she was also afraid that she would startle him if she walked over without making a sound.

This is really a difficult question.

Mia walked lightly and stopped one meter away. This direction was enough for her to see the content of the portrait.

Hannibal stood there silently, raised his hand to touch the painted portrait but was hesitant about something, stopped when he was only a few centimeters away from the portrait, and then turned to look at her.

A couple and two children, Mia saw it clearly, and the little boy standing next to the couple was Hannibal without a doubt.

Mia also looked back at him, and unconsciously glanced at the portrait. The child being held by the woman could only see half of the face, because it was still a baby and couldn't see anything.

The door was pushed open again, and Robert, who was pulled by Mrs. Zi and changed into a new suit, walked in energetically. He didn't turn on the light, and walked up to Hannibal.

"I don't know if you keep any pictures of them, of course I don't mean to blame you... I just think, if you miss them, I still remember what they looked like, and if I draw them, it will last longer."

Hannibal lowered his head, yes, he didn't seem to remember the way they laughed, all he could remember was the dead mother lying on the ground and the small attic where the disaster was avoided.

He doesn't remember anything, which is ironic for him who only survived.

His family is his only family, but he can't remember them, so what's the point of his existence.

Robert was still talking, he saw Mia who was standing aside and was afraid to speak, and rubbed her head, "I think this should be a good gift...of course, if you don't like it, it's over there Hang it on the wall, I've got a good place for it."

Hannibal smiled at him, clasping the edge of the drawing board with both hands.

Perhaps, Robert thought, he liked it.In this case, he was also relieved a lot.

"Hannibal is 13 years old." Robert thought for a while, "it's not very good to stay at home all the time, it's too closed... there is a school not far from here, if you don't mind, I think Send you to study, of course if you don't want to..."

Hannibal nodded before he finished speaking.

Robert felt that everything went well with one blow with both hands. He smiled and hugged Mia and turned around, "Hey little guy, you should also learn some French, how about it?"