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Late last night, a heavy snow covered the whole of London. Cheerful Christmas songs played mischievously in the snow until the festive atmosphere covered the snow-covered streets.

Watson was lying on the window sill, beating his head to the beat of the Christmas songs coming from outside the window, looking at the passers-by on Baker Street, he couldn't tell whether he was feeling comfortable or lonely.

"Ah~" A woman's panting sound came out from Sherlock's cell phone again, full of charm and passion.The tune of lust breaks the melody of the Christmas carols.

Mycroft sat on the sofa in the living room, glanced at Sherlock who was hiding in the room, looked back at Watson and said, "Thank you very much for inviting me to Christmas."

Watson was still staring out of the window and said without turning his head, "Since I knew you, you have kept mentioning Christmas. Usually when you hear Christmas songs, you will think of you unconsciously."

"It seems that I have impressed you very much." Mycroft relaxed on the sofa and said with a smile: "Some things will always be remembered if you keep mentioning them."

"What do you mean?"

"SMS."

Watson said casually: "That will not threaten my status."

"That's good..." Mycroft took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Sherlock is a person who will get carried away no matter who praises, approves, or appreciates him, let alone that the other party is not an ordinary person. "

"What do you want to say?"

"It's like being admired by a group of goldfish, you will feel that it should be, and if a dolphin suddenly appears... Think about it before and you will understand what I said."

Watson frowned and turned around, looking at Mycroft angrily, "So you're telling me you're a monkey? Please, please give aquatic creatures some dignity."

"Don't be like this, Sherlock is also a dolphin. I just want to say that when he thinks that what he gets can be understood, that is, when he finds the same kind, he will do things regardless of right and wrong." Mycroft paused Said: "He didn't even know your details, so he dared to keep you, and even lied to me."

"Don't be so stingy Mycroft, when are you going to worry about Sherlock winning your business?"

Mycroft continued to smile and said: "But now it seems that there is another dolphin, and this is a dolphin that only courts. This is an experience he has never had before. What will happen to Sherlock, who is very competitive and curious?" Sample?"

"Maybe it's not bad anyway to try and experience it." Watson shrugged helplessly.

"Aren't you worried?"

Watson picked up Sherlock's violin, played it with his fingers, lowered his head and said: "You are his brother, you should know what kind of woman he is interested in, but he is interested in many things, it depends. The other party's ability. Anyway, this is Sherlock's will, and I will respect him."

"It's really understanding." Mycroft curled his lips and said, "My brother is really blessed."

Watson gave Mycroft a blank look, then turned around and looked out the window again...

Although Sherlock threatened that he married a job, everyone knew that he didn't need it or hadn't met him yet.

Irene is indeed very attractive, but it is not suitable for Sherlock. Maybe they will fall in love, but there will be no result.

Because Irene's charm lies in her courage to walk in the world, if she stays for Sherlock, she is not Irene.On the contrary, if Sherlock compromises with Irene, Sherlock is not himself.

The mutual attraction between the two is exactly what cannot be compromised, because neither of them can admit defeat, so I don't need to worry at all, I need to leave to make room for them.

For at least ten years, my position by Sherlock's side will not be shaken...

However, I always feel uncomfortable in my heart. Maybe Sherlock shouldn't have to face the case by himself because he looked down on Irene that day...

But, going by yourself can stop them from attracting each other?

Watson felt an unreasonable irritability in his heart. He raised Sherlock's violin and pulled the strings subconsciously.

Soon, the passionate and cheerful tune jumped out from the strings, like countless notes dancing around the living room holding hands... He pulled it faster and faster, and finally stopped the sound of the piano after an ending.

"Papa..." Mycroft clapped his palms and praised, "I didn't expect you to pull well."

Watson turned around with a smile, and made a gesture of thanking him: "I play the piano better."

Suddenly, Mycroft said seriously, "Does Sherlock get emotional?"

"Are you sure he understands what emotion is?"

"That's true..." Mycroft curled his lips in disdain, and said with a look of disgust, "But he always likes to be smart."

"Listen..." Watson put down the violin and looked at Mycroft with displeasure: "I have no position to interfere with Sherlock's will, and he will be unhappy if I do so. And your perverted desire to control isn't it?" Is it time to stop?"

"Okay I'm sorry."

"What's the matter?" Lestrade stood at the door of the living room with the bulldog in his arms, blinking his eyes puzzledly: "It seems to be arguing about something?"

Watson glanced back at the bulldog in Lestrade's arms, and said with disgust, "Why do you dress a dog?"

Lestrade walked in, put down the bulldog and said, "It's a gift from the supermarket. The little red Christmas gift is very festive."

Mycroft bent down and lifted the bulldog, and looked at it with his usual leadership eyes: "The red one is too bright."

"Really? Another color next time," said Lestrade, stepping up to Mycroft.

Watson rolled his eyes, looked at the two men who seemed to be picky about their husbands and virtuous wives, and said, "Why don't you two go to Christmas alone."

At this time, Mrs. Hudson came in with a plate of fruit and smiled enthusiastically: "I thought it was Sherlock playing the violin, but I didn't expect it to be John, where is Sherlock?"

"in the room."

Mrs. Hudson frowned, turned around and knocked on Sherlock's door, and shouted loudly, "Sherlock, it's time for you to come out."

Sherlock opened the door and saw Mycroft at first sight: "Why are you here?"

"John invited me," Mycroft replied.

"Every Christmas we fight."

"That's because you like to stir up disputes every year." Mycroft looked up at Sherlock and said, "I repeat, John asked me to come."

Watson glanced at Sherlock and shrugged helplessly: "It's so crowded."

"Ok."

Watson paused, and suddenly said in a sad tone: "I'm like a mother who has been abandoned by her children. I always want to be more lively. If there is no way, let our dear Sherlock fall in love with his mobile phone."

"I didn't." Sherlock immediately retorted, "It's just, just some personal issues."

"Look," said Watson, looking at Mycroft. "It's a personal matter. It seems I'm destined to be abandoned. How sad."

"It seems that your future is quite bleak, do you need me to re-arrange you?" Mycroft looked at Sherlock provocatively and said, "John, you have good abilities, are you interested in joining us?"

"Mycroft, are you robbing me at Christmas?" Sherlock squinted his eyes in displeasure, "John isn't going anywhere."

"How do you know?" Mycroft sneered, looking down at Sherlock: "You're smart."

Sherlock clenched his teeth and looked straight at Mycroft. Mycroft looked back at Sherlock not to be outdone... For a while, the atmosphere was deadlocked. Seeing that Sherlock was about to explode, a knock on the door rang. Two people were broken.

"Hey, I'm late." Jasmine stood shyly by the door, wearing a very stylish black coat, holding a bag of gifts: "What are you guys doing?"

Mrs. Hudson immediately came out of the kitchen, hugged Jasmine warmly, and then helped Jasmine take off her coat: "You are very welcome to come."

Jasmine shyly took off her overcoat. Inside was a black evening dress, which wrapped her figure exquisitely, changing the image of a female forensic doctor in the past.

Mrs. Hudson exclaimed: "Very beautiful!"

"Really?" Jasmine glanced at Sherlock happily.

Watson raised his eyebrows in confusion, as if he had some bad premonition, but he still gave Jasmine a warm welcome: "You are very beautiful today, and this dress shows your figure... No, your figure is already very good. "

Jasmine blushed slightly, lowered her head slowly, and said shyly, "Thank you for your compliment."

"John has always liked to say nice things." Sherlock suddenly cut in to join the conversation, automatically blocking Mycroft.

"Sherlock, I don't treat everyone like this." Watson looked at Sherlock warningly.

"Although the content is different, you have said the same thing to no less than ten women this month."

"Where is it?" Watson asked loudly.

"The one who talked the most was the waiter in the coffee shop downstairs."

Just as Watson was about to refute, he realized that he had overreacted. Although Sherlock had exposed him, he still tried to remain calm: "It's two different things at all."

"Hmm." Sherlock glanced at Watson proudly, and walked to Jasmine's side with a look of embarrassment: "You are going on a date tonight, it seems that you are very interested in your new boyfriend."

Watson immediately felt that something was wrong, and he glanced at Mycroft, then at Lestrade.

Mycroft looked at Watson suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

Watson took a sharp breath, stepped forward immediately, and stopped Sherlock: "This is Christmas, not a reasoning game. Give yourself a day off."

"But it's true. The beautifully packaged gift in her bag is still tied with a bow." Sherlock picked up the gift casually and said, "Even the color of the lipstick is the same as the color of the package, either it's a subconscious unity, or it's a hint Take the next step."

"Heh." Mycroft sneered, "Pretending to be smart."

"This is a simple reasoning. And it's obvious that Jasmine really likes him and wants to have a long-term relationship." Sherlock opened the card on it unwillingly, and suddenly he was stunned.

Watson slapped his forehead, turned to look at Mycroft and said, "You are a failure in educating your brother!"

"It's not my fault, he doesn't listen to me. Although I don't care about this Jasmine...Miss Jasmine Amber came to our house for Christmas, but it is obvious that Sherlock likes to mess things up." Mycroft looked at Sherlock bitterly.

"Shut up." Sherlock nervously stopped Mycroft, and turned to look at Jasmine apologetically. Just as he was about to speak, Jasmine rushed out.

Sherlock looked at Mycroft angrily: "You did it on purpose, why did you say it?"

"What?" Mycroft said with a "dazed" look on his face, "I'm just stating the facts."

"That's what's going to happen if you insist on calling him," Sherlock said, looking up at Watson.

"Come on, it's best to go back to kindergarten." Watson rolled his eyes at the two of them, and immediately chased after Jasmine's coat.

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