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The violent sea breeze mixed with the salty sea water rushed towards the face. The delicate skin of a child is not suitable for being exposed to such an air environment for a long time. After staying for a while, the face feels hot.

He really shouldn't have chosen such a weather, and the dark clouds above heralded that it would rain soon, and the sand under his feet got into his leather shoes, and Watson felt terrible.

Watson originally thought that if he chose to bring his parents back to life, he would disappear forever, ignorant and senseless, but Nick said that Sherlock needed himself...

Undoubtedly, being able to return to Sherlock is a very happy thing, but when I wake up, I find that I have become a five-year-old child, with a round face, yellow slightly curly hair, and a soft voice. Watson was taken aback.

It seems that the time is not right, but Nick said it was a gift for himself, and he also asked Watson not to leave the beach, so he wandered on the beach almost every day.

"John, Dad asked you to go home for dinner." Watson's sister, Halle, held a small red plastic spatula in her left hand, and a small bucket with many beautiful shells in her right hand.

"Harry, don't you think these shells are dirty?" Watson looked at his sister with contempt.

Watson had a feeling in his heart, as if he had lived two lifetimes, and in both lifetimes, he had a sister who loved him very much. Harley was undoubtedly a good sister, and she was very careful about taking care of her younger brother.

"This way it won't be dirty." Harry clapped his hands, bent down to take off Watson's shoes, poured out the sand in his brother's shoes, and put them back on for him.

"Harry, let me cook for you today." Watson said with a smile, "Oyster soup."

Hali thinks that her younger brother is very smart, capable of everything, and does everything very well. Hali is very happy to have a genius brother. His father said that he wants to accompany his younger brother, because the doctor said that when he is with ordinary children, his younger brother will Become anxious and affect personality development.

Although not as smart as her younger brother, Harley is very precocious. She is very clear about many truths, even the professional terms of doctors. Shouldn't she find some companions for her younger brother?

Harry was very troubled by this problem. In fact, his younger brother was not as anxious as the doctor said. On the contrary, he got along well with every child. This suddenly reminded Harry of the two brothers of the Holmes family.

"John, let me go and play with other children." Harry put his hands on his hips, gnashing his teeth.

"What?" Watson was very puzzled.

"He's always relying on his intelligence to tell me what to do." Harry puffed out his flat chest and said proudly, "But my brother is also very intelligent."

"what?"

"Look, they're here." Harry said, pointing to the beach not far away.

Watson followed the direction of Harry's finger and looked over from a distance. Along the endless coastline, the sea was gray. Seagulls sang loudly, hovering above the heads of the two small figures.

As time went by, Watson felt extremely nervous, because he would not forget those smoky blue eyes and that curly black hair.

Watson just stared blankly at the little boy in front of him...

"Sherlock, you never listen to me." Mycroft shook his fist imperiously at Sherlock.

Sherlock was knocked down to the ground. Although he was young and his body was very fragile, he didn't flinch in the face of Mycroft, who was taller than himself. He spat out the sand in his mouth and rolled on the beach clumsily He grunted, then stood up unsteadily.

"Mycroft, why can't I be a pirate?" Sherlock said angrily.

"How dare you say that?" Mycroft seemed even angrier: "You knocked down the door of mother's warehouse and built a small boat."

"Because I'm smart."

"Sherlock, you must remember that I am smarter than you, and you are as stupid as a fish. You must know that a goldfish has the smallest brain in the world." Mycroft grabbed Sherlock and slapped him off. Sha Sha said, "If you do this again in the future, I'll beat you until you can't get out of bed."

"Why?" Sherlock yelled.

"Your small boat will definitely be drowned by the wind and waves. How can you be so stupid? That pirate's boat is so inferior?" Mycroft became more and more angry as he patted Sherlock's clothes.

"I can build a big ship."

"Sherlock, don't expect me to read you fairy tales from now on." Mycroft gave Sherlock a white look.

"You also agreed at the time. You said that if you have a ship, you can be a pirate." Sherlock argued hard.

"That's because I didn't realize that my stupid brother would drown in the sea." Mycroft angrily slapped Sherlock's little head: "I didn't find out that you were not at home last time, so I quickly guessed When you come to the beach, you drown directly in the sea."

"It was just an accident!" Sherlock blushed and rubbed his fingers in embarrassment.

Mycroft slapped Sherlock again: "Remember, don't be an example, or I'll tie you up by the sea and feed you sand every day."

When he was a child, Sherlock, who was very weak, couldn't stand a few beatings by Mycroft, and fell into the sand again, but he still looked at Mycroft with unyielding eyes, and would rather die than bow his head .

Watson looked at Sherlock like this, and it was hard to imagine that when he grows up, he will be taller than himself, and his skills will be better than Mycroft who sits in the office every day. Now Sherlock is like a small bean sprout, with a bent head The curly curly hair stood unyielding in the sea breeze, as if it would be blown away at any time.

"Does it hurt?" Watson smiled and stretched out his hand to Sherlock: "Get up."

Sherlock had never noticed the existence of other people, so he was taken aback suddenly, but after seeing Watson's smiling eyes, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

He didn't like to be in contact with anyone, probably because he was always isolated by other children, but Sherlock handed Watson his hand in a strange way.

Watson pulled the fluffy Sherlock up, bent down and patted the sand on his body: "Harry and I are going to make oyster soup, come to my house for dinner."

"Yeah?" It was the first time to be invited by someone, although it was someone he didn't know, but it was enough to make Sherlock happy. After all, Mycroft was pressing on his head, and other children always isolated him. This was the first time he was invited by a friend. The feeling is very strange.

"My father is a very nice person, so you don't have to worry." Watson approached the little soft Sherlock, and seemed to ask him about the vague milk fragrance on him.

"Why did you invite me?"

"Because Harry has a younger brother, but I don't have a younger brother. You are younger than me, so I want to bring you home." Watson blinked his innocent eyes and looked at Sherlock expectantly.

"I'm younger than you, so you want me to be your brother?" Sherlock asked blankly.

"Yes, I will make a lot of delicious food, and you will definitely like it." Watson held back a smile. He really didn't expect Sherlock to be so easy to deceive when he was a child. Compared with him when he grew up, he is really lovable. small buns.

"I'd do it too, but Mycroft says it's bad," Sherlock whispered.

"Only if you don't burn the kitchen down, you always do something stupid." Mycroft looked at Sherlock with contempt.

"Mycroft, can you come too?" Watson laughed happily. The two Holmes brothers were so cute when they were young: "Mycroft doesn't hate oyster soup, does he?"

Mycroft nodded bluntly, saying that it was impossible to invite only Sherlock, as his status among his peers was indeed unshakable.

"Pfft—" Watson couldn't help laughing, why didn't I find Mycroft so narcissistic before?

"Mycroft, you're always so annoying." Sherlock stood in front of Watson with a puffed up face.

"I won't bully him, why are you so nervous?" Mycroft was a little jealous. Although Sherlock always did stupid things, he never took the initiative to refute himself, which made him feel like his brother's status was shaken.

"I like you very much, Sherlock is very cute, Mycroft, you are very smart." Watson smiled at Mycroft friendly.

"I..." Mycroft became embarrassed by Watson's praise, especially the round-faced, yellow-haired little boy in front of him, who felt very good.

Watson crossed his arms and couldn't help nodding. It's really unimaginable. I used to always feel that Mycroft bullied Sherlock and rejected him at one time, but I didn't expect Mycroft to take care of Sherlock. easy job.

Sherlock, who is mischievous and courageous since he was a child, is really surprising, and full of imagination and creativity, which is completely different from him when he grows up.

Although Sherlock was very dissatisfied, the little boy in front of him praised Mycroft for being smart and only said that he was cute, but he liked the smell of Watson very much, he was very familiar and close.

"My name is Sherlock Holmes, what's your name?" Sherlock opened his mouth and said with a sweet smile.

"My name is John Watson." Watson held Sherlock's soft little hand, and the feeling of happiness was beyond words. This is the real Sherlock. The gears of fate are turning again, but everything is different from the past. This time, it will be a beautiful one. start.

Four children were walking on the endless beach, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be thicker, but the joyful laughter resounded on the coastline, and the seagulls in the air sang cheerfully.

"What is this?" Suddenly Sherlock ran to a sand dune, and carefully picked out a yellow puppy from inside.

"A bulldog, without a doubt?" said Mycroft.

"It's so cute, it's still breastfeeding." Harry blinked and stared at the puppy.

"Can I have one, Mycroft?" Sherlock's eyes sparkled, and he liked the dog very much.

"Sherlock, I'm afraid not, mother..." Mycroft was very sorry, although he liked it very much.

Watson took the bulldog from Sherlock's hand. From the shape of the spots and even the small black spots on the paws, it was proved that it was Nick. Tears of emotion suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Is it Nick? Is it you? "

[Don't cry, I was abandoned here only a few days after I was born, I was starving to death, and my head was dizzy. 】【Why are you back too? 】

[Because I want to give you a new task. 】

【what? 】

[Live happily forever! 】

Watson lowered his head, with tears in his eyes all the time. There is no need to doubt that this is happiness.

"Put it in my house and we will raise it together." Watson took Sherlock with one hand and Nick with the other: "Let's go, it's too late to finish dinner."

Harry quickly caught up with Watson, worried whether he would be able to hold the little milk dog, Mycroft also quickly followed, seeing his brother's stupid smirk, and wanted to slap him to stop laughing, but The words came to my lips but I couldn't get them out, because the backs of John and Sherlock looked very happy, although it was strange to use the word happiness...

"I feel like you'll be together forever," Mycroft said, walking behind them.

Yeah?Let's be together forever, Watson couldn't help holding Sherlock's hand harder, and Sherlock held his hand instead...

Together with you, live happily ever after.

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