[Zongyingmi] She is a princess and not sick

"Christmas is so hard every year, I can't believe it's only been three hours."

Due to Mrs. Holmes's rule that no smoking is allowed indoors, the Holmes brothers can only go to the courtyard to smoke secretly.

The big detective didn't say a word about his brother's complaints. They stood in the yard and smoked. Mycroft is a three-piece suit that will never change, but this year's color is a silver-gray three-piece suit, which is different from the previous dark suit. Different, extra coquettish bag.

Sherlock was thinking like this, and his mouth was not idle: "Francis is coming today, isn't he? You are dressed like a peacock with a tail, and you are exuding the hormonal smell of estrus."

To Sherlock's provocation, Mycroft responded with a horrifying smile. His slender and powerful fingers held the cigarette, and there was something in his deep green eyes that Sherlock always couldn't understand: "Eric will make mom very happy." Happy, Sherlock, since you're leaving England soon. I don't think you want her to cry you good-bye."

"It was a nightmare," said Sherlock. "When she cried, the Thames would rise."

"Yes." Mycroft shook off the ash in his hand, and he exhaled the smoke slowly, "Besides, it's time for them to meet up. After Eric's autism relapsed, my mother was very worried about her."

"Francis can accompany her to listen to Les Miserables." Sherlock still has a conditional dislike for Les Miserables music, and he raised his eyebrows gloatingly.

Mycroft frowned when he heard Les Miserables, it was almost a nightmare for him and Sherlock, but he soon noticed the sound of the car.

A silver Jaguar drove slowly by. ,

He dropped the cigarette in his hand and stamped out the cigarette butt with his leather shoes.

Francis parked the car and got out of the car. She was wearing a red woolen coat, a ginger sweater, a white scarf, a knitted hat, and a short skirt. The boots reveal the absolute domain of the legs.

She did not rush towards Brother Holmes, but opened the trunk and took out the gift she had prepared.

Mycroft went over to help Francis carry the box. The box was not heavy, but as a gentleman with traditional education, he really shouldn't let women carry things.

"What is it?" Mycroft asked.

"It's a secret."

Sherlock sneered, and Mycroft squinted at the younger brother, but didn't speak.

"Hey, Francis, nice to meet you." Mrs. Holmes warmly gave Francis a hug.

This seemingly ordinary and loving couple has raised the pillars of the Commonwealth of Nations.

Maybe they're not that common either.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Holmes, Mrs. Holmes." Francis handed them the presents.

"You're welcome here, my dear." Mrs. Holmes looked very enthusiastic. Mr. Holmes coughed lightly to signal his wife to be more reserved and not to scare others.

"I will, Mrs. Holmes."

"Just call me Helena." Mrs. Holmes said very kindly. "Honey, you look much thinner than when you watched the play together last time. Did Mike not take good care of you?"

Francis glanced at Mycroft and shook his head: "No, actually it was because I was sick a while ago. Mycroft even gave me his sweets."

"Because he eats too much," Sherlock interrupted. "You should have seen him in his teenage years. Mom, why don't you show Francis your exclusive collection of photos."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he gave Mycroft a provocative look, and Mycroft stood there unmoved, like a gentleman in the Middle Ages.

Mycroft's appearance is more inclined to Mr. Holmes, while Sherlock's appearance is more inclined to Mrs. Holmes, so Watson never thought that these two people are brothers at the beginning, and there are also reasons for this.

"It must be very cold outside." Mrs. Holmes decided to maintain the image of Mycroft in front of Francis. After all, he was almost 40 years old (Macrove: 36 years old, not forty.) The first girlfriend brought back, She thought she would never see her lovely sons bring back girlfriends or boyfriends in her lifetime.

"That's the climate in England."

"You studied at Caltech in the United States? It must be very warm there." Mr. Holmes said, his hair was all white, he was wearing a knitted vest, and he was very kind.

"Yes, the California sun is warm, but it's too hot in the summer," Francis said, "but there are nice beaches."

"Oh, maybe we can travel there, Richard." Since Mrs. Holmes retired, she and her husband have been devoted to traveling.

"Excellent recommendation, Francis," said Mr. Holmes. "Can you play chess?"

Francis nodded: "A little bit."

"Play chess with me for a while, Mike and Xiali don't know how to let their old father go." Mr. Holmes buried his son.

Mrs. Holmes was busy in the kitchen, and Mycroft held Francis' hand: "I'll go find you later."

Mr. Holmes and Francis are playing chess in the living room, and the Holmes brothers have more things to talk about upstairs. Moriarty died and left a lot of things behind.

McCoff was very pleased with his younger brother's method of fighting against Moriarty. Although it was a little bearish, at least Sherlock still had no problem in terms of right and wrong.

When McCoff went upstairs and turned the corner, he took a look at the princess downstairs who was concentrating on playing chess and releasing water, and then went to the study and turned the handle to go in.

Mr. Holmes could just see the stairs and noticed the unusual behavior of the eldest son. He smiled knowingly. Although his sons' IQs were half higher than ordinary people, emotionally they were just ordinary people.

"They are really different, aren't they?" Mr. Holmes, as the only one in the family whose IQ was within the normal range, said to Francis with a smile.

Francis was racking her brains on how to lose chess, she suddenly raised her head when she heard this sentence, Mr. Holmes has a pair of eyes similar to those of the McCoffs.

"Oh, yes." Francis reflected that Mr. Holmes was speaking of his sons. "As a matter of fact, they are quite remarkable."

"However, my dear, don't imagine them to be omnipotent. Especially emotionally." Mr. Holmes smiled to the girl the eldest son liked. "Mike has been lonely for a long time, and my children are very lonely." Especially, but they feel far more lonely than other children. I feel happy when I see you, Francis."

Francis frowned subconsciously. The first time they met, she and Sherlock returned from Italy a year ago. At that time, she and Mycroft were innocent.

"Mike never showed us girls, neither did boys. When I saw Mike looking at you, it was the same as the way I looked at Helena. Don't look at her gray hair now, and her frown also appeared." Mr. Holmes looked at his wife who was busy in the kitchen and whispered, "She is still as beautiful and charming as when she was young."

Francis couldn't help laughing: "Now I know where McCoff's charming temperament comes from."

"Oh, don't let Helena hear it, she won't be able to fall asleep so happy." Mr. Holmes said with a naughty tone. When he saw Mrs. Holmes walking over with black tea, he immediately focused on the chessboard.

"This is for you, dear, may I call you Siss?"

"Of course, Helena, please do whatever you want." Francis said to Mrs. Holmes with a smile while taking the black tea.

Mrs. Holmes patted her husband on the back and said, "If the old man talks too much, all you have to do is poke him."

"Haha, I will. Thank you, Helena." Francis looked at Mr. Holmes, who lip-synched 'fascinating' at her, making Francis laugh out loud.

It really was the funnest Christmas she had ever had.

The author has something to say: It's time to give Frances the image of a model couple.

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