[TV] She forgot again

The old house of the Holmes family has a magnificent architectural style. The ancient bricks and stones are covered with green creepers. The old house, which has been quiet all year round, has become alive today.

Parents who were able to give birth to and raise two uneasy brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock, must not be considered ordinary mortals, so the Holmes couple quickly accepted the fact that there were two Sherlocks.

Mrs. Holmes even complained to her dear husband: "If only Xiali who appeared later was a girl, dear, you know, I have always wanted a daughter."

Then the old Mr. Holmes answered his wife's complaint in a serious manner: "It's okay, if you want to raise Sherlock as a girl now, I won't object. But now we should have a daughter, and Sherlock will come home this time. A girl came back."

Although Nicole had the confidence to make the Holmes couple accept and like her, she didn't expect their acceptance to come so quickly.

From the tone of old Mr. Holmes, he was extremely satisfied to be able to sell his sons.

And Mrs. Holmes' affection for Nicole and Watson...it's just too much for them.

Nicole and Watson are very suspicious that Mycroft and Sherlock's feelings have been swallowed up by their mother alone!

"You are so polite, what Christmas presents do you give as a family?" Mrs. Holmes beckoned the servants to put the presents under the huge Christmas tree, and sat down with Nicole and Watson with bright eyes. Very enthusiastic.

Watson: Wait a minute, I feel like there is some misunderstanding?

Nicole: Mrs. Holmes looks scary!

In the first 10 minutes of conversation, Nicole and Watson thought it was quite normal, but after that, the topic became more and more wrong, and Mrs. Holmes completely led her astray:

"Nicole! Watson! Look what I found? It's a picture of Xiali when he was a child!" Mrs. Holmes spared no effort to dig out all the dark history of Sherlock.

"Nicole! Watson! You must try the little cherry pie I made. When Charlie was a child, if he refused to take a bath, I threatened him with this." Mrs. Holmes revealed Sherlock's secrets in minutes.

"And this! And this! The video that Mike and his father filmed when he was five years old is a play of "Les Miserables." Mrs. Holmes exposed not only Sherlock but also Mycroft.

"and also……"

Mrs. Holmes manages to force Mycroft and the Sherlocks out of the house.

In the silver-clad garden of the old house, Mycroft stood on each side of Sherlock, and the three stood with their backs to the house.

People in the house turned their heads and looked through the window, and they could see three guys of about the same height standing in front of a row of pruned plants despite the cold, with their left hands in their pockets and their right hands in front of them. Rubbing to do something.

Their backs are surprisingly similar, harmonious and lovely.

Sherlock exhaled a puff of misty white smoke, and turned his head slightly: "I helped you successfully prevent the Coventry incident from happening again, don't rush to thank me, I will leave with Nicole after dinner, you go and tell them. "

Big Sherlock flicked the cigarette in his hand, without even thinking about it, he directly refuted his other self: "It seems that love has made you unable to distinguish the most basic things."

Mycroft took a puff of cigarette and answered with a smile: "Indeed, strictly speaking, Nicole got the phone and prevented the recurrence of the incident in Coventry."

Sherlock snorted lightly, with a natural pride on his face, and retorted sharply: "For me."

Mycroft choked, glared at the shameless younger brother, and carefully placed the hand holding the cigarette in front of him.

There was another silence.But the silence is reassuring and peaceful.

Big Sherlock's calm eyes focused on the infinite distance, breaking the silence: "Have you ever thought about me, the me three years ago, who would be so deeply emotional?"

Mycroft made no answer, and white smoke came out of his mouth.

"Did it ever occur to you that there might be something wrong between us?"

"There is indeed something wrong." Sherlock answered harshly.

Mycroft didn't look at any of his younger brothers, and said slowly, "Life ends, leaving only a broken heart, and love is useless. If only a few days ago, I would have told you so. Now..."

Mycroft didn't finish, because he wasn't sure either.

The best facts are in front of you, two Sherlocks, two different endings.The brains they are most proud of can't tell them the answer.

When the three of them were not paying attention, a bronze carved window behind them was suddenly opened. Mrs. Holmes stared and reprimanded her sons loudly: "Are you two... are you three smoking?"

The Sherlocks and Mycroft turned quickly, with their right hands behind their backs, and answered their mother calmly.

"No." Mycroft gave his mother a standard smile.

"It's Mycroft." Great Sherlock pointed at Mycroft from the left.

"It's Mycroft." Sherlock pointed at Mycroft from the right.

Mycroft was furious.

Mrs. Holmes looked sternly at her troubled boys, and gave them a menacing look before closing the window.

Nicole, who was sitting on the soft sofa, also saw her own Mr. Detective through the gap in the window opened by Mrs. Holmes.Good hearing allowed her to clearly hear how he and Big Sherlock confidently took the blame on their brother.

It's so cute.

"I didn't even know Sherlock smoked!" Watson looked out again with a slightly surprised tone.

Nicole was not surprised at all: "They hardly smoke at ordinary times. They should be quite depressed now."

Holmes never celebrate Christmas, at least Mycroft and Sherlock.They'll just watch people cheer and celebrate a boring festival that means nothing to them, and slap their tongues.

Soon, the three people standing in the garden stubbed out their cigarette butts and entered the house one after another.

It was not long before dinner time, and the lonely Mycroft was so bored that he began to complain to his mother again.

Big Sherlock was sitting with his little friend Watson, one of them was playing with his mobile phone and didn't know what he was doing, and the other was chatting happily with old Mr. Holmes.

Nicole was embraced by the cold Sherlock.Rubbing Sherlock with the top of her head, Nicole stuffed a cup of hot coffee into his hand: "No wonder Mycroft's hairline is getting more and more worrying." Could not be more painful.

Sherlock just circled Nicole, held the coffee in his hand, and said in a low voice: "We'll leave after dinner."

Nicole tilted her head back and asked, "Mother Holmes asked us to stay for two more days."

Hearing Nicole's address for his mother, Sherlock's eyes lit up, and his mood immediately improved a lot, but his mouth was still self-willed: "It's so boring here, why do humans celebrate Christmas? It's a waste of time. "

Then who dragged Nicole to meet her parents?

"For the sake of our rare return, you have to cherish the time you stay at your mother's house. If you are bullied in the future, there will be no one to support you." Nicole teased half-jokingly.

Sherlock snorted and didn't even look at Nicole, obviously dissatisfied with her answer.

Nicole adjusted her sitting posture again, turned her head and kissed the corner of Sherlock's mouth comfortingly.

How could Sherlock, who had been hungry for a while, let go of the welfare that was on his lips, clasped the person in his arms, and deepened the kiss unceremoniously.

For a moment, Nicole seemed to be enveloped by Sherlock's desolate aura.This is the taste that she can't stop - cold and abstinent, but also because of her, she has sunk to the bone.

Soon Sherlock felt a pair of soft, boneless hands running all the way up his shirt, across his collarbone and neck.

Nicole's dishonest hand finally rested on Sherlock's curly hair.Rubbing the curly hair with excellent touch, Nicole's warm fingertips pressed against Sherlock's scalp. The wonderful feeling made Sherlock's scalp tense instantly and then completely relaxed.

Kissing and kissing Nicole, she became restless. She first bit Sherlock's lips lightly, and then let go when the other party wanted to bite back. She sent her soft tongue and began to forcefully sweep Sherlock's mouth.In the end, Nicole ended the long and sweet kiss while Sherlock was still thinking.

Sherlock nestled on the sofa, his ears still felt the numb feeling of being blown, the temperature of Nicole's fingertips remained on his scalp, his heart was beating rapidly, and his blood was rushing.The whole person was provoked, but the guy who made trouble patted his ass and left at this moment.

After teasing Sherlock, Nicole ran to help Mrs. Holmes refreshed, completely ignoring a big detective who had been hungry for a long time.

After dinner, Sherlock compromised and was willing to stay in the old house for a few days.Even Mycroft, Big Sherlock and Watson were left overnight.

For this reason, Mycroft and Big Sherlock united front for the first time, fighting against Sherlock with the same enemy.

Sherlock, who was teased by Nicole during the day, naturally felt that he could eat meat at night, but he was rejected by Nicole directly at night, and was also punished by his unscrupulous brothers.

Of course, no one benefits.

Nicole woke up the next day and was frightened when she opened the door after washing up.

In winter, Sherlock put on a thin pajamas over his shirt, and stuck to the door with his bare feet in thin pajama pants.

Although the heating was turned on in the room, Nicole looked cold like this.

"Why are you here? Still not wearing shoes?" Nicole was thrown into the arms of Sherlock as soon as she opened the door.Holding Sherlock, who was not a little heavy, Nicole had no choice but to take him back to the room.

Sherlock's eyes are a little hazy at the moment, completely out of his usual shrewd look, and he looks at Nicole cutely and doesn't speak.

He reached out and touched Sherlock's forehead.Hiss—it's terribly hot.

Nicole knew without thinking that Mr. Detective, who was in good health and had a fever without any symptoms, was playing a trick.

Not only can Mycroft and Big Sherlock, who teamed up to deal with him last night, be scolded by Mrs. Holmes, but it can also make his dear little fiancee soft-hearted and take care of him all the time, and finally gain something for himself. Welfare.

What a perfect trick.

But Nicole accepts this bitter trick willingly.

I don't know what strange things this guy ate and what troublesome things he did to get sick.

Nicole sighed, and resignedly coaxed Sherlock to lie down on the bed with a soft voice, but a certain guy who was already dizzy couldn't cooperate.

"Sherlock, be obedient. Lie down, okay?" Nicole didn't know that the sick Sherlock was so difficult to coax.

Sherlock looked at Nicole fixedly, and it took him a long time to answer: "No."

After tossing for a long time, Nicole settled the restless Sherlock in a single sofa.After wrapping Sherlock in two layers of blankets and helping him put on thick slippers, Nicole hurried downstairs to inform the Holmes couple that their youngest son was ill.

Unsurprisingly, Mycroft took the blame again.

Sherlock, who was a little chaotic, had a fever, but he was not yet stupid. He turned a blind eye to the contemptuous eyes from his brother, and devoted himself to playing the role of a patient who wanted to be cared for.

The usefulness of the military doctor Watson at this time is reflected.

He examined Sherlock carefully, and then ordered his servant to go to his clinic to get the medicine: "Mrs. Holmes, please rest assured that his fever is not very high. He will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine on time and getting a good night's sleep. "

"Watson, you'd better check more carefully, maybe this guy will burn himself stupid." Big Sherlock stood aside and said sarcastic words.He and Mycroft knew best what Sherlock had done to win the sympathy of his other half.

"Sherlock!"

"Sherlock."

Mrs. Holmes and Watson spoke in unison.

Big Sherlock could only shut his mouth bored, watching his other self put on a show.He didn't believe that this guy couldn't cure his own little fever.

Sherlock didn't care about Big Sherlock's thoughts, he just nestled on the sofa, listlessly wrapped in a blanket, and looked at Nicole pitifully.Perhaps because of the fever, Sherlock, who had always been pale, now had a faint blush on his face, giving people a different kind of beauty.

Similarly, Sherlock is not so clear-headed and calm because of his sick brain, so he is also handy in playing rogues.

The author has something to say:

happy holidays! mua!

However, today is the second and last day of the cp20 comic exhibition.Wo, who got the news last night, felt that he had missed the whole world, and struggled for a long time whether to go or not, however. . .Still too lazy to go out at 29 degrees and 30 degrees.

But the nest saw a photo!The master of cosplay inside is super super punctual! ! !