Sherlock fan - Wrong

Soon, the Christmas of the year came again, and this Christmas gave Jasmine a headache again.Jasmine was invited to Holmes's old house for Christmas. When they first met, Mycroft joked whether he could imagine Christmas in his family.It's good now, don't even imagine it, let's wait and see.

But the truth is, for Mycroft, this Christmas is the most worry-free, because he no longer has to chase after Sherlock's little bastard, using all kinds of tricks, intimidation, and kidnapping. He even went so far as to paralyze the ticketing systems of trains and planes, just to pack his precious brother home. To be honest, McCoff spent a whole year working in MI[-] with less effort than this. one tenth.Mycroft knew very well that this Christmas, Sherlock would appear consciously without saying a word.If I knew this earlier, I might as well get married a few more times to save my worries.

Through the innate elegance of Mycroft and Sherlock, it seems that Mrs. Holmes's elegance and charm can be seen, but in fact her elegance is far beyond Jasmine's imagination.When she greeted Jasmine with an extremely kind gesture, Jasmine felt that she was at a loss under her piercing gaze.

Mrs. Holmes is obviously more miraculous than Mycroft and Sherlock. After all, she alone took on the important task of cultivating the two most dazzling elites in the British Empire.Looking at the upbringing of Mycroft and Sherlock, it's unimaginable how much their mother put in their upbringing.Yes, Sherlock's upbringing, don't underestimate Sherlock's upbringing.Although his mouth is very poisonous, you will almost never hear swear words from him, and most of his behaviors and habits are also very standardized, and his every move reveals an aristocratic atmosphere.It's no wonder that when they met for the first time, Jasmine heard Mycroft bring their mother out to reprimand Sherlock, and even though Sherlock took the blame, the actual effect was very impressive.If someone dared to slander and hurt their wise mother, these two brothers must have a way to make that person's mother regret bringing him into this world.In short, Jasmine felt guilty that she would be named Sherlock Holmes in the near future.

Sherlock didn't arrive on time as they had hoped, but Mycroft and his mother were extremely confident, and it turned out that they were right.

Sherlock, who came late, embraced his mother warmly, and leaned his head gently on his mother's shoulder, looking extremely relieved.Mrs. Holmes looked at her youngest son distressedly, brushed his curly hair, and blamed: "Look at you, have you been disobedient again? Why have you lost a pound and a half? But thank God, it's much better than before, Sherly .”

"Mommy, why didn't you tell me that Mycroft lost seven and a half pounds? But he must be enjoying himself."

"Don't bully your brother. How dare you say, what trouble have you caused your brother? I'm sure he hasn't used diet pills for several years. Go, say hello to your brother and sister-in-law."

Sherlock acquiesced in his identity as a troublemaker, and hugged his brother obediently.If it was normal, Jasmine would probably gloat and admire Sherlock's deflated appearance.But when Sherlock, who hadn't seen her for half a year, came over with a serious face, kissed her and said solemnly: "Welcome, Jasmine." She was obviously not in that mood.

The Christmas dinner doesn't seem to be as scary as McCoff said. I don't know if Brother McCoff is alarmist again.It really was a normal Christmas family meal, if not for Sherlock's habit of slipping cauliflower onto his dear brother's plate when his mother wasn't looking, and sneaking into his brother's sweets.In short, there are no screams, stick techniques, Japanese wrestling, or even small destructive attacks such as splashing red wine.

After dinner, as Jasmine expected, Mycroft was called into the study by his mother.Jasmine didn't plan to be in the same room with Sherlock, she wandered around the yard by herself, and finally stopped in front of the swing set, admiring the starry sky that was much more beautiful than London at night.

"If you fall in love with a flower on a certain planet. Then, as long as you look up at the starry sky at night, you will feel that the stars all over the sky are like blooming flowers." The familiar voice came from behind, deep and beautiful.

Sherlock handed Jasmine a glass of wine, while shaking the glass in his hand intently: "When I was very young, after dinner every night, Mycroft and I liked to stay here and look at the stars, read a chapter or two "The Little Prince", "Treasure Island", he prefers "The Little Prince", maybe just because it is more suitable for the occasion." Sherlock shook the swing gently, as if concentrating on memories.

Jasmine didn't know how to start a conversation, so she nodded awkwardly.She took a sip of the wine, the taste was very strange, and she changed the topic: "What kind of wine is this? Well... It tastes amazing."

"Arbitrarily tuned. The necessary skills for a detective, when handling a case..."

"lie!"

"Well, mix whatever rum, punch, vodka, whatever you have in the house."

"Do you often fool around like this in my lab?"

"I never mess around!"

"Mycroft doesn't think so..." Damn it, why did you mention McCoff? If you drink too much, you must have drunk too much!

Sherlock's drinking capacity was even lighter, and he was obviously slightly drunk. He shook Jasmine's arm unconsciously, and babbled about some things about their childhood, from childhood until Mycroft went to Oxford to study and then he took drugs and quit drugs.It is not difficult to see that Mycroft is both an authority and a shadow in his heart.He seemed to be talking to Jasmine, and it seemed more like he was intoxicated in the night.Jasmine stood sideways to him, listening patiently while drinking dull wine with him in silence.

When Jasmine felt Sherlock pull her hand tight, trying to catch her pulse again, Jasmine dodged wittyly: "Sherlock, a trick can only be used once. I am not Irene Adler, this trick It's useless to me." Of course, she still unconsciously avoided his probing eyes.

"It's useless? Then why are you hiding? Hmm?" Sherlock grabbed her wrist forcefully, Jasmine lost her mind, and was caught off guard by him and almost fell on top of him.

Sherlock seemed to be accepting the results of the melee combat skills that Jasmine had learned in the past few months.Jasmine applied all the simple martial arts grasping and escaping techniques she had learned, but this had no effect at all. Sherlock still effortlessly resisted the attack of her legs, and fixed her hands on top of her head with one hand. The other arm rests across her throat.

"Mycroft's training as an agent is a complete mess. You're going to fail at all."

Jasmine didn't dare to struggle hard for fear of hurting him, but felt that he was surrounded by the smell of wine, almost to the point of smelling each other.She didn't know whether it was because of the smell of alcohol or because of shame and anger, but she felt her face was burning hot at the moment, and the heat spread all the way to her ears.

"Let go!"

Sherlock gritted his teeth and said, "Admit that you lost!"

"I'm not playing a game with you, damn it. You heard me clearly, I'm not Irene Adler, and I'm not your devil Mycroft, this is not a damn game!" Choose words: "What's the point? If I lose, you win? You really want to win, but you still can't win. Look at the big game between you and McCaw. For God's sake, what dissatisfaction do you have, damn it Yes, you go to Mycroft, why are you angry with me?"

"Say you lost!"

"Why? Yes, I lost! So what if I lose? If I lose, I should admit defeat, and wait like a fool for the rest of my life when it's over? I have never waited for you, and I always know that I don't have that Qualifications." Jasmine couldn't cover her face, but she still cried like a little girl without any scruples, she didn't care about the ugly appearance of her crying at all.

Jasmine saw Sherlock's eyes at this time were gentle and drunk, and there was a little her in the black eyes.Sherlock leaned down, the little girl gradually grew, until his lips slowly pressed up

Jasmine was very clear that through the floor-to-ceiling window over there, Mycroft could clearly see this scene.However, her mind was blank and she let herself be intoxicated by this beauty.She was reminiscing about the slightly sweet wine just now, its name might be Sherlock's Kiss.

The author has something to say: a candy with glass slag in it.The Christmas dinner at the Fuji family is a dividing point, which means that Jasmine has completely entered the world of Sherlock Holmes, and there is no turning back.Of course, this small episode did not bring any direct and substantive progress to Xia Mo, but it didn't mean that it didn't happen to Mai Ge.On the contrary, as the sober one, Mai Ge must have been shocked at that moment.Probably for the first time, he felt that he didn't know his younger brother so well, but no matter what, he saw it, which meant that his original plan of treating Jasmine as his real wife was impossible to proceed without any grievances.Mai Ge himself obviously has no love for Jasmine, and he himself doesn't like such feelings, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't agree with or approve of his younger brother's own.After all, Mai Ge is also very happy that John exists as his younger brother's best friend, so it's not that he can't allow his younger brother to have ordinary people's feelings.That time with Irene, it was because of his own disapproval of Irene, which was different.So you don't need to worry that Mai Ge will become an obstacle to Xia Mo's relationship development. On the contrary, he may take the initiative to become the catalyst.