The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

Ronaldo usually doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like to tell others what's on his mind. He doesn't know what's going on today, but when he saw Cecil, he naturally talked about what happened some time ago.

Cecil never listened to other people's worries. He didn't care about anyone or anything except music, but today he listened to Ronaldo's resignation and anxiety some time ago inexplicably.Perhaps it was the gentle wind blowing from the river, or the warm sunshine, or the wonderful sound from a distance, which made Cecil feel very good and patient at this moment.

Ronaldo saw Cecil's expressionless face after he finished speaking, and realized that he had said a bunch of irrelevant things, and his expression was a little embarrassed, "Sorry, Mr. Holmes, I..." How could he tell Mr. Holmes about himself.

Cecil glanced at Ronaldo's suit, and he knew it was a custom-made suit, which was very formal. "Are you going to a concert?" He remembered the last time the football kid said he had been to a concert in Manchester.

Ronaldo nodded: "Yes."

"You like music?"

"like."

Hearing Ronaldo's affirmative answer, Cecil's cold dark green eyes showed a smile, "Not bad." For those who like music, Cecil has always been "pleasant".

Ronaldo, who was praised by Cecil, his eyes suddenly became bright, and a happy smile appeared on his immature and handsome face.

"I liked the tune that Mr. Holmes played that day."

The bright smile on Ronaldo's face was brighter than the sun, and Cecil was dazzled for a moment.

"Mr. Holmes, will there be any music you played that day in tonight's concert?" Ronaldo looked at Cecil expectantly.

Seeing Ronaldo looking at him with sparkling eyes, the corner of Cecil's mouth raised an invisible arc, "Yes."

"that is really good."

Seeing Ronaldo so excited and happy, Cecil looked at him with interest, "What's the good thing?"

Ronaldo scratched his head embarrassingly, "I don't understand music, but when I heard the two songs you played that day, I felt like I was running and scoring goals on the court. My blood was boiling, and I was full of fighting spirit and energy."

There was a look of satisfaction in Cecil's eyes, "I still have some brains."

Ronaldo suddenly thought of the news he had seen before, and couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Holmes, was the piece you played that day a new one?" He remembered that Mr. Holmes said that he was lucky and was the first to hear that piece of music. people.

"I told you you were lucky."

"I must have been favored by God." Ronaldo felt very honored and proud in his heart.

"I am God." Cecil never believed in God, let alone God.

Ronaldo: "..." Mr. Holmes must have misheard what he just said.How could Mr. Holmes say that he himself is God.

Seeing Ronaldo's expression, Cecil knew what he was thinking without guessing, and said with some disgust: "Sure enough, it's still stupid."

Ronaldo: "..." Did he say something wrong?

Cecil raised his hand and looked at his watch. Seeing that it was getting late, he decided to go back.If you don't go back, that guy Wilson will fall ill again.

Seeing that Cecil was about to leave, Ronaldo suppressed his doubts and said with a smile, "Mr. Holmes, please do your best tonight's concert, it will definitely be a success."

When Cecil heard this, he had an expression of "you're talking nonsense", "I take back what I just said."

Ronaldo was at a loss: "What words?"

"You are not stupid, you are very stupid." Cecil turned and left after speaking, regardless of Ronaldo who was hurt by his words.

"Am I hated by Mr. Holmes?" Ronaldo shed sad tears against the wind.

Cecil went back to the hotel by car and was not bothered by Wilson.It's not because Wilson has changed his gender, but because Wilson never had a chance to talk.

"Cecile, you don't live in the Middle Ages, please take your mobile phone with you when you go out." Mycroft was very dissatisfied with the fact that his little brother never used a mobile phone, because he often couldn't contact his little brother.For him who has a strong desire for control, this is simply unbearable.

Cecil directly ignored the nagging Mycroft, and said to Wilson who was standing aside as a set: "Why are you here?"

Wilson: "..." Shouldn't he be here?

"Cecile, are you listening to me?"

Cecil was very direct: "No."

Mycroft had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, he wanted to vomit but couldn't, and he wanted to swallow but it was very difficult.

"Mycroft, why are you here?" Cecil's tone was full of disgust.

After silently saying "I am the eldest brother, I must be generous to my younger brother" N times in my heart, Mycroft smiled stiffly, "Why can't I be here?" Compared with the younger brother, Sherlock is much more obedient.Isn't Cecil's rebellious period over yet?

"The British government is about to go bankrupt?" Cecil sat on the sofa, folding his legs gracefully, "Or was the Military Intelligence Service blown up by Sherlock?"

Mycroft has always been too lazy to respond to the childish taunts from his little brother. He sat down on the sofa opposite Cecil and folded his hands on the handle of the big black umbrella, "Your concert tonight, The queen and both princes will be there."

Cecil raised his eyebrows, "So?"

"After the concert, you and I will meet the queen and the two princes."

Cecil looked at Mycroft with idiot eyes, "Mycroft, did you go out today and leave your brain at home?"

"The queen and the two princes want to see you." It was actually the two princes who wanted to see Cecil, especially Prince Harry.

"The door is behind you." Cecil directly issued the order to evict the guest.

Mycroft was very helpless with his little brother's reckless attitude.If it was Sherlock, he could also threaten Sherlock to compromise.But Cecil... No matter how he threatened it, it was useless.

"After it's over, you can take time to meet them."

"not see."

"The Queen may have invited you to play at Buckingham Palace on Christmas."

"Not interested in."

"The queen and the two princes love your music."

"It is none of my business."

"Why has nothing to do with you?"

Cecil was too lazy to talk nonsense with McCoff, so he raised his head and said to Wilson, "Call Lestrade and tell him to take McCoff back."

"Cecile!!!" For the disobedient little brother, Mycroft felt a headache.

As a result, Mycroft was kicked out of the hotel by his ruthless little brother.

Seeing that Mycroft came back with a cold face, Lestrade knew without thinking that he had hit a wall with Cecil. "It's normal for Cecil not to agree, but it's not normal for Cecil to agree to you."

"That's the queen and the prince!" Mycroft said darkly.

"In Cecil's eyes, they are nothing." Lestrade poured a glass of water and handed it to Mycroft, "It's not like you don't know."

Mycroft sighed deeply and helplessly: "Cecil is like this... how can I rest assured..." He used to have the most headache for Sherlock, but Sherlock already has John, so he doesn't need to worry about it.It was Cecil who worried him most now.

"I think Cecil is fine, you worry too much." Lestrade, who was often laughed at by Sherlock, felt that Cecil was simply an angel, at least he hadn't been ridiculed by Cecil.

Mycroft frowned and said, "We must find a partner like John for Cecil. With a partner, Cecil might be like Sherlock."

Lestrade thought about the picture of John and Cecil together in his mind, and was deeply struck, "John is not suitable for Cecil."

"John belongs to Sherlock, of course it's not suitable for Cecil. I want Cecil to find an ordinary person like John."

"It's unlikely."

"Sherlock can accept John, so Cecil can accept ordinary people like John."

"Don't mess around." Lestrade was afraid that Mycroft would mess up the couple, and Cecil would be angered by then.

Mycroft raised the corner of his mouth and smiled meaningfully: "I know it well."

Ronaldo, who was still walking by the Thames, suddenly felt a creepy chill, which made him shiver uncontrollably.