[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

Mycroft Holmes can handle a lot of things, and rightfully so.But obviously that doesn't include his younger brother.

A creature like my younger brother was born with a problem that he would never be able to solve.

But if we go back to 27 years ago, we will face Holmes’ mother’s slightly disturbed question: “Myc, maybe, you would like to have a younger brother or sister? Maybe you won’t be as smart as you, but a younger brother who belongs to you alone, Oh sure, he won't treat you so unlovably like those bad boys out there."

Mycroft would still nod his head in agreement, although in fact the bastard boy named brother was much better than the outside group, and he could only mock people with bad words—although McCoff didn’t care about those at all—that group of bad boys still It's much more of a headache.

What's more, this little brother has given McCoff a headache until now.

God knows how much of the poor hair that falls out every day is because of that pissed toddler!

From worrying about him stealing his pudding when he was young, to explaining why he is different from others when he was a teenager.

Even now that he is a young man, he still has to worry about why he will live with a person he has only met a few times—and a man—at the same time!

If things go on like this, whether the poor hairline will recede, even McCoff himself is not sure, after all, the Sherlock Holmes family is born with a receding hairline!

Mycroft didn't want to cover it up with a womanly hairstyle like his younger brother.

Of course, that womanly hairstyle is probably why Sherlock laughs at Mycroft for gaining even an ounce of weight, but never mentions his increasingly smooth forehead.

No, none of this matters.

The important thing now is that Mycroft is going to take care of his young brother after another case is over.

Even though he was a younger brother who didn't even need a blanket to take care of his mood, as an older brother, it was necessary to show up to show his consideration, and by the way, observe the younger brother's cohabitants.

You know, the last meeting was not very pleasant. It seemed that Mycroft was regarded as a class enemy by the cohabitants of the younger brother.

The cohabitant, blond, small, looks resolute and decisive, plus maybe a bit like a teddy bear in the eyes of people with special quirks, and of course, childish.

The younger brother will always find someone so naive, except for him and his cohabitants, who would think that the villain will appear at the beginning.

When Mycroft arrived, his younger brother and his younger brother's co-stars emerged from the scene of the crime, and his younger brother expressed his opinion that blankets were useless for him.

Then it can be seen that they expressed dissatisfaction and surprise at the appearance of Mycroft.

Mycroft didn't expect a live-in meeting to make any difference, and his younger brother was dissatisfied every time, every time, no matter the circumstances.

So the usual modest self-introduction was interrupted by the younger brother.

"...I'm just a small part of the British government—"

"He's the British government when he's not busy being MI6 or doing a cameo in the CIA.

Good evening Mycroft, try not to start a war until I get home, you know what traffic can be like. ’ his younger brother provoked with a sarcastic compliment. Well, that’s how it ends every time.

Sherlock behaved like his little curly hair, disobedient.He didn't forget to remind his cohabitant when he turned around, as if he cared about his fluffy teddy bear very much.

Well, the idea of ​​a sober, six-foot curly with his giant teddy bear is kind of ludicrous.Mycroft reminded himself as he watched the back of his younger brother.

"So, when you said you cared about him, did you really care about him?"

"Yes, of course!"

The little guy looks really cute, innocent and cute.Perhaps, the younger brother just likes this?Excited about danger, innocent and straightforward, plus a little silly?Of course, there are surprisingly good marksmanship.

Mycroft knew from the information that Watson's marksmanship was good, but he didn't see that it would be so good. After shooting, his hand would tremble, but it calmed down during the conversation, which was unexpected.

"I said, is this really a child's anger?"

"He's always been so pissed."

"Can you imagine what our Christmas dinner was like?"

"Well, God, not at all. Well,—"

There is also a point that is quite unexpected, heterosexuality?This is what McCaw feels most noteworthy about.

Although all the labels are attached to being heterosexual, it does not mean that this is not bisexual.

"That soldier, that's funny. Also my brother's lifesaver, or made him more incurable."

Mycroft turned to his assistant and said, "In any case, let's raise their surveillance level and activate the third-level surveillance."

Mycroft agrees with Sherlock and Watson's relationship. After all, it can be seen that John is still very loyal to Sherlock, no matter whether his role is good or bad. After all, he can kill people for Sherlock.

"Sorry, Sir, whose surveillance level is that?"

"Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson."

Mycroft frowned at the assistant's disapproval. The assistant immediately turned to the phone expressionlessly and typed in the order quickly. Of course, McCoff couldn't see the sentence on the assistant's face: Sir, there are at least half of MI6. The men are nearly dispatched to Baker Street.

Maybe next time Miss Assistant's smart phone should be replaced with a feature phone?

Mycroft's superhuman desire for control and appropriate little evil thoughts, at the same time he looked at the little brother who didn't look back with some headaches.

When he was just born, it wasn't such a headache.

When Mycroft was six and a half years old, Mrs. Holmes asked the previous sentence, and then half a year later, a new member of the Holmes family was born, a small, wrinkled member, light hair, red pink The face is lumpy, and the irises of the eyes have little pigment, which is worrying.

'It's ugly. '

Mycroft frowned thinking about it, and was even stingy with using a bottle.Although he has an IQ and logical reasoning and application far superior to those of his peers, no one has ever told him that there will be a thing uglier than a monkey to be his brother.

"Myc, don't be like this, come, touch him, a flesh and blood with the same DNA as yours, a younger brother who will be related to you for a lifetime. It's cute, isn't it."

Mrs. Holmes's face was full of exhaustion, a childbirth would make a woman haggard for three years, but her eyes were full of tenderness.

Mycroft tried to touch it with his own hand, it was warm and soft. After being touched, he immediately held the hand that belonged to McCoff, and then giggled at McCoff.

'It's smiling at me! 'Mycroft thinks, is this a blood bond?Then I thought that I was wrong. In fact, the eyes of a newborn child cannot see things clearly.

Still, it feels pretty good.

Mycroft looked up at Mrs. Holmes and retorted: "The name you named me is Mycroft, not Myc!"

"Oh, well, kid, maybe you won't be called that when you're older." Mrs. Holmes was also very happy. In fact, only her eldest son, Mycroft, would refute her when he was in a happy mood.

This is not normal. Although she and her husband are representatives of geniuses in the eyes of ordinary people and can adapt to this kind of life, it does not mean that they will accept that their children will be treated differently because of this name.

Mycroft does not get along well with other children, and his IQ and EQ are far superior to seven-year-old children and even some adults.

This brings isolation and bullying. In fact, just in the university where Mrs. Holmes worked, there were quite a few cases of gifted teenagers being bullied at school.This is not a good thing, and Mrs. Holmes does not want this to happen to her son.

So, one time, when Mrs. Holmes saw the painting of Mycroft handed to her by the school teacher, she decided to add a younger brother to McCoff. Add a companion.

Like a railroad track, no matter how far it goes, or breaks somewhere, there are always two, so that it will not be so pitiful or completely useless.

After all, Mrs. Holmes and Mr. Holmes have to leave first, and it would be too pitiful if only Mycroft was left alone in this world.

Pity everyone who is a parent and loves their children.

On the painting that was asked to draw the world, there were only Mycroft and his parents, and the rest of the whole picture had only a few goldfish spitting bubbles.

The goldfish of the whole world, minus the family.

"Sherlock, his name is Sherlock Holmes, a younger brother who will always be with you, you have to protect him well."

Mrs. Holmes introduced the new members of the family to Mycroft.

Mycroft shook the finger held by the baby.

'Hello, Sherlock, I'm Mycroft.

It's your brother.

my little brother. '

Yes, the newborn Sherlock is quite cute, at least he won’t be stared at him all day long. In Mycroft’s office, there is at least a large wall-mounted glass display that can be switched to Sherlock’s at any time. on the monitor at the residence address.

Seeing Sherlock's leisurely look on the monitor, it was obvious that at least today's taxi driver murder case would satisfy him.You can fall asleep peacefully without even needing nicotine patches.

McCoff was a little confused about whether he should go to 221B to dry his little brother's curly hair before telling him to go to bed, when he saw the camera shake violently.

Sherlock, who was supposed to be asleep, was shooting at the monitor with a gun, still yelling irritably:

"Don't worry about how I sleep every day! The British government shouldn't be off work at this time, just to monitor me!"

My poor little brother, you should have known that the bedroom in the apartment can actually be switched to this scene.Still, he was so irritable.

Mycroft took a sip of the red wine beside the bed, then turned off the surveillance, hoping that Sherlock could be quiet for one night, at least one night.

If only he could be like those of his peers, Mycroft thought of knowing some of Sherlock's peers who were also talented.

Unsociable Sherlock didn't know them, and they seemed much easier to deal with, and much quieter.

Whether it's Reid who belongs to the FBI, or Sheldon who is a scholar.

If only Sherlock was as easy to deal with as they were.

Mycroft, who wanted to sleep, thought that compared to these two people, Sherlock seemed to have a lot less degree.

But Sherlock, who can raise the IQ of the whole street by himself, is much cuter.

At least in terms of that little curly hair.