[Zhongyingmei] Younger brother

People who claim to be geniuses are generally difficult to get along with, whether it is Mycroft or Sherlock, or Wilde hundreds of years ago.

Sherlock will always have a way to toss Mycroft and keep him up all night, holding a book of The Happy Prince Tales, and Mycroft reads it in at least three languages. Fulfillment of a wish will make one drift off to sleep.

Mycroft felt that Wilde not only had some arrogant remarks when he was alive, but he still tortured people with his high opinions after death, which is really too bad.

There is only a thin volume of The Happy Prince's story collection. Both Mycroft and Sherlock have read it back then, but when I talk about it today, Sherlock's evaluation is still: "Stupid!"

It sounded like he was about to fall asleep, Mycroft rubbed the center of his brows, snorted, and then Sherlock immediately couldn't help expressing his desire, "I still can't figure it out, why he wants to Describe the insignificant relationship before? Shouldn’t it be enough to be called the Happy Prince only in the second half?”

"Fairy tales? BabySherl, forget about it."

If it wasn't for Mycroft's hope that Sherlock could honestly take over the tasks he assigned to him tomorrow, there would be a thousand kinds of Sherlocks lying on the sidelines, coquettish, brats, □□□, Sherlock Holmes!

Mycroft rubbed his head, ignored Sherlock, turned off the bedside light on his side, and kept sleeping in the dark, and then Sherlock kept making noises on the side. After finding out that McCoff was indifferent, He started making small moves again and again.

Such as kicking Mycroft's calf with his cold feet and snorting.

Mycroft resisted not using his feet to kick the person behind him out of the bed, and then the person behind him took an inch and started poking his back with his fingers, and scratching back and forth, McCoff clearly felt Come out, it's Boring, with Mycroft.

If it is regarded as the execution of a mouse, then you can sleep peacefully.

Then the huge mouse behind McCoff obviously didn't want to be quiet, "I have the keys to your house."

Mycroft closed his eyes and replied: "Yes, you have it." Then McCoff was kicked in the calf again.

"I can quarrel with you at the Diogenes Club!" This was accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth.

"Yes, if I will." Mycroft's voice was extremely low.

"I can freely enter and exit your MI6 office." The voice sounded a little smug this time.

"Yeah."

"So I can kill you right now! Hang with a scarf!! Stretch you!!!"

Mycroft couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

Then Mycroft really got strangled!

He was strangled by his young brother's skinny and thin arm, and heard Sherlock's onomatopoeia like a child playing a game.

Mycroft's shoulders couldn't help but collapsed, which made the hand that was holding his neck from behind in a persistent state instantly empty. The technique counter turned the situation upside down.

Mycroft twisted Sherlock's hands, cut Sherlock's hands behind his back, took out the tie on the bedside table in the dark, and tied Sherlock's hands with one hand.

A knot that is absolutely inescapable and is widely used in Japanese | Erotic | Erotic | rope performances.

A strike-like movement made the less athletic Mycroft a little breathless, but Sherlock was completely focused on the knot he couldn't see, and the ten slender and flexible fingers were constantly trying to check the knot. what it looks like.

"I'll make sure you can't untie it." Mycroft's words made Sherlock stop his futile actions. Sherlock will never understand this kind of thing related to the far east, "If you can't be honest , then it will stay with you all night."

Sherlock snorted for a while, then moved his hand, trying to let Mycroft untie it.

Thank goodness!

When Mycroft untied Sherlock in his training uniform, he thought to himself, and even couldn't help thinking about John who was far away at his girlfriend's house, and asked casually, "How do you want to kill John?"

"Of course it was poisoned!" Sherlock said indifferently, "He didn't even know that he couldn't pick up the food passed by others, so he just put it on his face that he was going to be poisoned!

So, I did some experiments with him, and today he has a low-grade fever for the second week, but he didn't even notice it. "

"Stopit!" Mycroft yelled at his younger brother, frowning, his expression looked serious, and turned to Sherlock who had just turned around, "I thought, you wanted to make friends with him , that’s why he was allowed to move into 221B.”

Mycroft has never taught Sherlock how to treat other people. Mycroft can learn the best experience from other people's contacts, but he never thought of making friends. McCoff was different, McCoff could see that.

So this is the real reason why McCaw agreed to John moving into 221B, and McCoff didn't expect that Sherlock would bring McCaw's habit of using people around him to the people he wanted to make friends with.

Sherlock's face stiffened after being reprimanded, and he might change to the expression he had when he provoked Mycroft at any time. It seemed that the drowsiness had really disappeared from the noisy bed just now, and it brought a tense tension.

"If you want to make a partner, a friend." Mycroft changed to a lighter word after thinking about a lover or a partner, "then you have to learn how to treat him instead of using them."

In the darkness, they could only see each other's outlines and touch, but as brothers, they could easily understand what the other was saying. Mycroft felt that Sherlock was thinking and gradually relaxing.

"Why not? Aren't you ready to use everything around you?"

"I don't need friends, Sherlock."

"Whatever?"

"I'm afraid so."

Then Sherlock lost his temper again, and he tied the tie in a knot and threw it on the floor.But he was happy, and he lay back on the bed, and even asked again, "Hank?"

When Sherlock was together, he would try to guess John's middle name, which was abbreviated to H. It was impossible for Sherlock to deduce a name that was not used, and it was even more impossible to ask from John.However, Mycroft knew that John had been investigated by MI6 almost from birth to now. Sherlock swore that John's annual health checklist must be kept by McCoff!

"Would you be glad to know him from me?" Mycroft was not so sleepy now, and even thought he could chat for a while.God knows how much this will affect work tomorrow and have another dentist appointment tomorrow night!

"If you want to know, I can give you his birth certificate."

"Nope!

Bedside-"

Mycroft said in a quick tone, "There is no better match between a fickle swallow and a cunning prince! Sherlock, this is the understanding of this story. It's time for you to sleep. Baby, you have to understand, this is telling You, no matter who you are, will always have a match, no matter how bad you are."

"Well, likeyou." Sherlock still wanted to taunt Mycroft at the end, and then he got the same evaluation from McCoff, "Yes, likeyou."

Yes, if you are like me, no matter how bad it is, there will be someone to accompany you. McCoff will not forget that his mother once said that his brother is the one who will always accompany him.

The next morning, Mycroft, who is used to getting up early, forced Sherlock, who was wearing a sheet, to put on a suit after dinner and go out: "If you don't want the explosion to scare your little roommate, I think we should go back to the house before him." 221B."

"Yep."