My son can't be this cute

"I am the owner of the mobile phone. If you find my mobile phone, please mail it to me if it is convenient. I will pay you."

Watson responded with a text message. "No remuneration is required, please give me the address."

Soon, the text message rang again. It seemed that the person had a fight with his cohabitant, and they were a bit compulsive to quickly reply on the phone.Click to open it, it means that he is on a business trip, which happens to be the city where Watson is.

"Damn it." Watson muttered, didn't pay much attention, and asked where the other party was, maybe he could give it to the other party in person, and it didn't take long for the other party to reply, saying that he could go to Watson's side.

After thinking about it, the military doctor told the other party the location of the bar and his appearance so that they could recognize each other.

"Thank you very much."

This was the last text message. Watson put the phone in his pocket, and the young man had already started to urge him. He brushed his hair and followed.

On Baker Street, Sherlock held his son in one hand and a shopping bag from the supermarket in the other, and entered under the surprised gaze of Mrs. Hudson.

"Oh, Sherlock, you finally know how to be considerate, and I'm worried that you forgot to pick up our little baby." Mrs. Hudson hugged Little Teddy in her arms and kissed his nose. At such a close distance, even The landlady, whose eyesight has been impaired, also noticed something was wrong, and the baby in their apartment seemed to be crying.

"What's the matter, Teddy, who bullied you?" Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly. Teddy at the military doctor's house was so small, and his eyes were red from crying. He must have been bullied. The angry Mrs. Hudson I have already thought of seven or eight scenarios of being bullied in my mind.

"No, Grandma Hudson, Teddy is fine, it's just too windy, and I miss Daddy." Little Teddy said softly, he wasn't telling the truth, but this is the best, Hudson The wife can't be angry, it's not worth it.

"I think so. Sherlock is not a careful person." Mrs. Hudson sighed. It would be impossible without Watson in this family.Looking at her tenant with her head turned slightly, her lips were tightly pressed and her fingers were long and slender. The kind landlady showed a smile on her hands that had only touched experimental equipment and violins in her life.

"Sherlock, eat at my place tonight, and I can be your butler temporarily." The man rejected the words as soon as he finished speaking.

"No, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock turned around as he entered.

Little Teddy rolled his eyes and smiled, "Because Dad wants to make it for me himself."

"Honey, if I were you, don't try a novice's creation. You don't know how lazy your father is in this family. He has never cooked food, except for his experiments." Mrs. Hudson smiled Said, with a teasing look in his blue eyes, the man in front turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"Mrs. Hudson, don't doubt my ability."

"Dear Sherlock, cooking is not that simple." Mrs. Hudson said in an experienced tone. Of course, these meticulous things are always more suitable for people who love to laugh, and Dr. Watson will do it. well done.

"It won't be too difficult." Sherlock muttered, the food, the steps, are the same as doing an experiment, the experimental product, cutting, steps, and then the result.

"Okay, dear." Mrs. Hudson shrugged her shoulders, kissed Teddy's nose and said with a smile, "If you can't eat, come here and I'll make something delicious for you."

"Thank you, Grandma Hudson." Little Teddy said sweetly with rolled eyes.

Saying goodbye to the landlady, Little Teddy ran into the kitchen. His father had already taken off his coat, but he was still wearing a suit. It was obvious that he had never cooked.

Rolling his eyes, Little Teddy took off the bear apron, held it high and said, "Dad, wear this, or your clothes will get dirty."

Holding a potato in one hand and a scalpel in the other, Sherlock looked down at his son, pursing his lips reluctantly, the color was ugly, pink.

"Also, Dad, you don't use this knife for cooking. Don't think I don't know what you did with it yesterday." Little Teddy looked at the sharp scalpel in disgust. If Dad really used it to cut He wouldn't eat potatoes, it's too disgusting, and it's not a problem with Ivan in the refrigerator.

Sherlock glanced at the scalpel, then at the correct kitchen knife, withdrew his light-colored eyes, and reluctantly changed the knife under his son's stare.

"Come on, Dad, bend down, I have to put on your apron, otherwise it will cause more trouble for Daddy if the clothes get dirty."

Frowning, finally, the consulting detective bent down and let the little guy put the apron on himself.

"It's beautiful." Little Teddy praised with curved eyes.

"Obviously, you have inherited John's poor aesthetics." Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, the potatoes in his hand were quickly peeled, as long as they were used as experimental materials, cooking was a very important task. easy thing.

"You're awesome! Dad!" Sherlock was sure his son had inherited the Watson fuss gene, but that felt good.The admiration from his son obviously made the conceited detective even more happy, and the subsequent processing of the ingredients looked like juggling from the action.

Half an hour later, the food was finally brought out. Little Teddy took his child's fork, rolled up the noodles and took a sip, without speaking for a while.

Sherlock had kept his face expressionless with his hands on his lips, but when he saw that the boy didn't speak, he frowned.

"Unappetizing?"

"Well, it's delicious." Little Teddy raised his head, his big eyes were full of water.

"It's so bad that you're crying?" Sherlock didn't believe it. He took a fork and tasted it himself. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it, or that children's tastes are more unique. The detective recalled his childhood feelings about food while tasting, and then Dazed to find that this part of the memory seems to have been deleted as the content on the boring list.

A small head arched in his arms, Sherlock put down the fork and hugged the other person in his lap, and little Teddy clutched his father's shirt and sniffed.

"I'm sorry, Teddy has been causing trouble for you and Daddy."

"I should be worried if you don't cause trouble anytime soon." Sherlock spoke harsh words slowly, but instead of getting the usual protest, he got a soft touch. Little Teddy hugged his waist, The long eyelashes trembled.

"Daddy, Teddy really enjoys being around you."

Sherlock was silent, raised his right hand, and stroked the former's hair almost gently, "If you don't hate it, just keep it."

"If you can."

"OK."

The wind at night was a bit cool, but the temperature inside the bar was very high, or it should be said that it was because of the alcohol. Watson rubbed his temples, feeling old for the first time. In such a place, his nerves were jumping. Well, this is not Sherlock's terrifying violin sound at three o'clock in the middle of the night, but the noises made by countless Sherlocks when they are bored.

After talking to my colleagues, Watson went to the agreed place and waited, ready to return the phone to someone else.

"Sir, would you like a glass of wine?" the young waiter asked with a smile.

"No, no need." Watson waved his hand. He didn't want to get drunk outside, because Watson was a drinker. Maybe others would not believe it if he said it. Will become flushed, dizzy giggle.Watson's older sister, Harley, was a total alcoholic, and when she was not drunk she would poke her brother in the cheek and say he was actually a girl.

"You are a man, alcoholic!" Watson would retort angrily when he was young, which also caused Watson to hate alcohol.

After waiting for a while, just as Watson was about to call the other party's mobile phone, the person came over.It was a handsome man with slender eyebrows and black hair. He was tall and had a gentle smile. He was wearing simple clothes and was shy when he stood in front of Watson and greeted him.

"Hello, you are Mr. John Watson."

"Just call me John." Watson smiled while holding the other's hand, and shook it slightly.

"Then please call me Jim." The man smiled, with neat and white teeth, just like a shy big boy.

"Okay, Jim, here's your phone, here." Watson handed the phone to someone else, who stretched out his hand, and accidentally touched Watson's palm with his fingertips, it was cold, as warm as Sherlock's, However, the personalities of the two are really different. Watson sighed in his heart, just one of them is different, his cohabitant cannot be so polite, as long as he speaks, it is either a machine gun or poison.

"Thank you very much." The man said sincerely. He glanced at the bar and said with a smile, "Can I buy you a glass of wine as a thank you? Since you refuse to accept the reward."

"Sorry, I don't drink well." Watson thought for a while and decided to tell the truth. Although it was a bit embarrassing, it was better than dying here drunk.

"It's a little troublesome." The man frowned slightly, and Watson smiled, "You don't have to thank me, it's nothing."

"But it's not good." The man's eyes showed sincerity, he lowered his head and looked through his pockets, then found a teddy bear's keychain, and scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"I work for a teddy bear manufacturing company and I have these little things too, if you don't mind, please take this, your little ones will love it."

Watson asked in surprise, "How do you know I have a child?"

The man smiled, "Your age, and the tone of your speech, you can see that you are a gentle person. When the child passed by just now, you glanced at it several times, and your expression was very gentle, so generally speaking, there are already children. It's a baby, there is no problem of not liking children, the most important thing is, I found that you took a few more glances at the teddy bear hanging on my bag, the chance of you liking it is relatively small, because from your dressing style It can be seen that he is not a person with pink j□j breasts, sorry, it is a bit rude to say that."

"No, it's okay, you are very much like one of my, um, friends." Watson shrugged his shoulders, and the man named Jim in front of him was indeed very similar to Sherlock, with keen observation skills.

"I think you should have a good relationship."

"... Most of the time it's good." Watson said honestly, a small part of the time he really wanted to beat the other party, especially when he satirized his IQ in that smug tone, God, this world Where are there so many geniuses, John Watson is just an ordinary man.

"Jim!"

A man called him not far away, Watson smiled, "Your friend called you."

"Well, sorry, I will contact you when I get back to London." The man lowered his head and quickly took out a pen and paper, handed the phone number to Watson, and blinked.

"Have a drink, non-alcoholic, when you're free."

Watson was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the other party's smiling face, he also rolled his eyes, "Okay."

Early the next morning, Sherlock woke up before dawn, but it is also possible that he hadn't slept all night, like an excited cat, dragging Teddy out of the bed, where the latter sat puffing. Cheeks protested dissatisfied.

"Dad, it's not time for school yet!"

"Today is not going to school." Sherlock said slowly with the corners of his lips curled up. Today is the day to invite parents.

Slipped the still confused little Teddy to the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste for him. The latter muttered in distaste, "It's not as good-looking as Daddy squeezed it out."

"He'll be back at noon." Last night around eight o'clock, Watson called after Little Teddy fell asleep and said he would be back at noon today.

The big light-colored eyes widened, and he yelled happily, "Is it true?"

"Yes, so brush your teeth and wash your face quickly, let's go to school, don't make that teacher wait too long."

"Father, you're not going to make trouble, are you?" Little Teddy asked, rolling his eyes, holding a toothbrush in one hand and a toothbrush cup in the other.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about it."

"Okay." Little Teddy started to brush his teeth. Sherlock was stopped by his own son just as he stepped out with his long legs. His big eyes were curved and mischievous.

"Don't show mercy."

The curly-haired man raised the corner of his lips with a smirk and left. He really hasn't been back to school for many years, and it was a terrible place in his memory.

It was a blue sky, and it was rare for downtown London to be rainy. The school was full of chattering little devils. Sherlock took his son's hand and walked to the office of that teacher Donna.When I entered, I knocked on the door, and the tone of that emotionless tone rang.

"Please come in."

Sherlock stood aside after entering, his light-colored eyes looked at each other, conservative suit, serious face, dark circles covered by foundation, long-term anxiety and worry, more recently, the wedding ring looks like It is a very old style, the top is very smooth, it has been rubbed many times, the way it sits and stands, the way it walks, and the slight wrinkle between the brows when it opens its mouth.

"You are..." The woman was a little strange, but she soon realized that the one who took the boy to school every day was not his biological father, but the one in front of him was, and he was still a famous person, just consulting Detective, it's a bit of a nonsense.

Donna stood up, and she looked at the man. It was indeed father and son. The two looked alike. The man was wearing a long black trench coat. A conceited man.

"Mr. Holmes, I am Donna, your son's teacher." After briefly shaking hands, the woman returned to the standard standing posture, her slightly thin lips were pursed, and there was still no smile on her face.

"Then Mr. Holmes, your father and I need to talk. You should go to class first."

"Okay." Little Teddy nodded obediently, pulled Sherlock's sleeves when he left, and winked at his father from an angle that the teacher couldn't see.

Little Teddy went to class happily. He knew that his father would not let him be wronged. You don't need to be polite to people you hate, don't you?When Micky comes back, he must tell the other party that he was bullied, which is a grievance that needs ten chocolates to appease.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze. He was tall, and he could look at him without bowing his head slightly. He was even taller than his cohabitant. Well, to some extent, John was really just a small man.

"Sit down, Mr. Holmes."

"Thank you." Sherlock didn't really thank you very much. Sitting on the sofa, he asked calmly, "Then why did you come to me?"

"I think this is the first time we've met." The woman made a cup of tea and handed it to Sherlock, who took it but didn't drink it. He didn't like drinking tea made by others.

"I'm sure it's the first time we met." Sherlock said casually, his eyes still wandering around the office, he was collecting information.

"Mr. Holmes, I think we must have a serious talk about the education of your son, Teddy Holmes."

"Although he is not very smart, it is enough for ordinary people, so I don't think there is such a problem." Sherlock blocked the woman's initial words with a tone of statement of facts.

"Of course, in the entrance test, we have tested it. Your son does not have an IQ problem, but I think his etiquette is still very lacking."

"I don't think a child with a high IQ has anything to worry about, grades or making friends? My son is doing well in everything." Sherlock retorted lightly. When he praised his son, it was as simple as drinking water. I don't know what modesty is at all. Of course, Sherlock Holmes's brain has long since deleted that boring vocabulary. His light-colored eyes just look at each other, and the twitching corners of the woman's mouth make the detective find it very interesting .

"There is indeed no problem in these two aspects, but..."

"Then what's the problem, I think what the school can give children is to let their brains that are not smart be properly developed. Of course, according to the understanding of my almighty military doctor and my roommate John, there are also interpersonal relationships. He said that school is a good place to make friends, good interpersonal relationship can save children a lot of trouble in the future, other than that, I don’t think there is anything that school can teach them.”

"Listen to me, please, Mr. Holmes." Sherlock was sure that the other party was angry, because there seemed to be some small gaps on her face that had put on too much foundation. Of course, it didn't mean that the lady in front of her was not good at makeup , but obviously she didn't consider the issue of her skin age and foundation age.

"Okay, I didn't mean to keep you from talking first." Sherlock shrugged innocently, his pale eyes doing so with a strange innocence, and in Mycroft's words, Sherlock Locke is a natural actor when he wants to, and Watson prefers to put it more simply, without modifiers, in more blunt terms, that his cohabitant is a liar.

Under the thin skin on the woman's temples, the veins seemed to twitch, and Sherlock stared at the woman with a smirk and spoke again.

"He always doesn't pay attention to the lectures in class, and he doesn't seem to realize that even though he is a little smarter than others, it doesn't mean he can ignore everything, attitude, what I need is for students to have a correct attitude, not to be proud of a little cleverness He didn't even listen to the lecture, and most importantly, that child didn't know how to respect the teacher at all, and he blatantly contradicted me yesterday."

The woman's self-introduction showed a kind of smirk, "Mr. Holmes, I dare say that the future of a child who doesn't know how to respect his teacher is also worth worrying about."

"Have you finished this time?"

The man's faint voice made Donna stunned for a moment. She thought that the other party would accept her opinion as humbly as everyone else, and urged those children who were not well-behaved to correct themselves, but she did not expect to be asked such a sentence.

Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, with a casual attitude, and said with a fake smile: "If you finish talking, I think I can say it."

The corners of Sherlock's lips curled up, his deep voice seemed to be covered with iron filings, and every word was piercing. "My son doesn't pay attention to the lectures not because of his problems, but because your courses are too boring. You always repeat what you have learned two or three times. Of course, considering the goldfish index of 90.00% in the whole class, doing so There is nothing wrong with it, but what is wrong with my son who is unwilling to repeat the knowledge system he has built in his mind when he is unwilling to repeat the knowledge he has fully mastered? As for disrespecting the teacher, this sentence is slanderous, because he is a Good boy, anyone will praise him as a polite boy, he respects all the teachers, if you think he doesn't respect you enough, there are only two reasons."

Sherlock paused for a moment, then he stretched out his hand and said coolly, "If it wasn't for you taking yourself too seriously, or because of the actual situation, you don't need to be respected that much at all."

"Mr. Holmes, what you said is very mean and rude." Donna shouted angrily, the veins on her neck were exposed.

Sherlock stood up, straightened his collar, raised his long legs, walked into the woman's side, bent slightly, his long eyelashes could be seen clearly because he was too close, his thin lips slightly Zhang said something that terrified Donna.