Christmas Eve.

Ever since she saw Sherlock put on a pink hat in front of her eyes that day, Connie felt like the distance between her and him had suddenly narrowed a lot.

Although only she thought.

Over the next few days, she knitted another gray hat for Sherlock. This time, the style is more mature style, after all, although Sherlock is young, the style is not cute, if she really knits an enlarged version for him, it is estimated that this hat will be directly out by him.

For a person who can tell the gifts in the gift box at a glance, all the packaging is useless disguise, so Connie saves on the packaging fee.

As a result, on the first day of weaving, he was taken by Henry.

Henry has taken a fancy to it, and Mrs. Hudson can still be far away?

It was only the day before Christmas Eve that Connie finally knitted her and Alex's best friend style, and the New York Police Department detective couple was remembered by her.

This family has come all the way here to handle cases, so you can't have no gifts for Christmas, right? Especially since she sent everyone else...... So with a wave of his hand, two couple scarves came out again.

A full gift box was placed under the Christmas tree, and the person receiving the gift was written in the corner of the box.

Just wait for tomorrow morning, and you can open the gift!

As soon as the sun set on Christmas Eve, the doorbell of 221b rang.

The dim lighting of the room renders the whole room warm like spring – thanks to the air conditioning, of course.

Connie was serving the last dish to the table, and as soon as she heard the bell, she went to class like clockwork, and rushed out like a sword off the string with the words "Let me come."

Mrs. Hudson looked at her and smiled, "This is a child...... I've never seen Connie so excited......" She set the dishes and chopsticks, and was hugged by Henry, a kiss fell on the forehead, and happiness filled the room.

The two glanced at each other tacitly, and looked at Sherlock who was sitting on the single sofa: "Oh, Sherlock, you're not too young...... Why don't you get a girlfriend? Oh, I'm just worried about you......" Mrs. Hudson didn't look at her much, and Mrs. Hudson was weak.

But she's the flower of London! ╮(╯▽╰)╭ that I wasn't afraid of

"yes, Sherlock. You must be lonely when you are alone. Henry looked at him.

I don't think so.

"Love?" He scoffed, as if he had heard something funny, "That's boring." ”

"Bored?" The two looked at each other and always felt that nothing good would happen next.

Outside the door, Connie greeted the three with a smile.

"You're welcome." Connie smiled brightly, and when she saw Alex, her eyes lit up visibly, as if she had been dripping with 520 glue.

"Excuse me." Beckett was obviously polite, while Richard was obviously much more familiar.

"Oh, I've admired Mr. Sherlock Holmes for a long time, he's ...... in it"

“castle！”

“dad！”

Two female voices rang out at the same time, and his excited expression seemed to be put on pause.

Connie sneered, feeling that the author had made her more amusing than offended.

Unlike Pauline's domineering rudeness, this gentleman's rudeness is more like his informality.

"I'm sorry, my dad is so ......" Alex was a little sorry.

Connie shook her head nonchalantly, "It's okay, we're expecting you, come on in, the food is ready." ”

The three of them moved their noses, and it was obvious that the smell had been haunting them for a long time.

"Wow~" When he saw the dishes, the author couldn't use any adjectives.

In contrast, Connie is full of pride.

You know, she took out all her efforts tonight!

"I don't know what you like, so I made a few more dishes, so please try them." After everyone was seated, she took the red wine and poured it for a few people.

As a result, taking advantage of this gap, the belated Lestrade sat next to Alex and directly snatched the seat that Connie had long been optimistic about, causing Connie to sit next to Sherlock.

The eye knife was thrown at Lestrade as if it didn't need money.

Beckett was a workaholic, and he talked directly to Lestrade about the case at the dinner table, but he still avoided some bloody details and only talked about some general situations.

Everyone here was used to it, and listening to what they said, Connie suddenly remembered something.

"At ten o'clock that night, there might have been someone outside the window."

"Oh? How so? Lestrade's eyes lit up.

"I was startled by the fact that I opened the window and a white cat came out, but I didn't see anyone at the time, so I didn't pay much attention......"

Lestrade bowed his head in disappointment: "So you didn't see ......"

Connie's eyes sank: "I guess I won't be here when I see it." ”

No, maybe that person saw her and went into her room later?

Scare! Why is it so creepy?

No, that person had planned to kill someone, and if he had entered her hospital room halfway, how could he have written her name on the window?

He won't kill anyone, and he's interested in her, so come to her ward, recognize her face, and take care of her by the way, and predict that she is his next target, right?

Hehe. Heh, you're bloody.

Lestrade was visibly extremely disappointed.

Sherlock was eating without saying a word, and the case chatted about the end of the story, but the hated Connie had never had a chance to talk to Alex while Sherlock, but Richard had always wanted to talk to Sherlock.

Finally found an opportunity, and he didn't miss it: "Oh, Mr. Holmes, I've always admired your reasoning case, and in that Central Bank shooting in New York, it gave me great inspiration. ”

Sherlock glanced at him flatly: "The secret of the three." ”

It was the name of his novel that spoke.

Connie felt that Richard's eyes were suddenly doubled, and they had their own glittering effect.

"Wow! Have you read them? ”

Sherlock glanced at Connie, "Well, Connie has read all of your novels. It wasn't a lie, and after reading a novel he had written, Connie had asked Lestrade to borrow all the books he had written.

No, there's still one on the couch.

Richard happily glanced at Connie and swept the book on the sofa: "Oh, in that case, I'd be happy to send your book an autograph~"

Connie stiffened and smiled, "Thank you, sir, why don't you sign my notebook, I'll store it well." "Those books were all borrowed, and if she had written or painted anything, she would have to lose money and cry......

A meal comes to an end in the conversation between you and me, and the individual touches the bursting belly, and it is all □□ constantly.

Except for Sherlock, who was chatting with Richard on the couch, Connie was the calmest.

"I'll help you." When it was time to put away the dishes and chopsticks, Alex offered to help.

Connie hesitated, and didn't give up this quiet date: "Then thank you." "It's the most important thing to make friends when you're polite......

She took the prepared flower tea, put it on the coffee table for a few people, and turned around to leave.

So much so that Sherlock's daily necessities of "a cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar" were forgotten by her.

"Those dishes are so delicious, how do you make them?" Alex seemed to like her, too, and Connie was about to jump in her heart, but she was smiling on the surface.

"It's just to look at the recipes, and then adjust it according to the taste when actually operating, and I will also watch some programs and posts that teach cooking...... "She told her own experience one by one, when she first came to London, in order to practice English, most of them were indeed food programs.

Alex listened to her words, a look of envy flashed in his eyes.

"That's good." She sighed.

"What?" Connie asked.

"Connie must love cooking."

"yes, I like it." After thinking about it, she nodded heavily: "I like delicious food, no matter what work I do in the future, but this is the only thing I'm sure I'll do in my life." "Cooking is also her hobby anyway, no matter what happens in the future, she has to eat!

Food or something...... It's a big hole......

Alex's expression was even more envious: "I really want to be like you, I like one thing so much......"

Connie froze slightly, turning her head to see her expression.

"And what does Alex like?"

"I want to be a samurai!" She is full of pride.

It's just that this two-dimensional dream will always make people laugh.

Connie was very strict.

The swordsman was also her childhood dream......

"Then go and realize your dreams, it's good for girls to practice martial arts, you can protect yourself!" As she spoke, she thought of the murderer again.

In the future, I will be by Sherlock's side for a long time, do you want to go to school in the future, and sign up for a class......

"But, don't you think this dream is very ......" Alex was a little lost, many people would always laugh when they heard her dream, even Dad, why didn't Connie?

"No, that's fine." Connie shook her head, and was shocked when she saw Alex's lost expression: "We are all still young, of course we have to achieve our dreams, and don't be affected by those who have failed, because they are failures." That's why the so-called experience is used to bind potential newborns.

Dream is the most powerful thing in the world, it can stimulate all people's potential and talent, a few words of experience from those who have come over, is it a fart?

Connie's eyes lit up like the sun, and Connie stared at her dumbfounded.

Connie came back to her senses and found that she seemed to be too excited, and accidentally scared the little girl, and suddenly smiled and her eyebrows crooked: "So if you have a dream, Alex must make it happen!" ”

“…… Well! Alex's eyes shone like the sun, and the dishes and bowls in her hands were gently wiped, just like her heart like the warm winter sun.

"You're beautiful." She said suddenly.

Connie was stunned: "Huh? "Who?

"You." She looked at Alex's serious expression, and her already excellent appearance at a young age, and then looked back at the basin, and her own face was lovely at best.

Pretty? She didn't have much more than her eyes......

But since it was Alex who praised her...... Hee-hee, there is an inexplicable secret joy in my heart!

"Thank you, you're beautiful too."

"Let's be friends, BFF, the kind for life!"

"Good, good!" The feeling of marrying a wife is muddy and cute~(≧▽≦)/~

The two little girls looked at each other and smiled, their smiles as bright as the sun.

At the kitchen door, a man with a faint cold air watched the conversation, and after a while, he walked away silently, the cup in his hand still empty.

"Hey, you're not pouring coffee?" Lestrade asked, looking at his empty cup.

Sherlock picked up the book and looked at it expressionlessly, the two couples had eaten and now they were all going out for a walk, Lestrade looked at the full gift box under the Christmas tree, and his heart was warm, so many gifts, there was always his share......

It's a pity that as soon as they finished preparing the gifts of the people in 221b, they were distracted by Alex's request, and even the gifts of Richard and Beckett were caused by the hurry, and he was completely left behind......

It can only be said that no matter how careful and considerate you are, there are exceptions......

Lestrade coveted the gifts, while Sherlock stared at the campfire, the same figure appearing at the fork in the road in his mind.

On the tender white face, a pair of eyes that seem to outline the sun, moon and stars, sometimes like the deep sea, sometimes like the sun.