149. Goldfish of the British Empire[35]
The education system of the Sherlock Holmes family is not a reference, first of all, it was not long after McCroft was born that he was a high-IQ fact, as a mathematician, Mommy became his enlightenment teacher, and successively asked tutors to teach him, as for these tutors to come happily, crying and running away or something, that is all in the past.
Not.
The same thing happened to Sherlock once, but this time it was much better and worse in a way. The better thing is that when Sherlock was about to be enlightened, Mycroft had grown enough to take his younger brother, and he spared no effort to instill a lot of "common sense" in his younger brother, of course, there was no shortage of contemptuous words such as "Oh, Charlie, you are such an idiot" and "stupid brother" that Sherlock often thought he was an idiot when he was a child; The bad part is that Sherlock, who thinks he is an idiot, transfers this anger to the governess, so it is conceivable that the governess's psychology under this gap collapses faster.
When Mommy was pregnant again, Mommy asked her brothers if they wanted a brother or a sister, and eleven-year-old McCroft looked over and said lightly: "You already know that you are pregnant with a boy, does it make sense to ask now?" β
Four-year-old Sherlock said in a milky voice, "I want a stupid brother." β
"Stupid Sherlock!" Mycroft, who already has a stupid brother, complains about his brother, and Sherlock protests loudly: "I'm not stupid!" β
Mycroft scoffed, as if this sentence was the best proof of stupidity.
Mommy glared at her eldest son who was unconscious, and Mycroft lightly closed the original paperwork in his hand, and said to Sherlock with messy curly hair in a tone of "I really can't help it": "Let's go, let's stuff something into your little brain to make you less stupid." β
Four-year-old Sherlock obediently followed his brother, in fact, they still had some expectations for the upcoming brother.
Not long after, apple pie was born, and Mycroft rolled his eyes as he listened to Mommy's name for the new Sherlock Holmes family: "How much Mommy hates us." Mycroft glanced at his younger brother who was still in the incubator, and looked down at Sherlock, who was blinking on tiptoe with sparkling eyes, and said, "You'd better expect him to be less stupid than you." β
Sherlock immediately turned his head away: "He's stupid to death when he looks at it." β
As a result, Apple Pie has been hospitalized intermittently, and almost died several times. Sherlock, who had already been taught what it meant to be 'dead', hugged Mycroft and cried: "Mike, I didn't mean to. β
"You're such an idiot!" When Mycroft said this, he still detailed the situation of apple pie, which had nothing to do with Sherlock's words.
During that time, Mommy and Daddy's attention was on the young son, who was born with many disasters, and Mycroft instinctively resisted his newborn brother, which only changed when Apple Pie was a year old, and that incident really changed Mycroft completely, and he suddenly changed from the original world to merging in and overriding it.
It seems that this is not the problem we talked about at the beginning, but the problem of the education system. By the time it was Applepie's turn, he had two older brothers, but Mycroft was no longer taking him like Sherlock, and he was going to school. It was a plan that McCroft had made for himself, and he was carrying it out step by step, even when he went to school and left home, Sherlock cried so much that his voice was hoarse, and it didn't make him change his mind. Perhaps it was this year that the relationship between the eldest son and the second son of the Sherlock Holmes family began to change one hundred and eighty degrees.
Because Mycroft left home, Mommy decided to send Sherlock to school, and after experiencing the classroom riot, the teacher's office riot, the real yΓ n room riot, and other accidents, Sherlock never went to school again. When Mycroft found out, he sent back a lesson plan, and Sherlock began his learning career by tutors and mommy.
If you ask apple pie, he's a little bean and speaks with a cute slurred mouth. Well, by this time, Mommy and Daddy had already discovered that their apple pie was not a goldfish, crossed out, and was a high-IQ kid like his two older brothers.
Daddy, who has the lowest IQ in the family, said that he could see it, and complimented Mommy with a smile: "It's all our smart Mrs. Holmes, whose genes are too good." β
Mommy is really not angry at all.
By the time Apple Pie was older and about to start his initiation, Sherlock had grown into a Bear Kid, and he couldn't be expected to teach his youngest brother the way Mycroft had taught him. At least at the beginning, it was like this, and then he found out that it felt good to have a little tail, so he reluctantly taught his younger brother, and he was proud that his five-year-old brother could help the goldfish in the ninth grade with his homework.
Ahem, in fact, there are so many words, I really don't want to discuss the educational mechanism of the Sherlock Holmes family, but I just want to clarify why Sherlock is ten years old and still "wastes time" at home, and Apple Pie is five years old and didn't go to kindergarten! It's really not #Young and strong don't work hard, and the boss is sad in vain#Ah! [Dirt
If what happened to Apple Pie at the age of thirteen was an empowerment for Mycroft, then what happened to Sherlock at the age of ten also became an opportunity for him to transform, but I don't know if this opportunity was good or bad-
On his first Christmas at university, Mycroft rushed back to his old house on Christmas Eve. Mycroft never liked Christmas, those relatives, those children, those gifts, well, in short, it was just ordinary people, and he was good at it now, just because he liked it. But when he returned to the old mansion and saw his two younger brothers waiting to greet him in the flower hall, he felt that this was a rare benefit for Christmas, well, this benefit was quite heavy.
Mycroft slowed down before hugging the young brother who rushed over, and he didn't need to weigh it to see through the young brother's weight: "Patrick, you're a full eight pounds fatter than the last time I saw you. β
Sherlock, who was already impatient next to him, directly showed a disgusted expression, but it was rare that he didn't choke with McCroft. Now that they had 'greeted' Mycroft, he left directly.
Fortunately, there is also apple pie, he smiled sweetly at his eldest brother, a little white tooth is still so strong and healthy, in stark contrast to his little white tooth, is the sweet fragrance that cannot be ignored from his body.
McCroft raised his eyebrows, and the curvature of his eyebrows was even greater when he saw the Christmas trees in the living room decorated with all sorts of candy wrap. He glanced at the candy wrapper, and then looked down at the younger brother who was wearing a stupid red Christmas sweater made by Mommy, and his little face was as red as an apple, "Halloween candy?" Generating revenue this year? "It's been almost two months since Halloween.
"It's me and Charlie, Mike." Apple Pie said triumphantly.
Mycroft glanced at the mountain of gift boxes piled up under the Christmas tree, and after he could tell how many of them were for Sherlock and how much were for apple pie, and then thought of Sherlock's previous watch, "It seems that you have had a very good and fulfilling second half of the year, and I think I would be happy to hear from you about the interesting things that happened during this time." What are you relieved of? β
"I thought Mike, you'd want to take some of the candy." The little white teeth were revealed again, and Mycroft speculated in his heart that it would take for the little white teeth of his younger brother to rot away. Of course, he was still a good brother most of the time, and after the younger brother was called over by Mommy, he sat on the sofa closest to the fireplace, and took a gift box for apple pie in his hand, and after seeing through the gift box what kind of gift was inside, he made a monosyllable, it seems that this little guy has found a new way to read books, oh, with Sherlock?
Thinking back to what Mommy said when she called, McCroft quickly understood what the two younger brothers had done in the past six months: they teamed up to be little detectives, brushed their IQ and brushed up on their relatives and friends, and now it seems that this newly developed business is still doing well.
It stands to reason that Mycroft should be proud, but if his brothers' 'self-motivation' had been rewarded with forty percent more guests at the Christmas dinner than in previous years, and their enthusiasm was extremely high, Mycroft would never have encouraged his brothers to be so 'self-motivated'.
Well, by the way, because he was the eldest son in the family, and because he had normal emotional intelligence, at least on the surface, McCroft couldn't escape, and Mommy wouldn't let him leave the guest halfway.
In addition, Sherlock was nowhere to be seen in the beginning, everyone was used to it, and no one would say anything; The smallest apple pie, oh, this makes Mycroft feel more balanced, he is being displayed by Mommy as a mascot among relatives, and by the way, he is getting kisses and hugs.
Mycroft looked coldly at the younger brother who was about to transform from a harmless little tender cat into a big cat that could eat people, and #ζεζθͺε·±εδΊ#ηζθ§εΎδΈιε§ that he believed that next year's Christmas in the family would be back to normal.
Sure enough, when Mycroft finally got out and went to the most secluded balcony of the house, he saw his two younger brothers.
Sherlock is loudly judging the hypocritical adults and the children with grass in their heads, saying that he doesn't want to deal with them anymore!
As for the promoter of the career of being a little detective in the team, Apple Pie is wiping his face over and over again with a small handkerchief, and nodding his head from time to time to echo the words of the second brother, it is enough to do this big vote - he has enough books for him for a long time - at least before he invents an artificial epidermis that can almost perfectly replicate the chemical composition of biological characteristics and the texture of human skin, no, and then he will no longer need to open up new channels of reading books with Mommy like this.
"I'm glad you came to a consensus." Mycrofpi, who had been tortured all night, opened his mouth with a smile.
"It doesn't make sense, how did you manage to walk quietly under your weight?" Sherlock, who didn't notice the McCroft haunting, laughed at it as soon as he spoke.
Apple Pie was also startled, and he looked up at the top of Mycroft's head, "Mike, you've got horns on your head." β
"Demon Mycrof!" Sherlock pouted and changed the race of his eldest brother, Mycroft, who was like a father.
McCroft: "......" What kind of evil did he create, he knew that when Mommy was discussing with him whether he wanted a younger brother, he just said 'no'. Well, such thoughts only flashed through McCroft's mind and quickly disappeared.
β¦β¦ When the guests finally left, Mycroft sat on the couch and covered his forehead and groaned in pain: "Oh my God, tomorrow is Christmas, and it feels like it's been a week since Christmas, and I'm going to be in pain." β
"Shut up!" Mommy was too lazy to be angry with her eldest son, so she directly waved her hand and asked Mycroft to take her younger brothers upstairs, "Don't forget to exchange gifts, this is the usual rule." β
Well, the three brothers still prepared gifts for each other, and Mommy didn't know what they had prepared for each other.
Among them, apple pie is the most sincere, which is mainly reflected in the fact that he wraps the gift for his brothers, like a real gift.
Oh, and by the way, they've all quietly put their gifts for each other in each other's rooms, and it's stupid to exchange gifts in person or something.
The apple pie room was full of gifts, which was the reward of teaming up as a little detective, and he decided to open it later, and after walking around the room, he found the gifts from his brothers. Mycroft's is a three-inch (7.62 cm) "growth education plan for the next three years", which he personally formulated; Sherlock is a specimen of a frog with organ bones, this frog is not an ordinary frog, it is the frog that Apple Pie first dissected independently, and it was made into a specimen by the second brother, which is very commemorative.
At the same time, the other two Sherlock Holmes were unpacking gifts from each other.
Sherlock first opened the gift given by his brother, and observed it in all directions before opening the gift box, and almost knew what the gift his brother gave before opening it, a handmade zuΓ² stretchable and retractable magnifying glass, only the size of a palm, just enough to fit in his coat pocket, Sherlock grinned. When he saw the plan that McCroft had sent, his face drooped.
Actually, he really didn't have the confidence to accuse Mycroft of being insincere about the Christmas present, look at what he gave Mycroft, well, a pair of dentures.
At the age of seventeen, the future British government in its prime received a pair of dentures from his baby brother!!
Even if McCroft didn't have a toothache, he felt a toothache.
Well, he also has apple pie. Mycroft opened the gift box given by his younger brother and looked subtle when he saw the dazzling array of candy inside, but it was much better than the dentures given by Sherlock. Of course, if there wasn't eighty percent candy wrappers in the candy, and if the younger brother hadn't included a copy of all the candy items, Mycroft would have been moved to rub the curls of the younger brother.
At this moment, a regular tapping sound sounded on the wall.
McCroft raised his eyebrows, his younger brother had a good grasp of Morse code, but he had just given such a chic Christmas gift, so he let him go to his room, did he want to ask for praise?
McCroft looked at the gifts from his two younger brothers with a smile on his face. Well, in the end, Mycroft, who loves his brother, goes to his younger brother's room, and Sherlock is there. That's not the most important thing, though, the most important thing is, "Patrick, your pajamas are really... Chic, it's a little cow. β
Apple Pie: "...... Mommy prepares from after Halloween. β
Mycroft wanted to open his brother's closet to see what kind of more chic pajamas Mommy had prepared for him, and he was completely convinced that the stupid pajamas he was wearing on his younger brother, and the little cute cow pajamas were the most "simple" ones. Of course, Mycroft didn't miss the unease that flashed on Sherlock's face, and Mommy must have hit Sherlock's idea, but it didn't work out.
In this way, Mycroft, who received the chic gifts from his brothers, was in balance.
Sherlock tugged at the horns of his brother's pajamas and hats, and asked impatiently, "Why did you call Mycroft over?" β
"Because I gave me McCandy, soβ" Apple Pie pushed a box out, which contained a stack of cards instead of gifts, "additional gifts, additional requirements." "The apple pie is just going to be done with one vote, but apparently their "customers" really don't bother to touch their rusty heads. That's right, taking a few books that they don't read at all, maybe the adults in the family won't read, or things that they don't need at home, can be exchanged for solving their "big troubles" or something, which is much more cost-effective in their opinion. Now that they've all taken the initiative to send additional gifts, Mommy's apple pie has to keep its word and send it to the west, doesn't it? It's like a Christmas show for their brothers~
Mycroft took off his blazer and hung it aside, sat down on the carpet without disgust, took out a card from the box and looked at it, and slowly read out what the younger brother described as an 'additional request': "I want Terri to associate with me." Hmm, I thought you two were detectives, not a wishing fountain. Of course, there is a difference between you and the Trevi Fountain, and it is interesting that you receive more than just coins. "It all ended up being an aria.
"Mike!" -- Apple pie
"McCroft!" - Sherlock
"Fine, let me take a look." Mycroft took the stack of cards in his hand, took a minute to finish it, and by the way, divided the stack into three parts, and said to the two copies in front of his two brothers, "This is something you can solve on your own, and as for the rest, I think you need my help." Of course, in the end, it's up to you to join forces... Run errands. On the point of legwork, Mycroft was happy to encourage his younger brothers to be active, and Sherlock didn't need him to supervise him as things were going on. It's the younger brother, he's not very keen on going outside, but this can be cultivated.
Sherlock pursed his lips and seized on the point and began to attack Mycroft: "Mycroft, you're as fat as a drunken elephant now, and you're so lazy and sweet-toothed, I have to remind Mommy that you have to reinforce your bed!" β
"Mike can sleep with me." The younger brother kindly built it as if McCroft's bed would be crushed.
McCroft: "...... Thank you for greeting my bed, but I have to tell you that given the material of the wood and the age of the tree, and the way in which the bed was built and assembled, it would hold out until I died, even if I multiplied my weight by two. β
As Mycroft said this, Sherlock began to think about the wood characteristics of the McCroft's bed, but the little apple pie didn't think about it that much, he was just a little curious: "Mike, you have calculated carefully." β
#δΈθ―ζιζ’¦δΈδΊΊ#, Sherlock laughed exaggeratedly while holding his stomach, and choked on Mycroft, reached out and pulled the calf's tail from the back of his younger brother's pajamas, dragging him down on the carpet. Not to mention, the appearance of apple pie fluttering on the carpet is even cuter.
When they had enough of falling in love with each other, Apple Pie and Sherlock began to solve the "wishing cards" that McCroft had given them, shoulder to shoulder.
Sherlock took a cursory look at it and muttered, "I can't expect them to spell all the simple words correctly." β
Apple Pie leaned over and looked at it, silently handing the "wishing card" in his hand to Sherlock, there are little goldfish who can't write, but they can...... Draw.
Sherlock encouraged his brother to take Ryckauf by the way, or Rycroft encouraged his younger brother by the way: "Mycroft understands all the art cells, and you can send it too." β
Oh, and Mycroft was still leaning on the edge of the bed reading an original book, and he didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard this, and what was even more interesting was that he didn't know when he had an extra box of candy in his hand. I have to say that his younger brother has really gained a lot during this time, oh, Mommy's apple pie is very artistic, and the decoration of his Christmas tree made of candy paper is made of apple pie.
As expected.
The eldest brother of the Sherlock Holmes family seems to have been cheated by his younger brothers, but in fact, everything is in the hands of the eldest brother, just open the two plans that McCroft wrote when he was at Oxford University. So, during the next rare Christmas holiday in Mycroft, his two younger brothers were directed by him to run errands everywhere, and he sat in his study...... It's no surprise to have a sweet tooth.
Of course, this good habit continued to the future, but at this time the younger brothers were still willing, and when they waited until later, one wanted to ask him to run errands, but he didn't say anything, and shouted "You ordered me to try", of course, the order didn't work; The other one is not so resistant to helping errands, but this one would rather "fat water flow into the fields of outsiders" than go to the eldest brother's territory to do full-time, let him provide some technical support, and have to buy it at market price.
It sounds like a human tragedy, so the unevolved version of the British government should cherish the time when it can run errands remotely with its younger brothers.
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Well, this is still the warm routine of the Sherlock Holmes brothers...... Oh.