February 13th, Sunday, clear weather.
Young Sherlock dressed neatly, carrying a small satchel, and headed to the Hall of Silver and Tin early in the morning.
It was completely different from what Sherlock had initially expected.
His parents didn't just avoid showing aversion to the younger Sherlock—they showed unusual affection towards him, treating him completely differently than they did the adult him—even though they both knew it was the same person, the influence of his external appearance was still significant.
He had been living at home this entire time. After all, Sherlock's soul might be that of a mature and reliable adult, but his appearance and body were ultimately just that of a child.
His parents certainly couldn't let the current young Sherlock live alone anymore—if adult Sherlock neglected his body, he might just suffer from malnutrition, but a child's eating and sleeping were undoubtedly much more important.
