【半原创】Un Amour Pour La Vie/一生挚爱

CHAPTER ONE MYCROFT'S DEAR DIARY
Mycroft Holmes had a less-known fact that he wrote diary everyday. Yes, everyday. He had started his first book since very little and now it had become a habit with him. At the beginning he noted down things happening chronologically within a day as all other children did. As time went by he preferred recording remarkable events to making daily minutes. Sometimes simply a few lines would do. Once in the right mood and time Mycroft would like to flood the page although such a case was rare. He was working on the portion for today at this moment in a really cheerful mood.
"We've got married." He put a line under today's date and ended it with a pleasingly plump period. Then he closed the book and got on his feet to put the dairy on the bookshelf. A number of notebooks of a kind were neatly aligned on the second shelf, dark covers and thickness making them serious. Mycroft took a good look at them with a smile, wondering that he should let Greg come over and admire them too.
Greg Lestrade, the name presenting everywhere in Mycroft's dairy, was the very spouse mentioned in the marriage above, Inspector of Scotland Yard. Greg surely had knowledge about those dairy books but he never read any. In his opinion, the events recorded in paper by the important Mycroft must be of great significance. Domestic or international issues, he reckoned. Probably both.
Mycroft however never denied Greg's guess even if his writings had nothing to do with the nation or the globe but were actually modest. It could be a random sight caught on the street, or a phone call of concerns. Thanks to his marvelous brain Mycroft barely needed a hard-copy To-Do list. What was more, he had got Anthea, the best assistant one could ever image, who made life and work easier as a walking calendar.
Mycroft went to hard copies since he enjoyed the comfort when touching the pages and smelling the odor of ink. All those made him feel real and brought the memories back vividly. For instance the line he did today. Mycroft couldn't help beaming and falling into the thoughts of the very beginning.

插楼....
理科生默默跪拜楼主.......

额飘过不懂啊，还是走吧。

第一章 麦克劳夫特的日记
麦克劳夫特·福尔摩斯有件不为人知的事：他每天都记日记。是的，每一天。他从很小的时候就开始写了，到现在早已成为习惯。刚开始的时候他会像其他孩子那样，把一天里发生的事情顺序写下来。到后来，他更倾向于记录下有意义的事而不是每日流水账。有时候简单的几行就足够。要是心情不错也有时间的话，麦克劳夫特也愿意洋洋洒洒写上好多，尽管这样的时候并不常见。此时此刻，他正在写今天的份儿，心情相当得好。
“我们结婚了。”他在今天的日期下写了这样一句，用一个圆润的句号作为结束。合上本子站起身来，他把日记本放到了书架上。书架第二层上，整整齐齐码着一排同款的笔记本。深色的表面及其厚度有种郑重其事的感觉。麦克劳夫特笑眯眯的来回看了看这些本子，想着是不是也让格雷格一起来也欣赏欣赏。
格雷格·雷斯垂德，一个在麦克劳夫特日记里无处不在的名字，就是刚才提到的“结婚”的另一方：苏格兰场的探长。格雷格自然是知道有这些日记的，但是他从来没有读过任何一篇。在他看来，能被麦克劳夫特这么重要的人物用纸笔记录下来的事件，必须都是大事。要不国内的，要不国际的，他估摸着。很可能都有。
虽然麦克劳夫特写的东西朴素异常，跟国内国际毫无关系，但他也从不去反驳格雷格的猜想。记下的可以是街头无意瞥见的一眼，也可以是一个问候的来电。鉴于他那绝顶的头脑，麦克劳夫特几乎不需要任何写下来的“今日必做”。更何况，他还有一个超乎想象能干的助理，安西娅。作为一个人形备忘录，她让自己的工作和生活都轻松不少。
麦克劳夫特之所以喜欢纸质的记录，是因为他很享受触摸纸张和闻到墨香带来的惬意。这些都让他觉得无比真实，也会带回那些生动的回忆。就比如说他今天写下的那句话。麦克劳夫特忍不住笑容满面，陷入了对最初的各种回忆。

CHAPTER TWO THE DESTINED ENCOUNTER （1）
As one of the mass coordinators in the world, Madam Robinson was a textbook. She was in her late thirties, serious and rigid. Good and hardworking pupils were surely her favorites whereas those naughty and annoying ones were definitely trouble makers if you asked her. Now she was looking at a boy in her stern look.
'I feel so sorry and disappointed with you. What did you promise me last time? To be good and well-disciplined?' she said harshly.
The boy being blamed however said nothing. He dropped his eyes upon the floor quietly but his lips puckered, suggesting that he didn't quite take her point.
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这就有不能发的字符了？！两小无猜压力很大啊 分开发！

CHAPTER TWO (2)
'I've got a tight schedule today and I'm leaving you to the Dean.' said Madam Robinson, heading for the Dean's office with the boy along.
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一定要发出去！

CHAPTER TWO (3)
Here was a primary school.

到底哪里不行啊。。。。。。。。。。。。。

CHAPTER TWO (CONT'D)
'Hello...' said the little one nearby in an unsure tongue.
'Oh, hi!' he replied and had a quick glance at the little. 'New here?'
'Me? Yes, I am. I've just got transferred and this is my first day,' the little said and held a corner of his brand new uniform in order to relax himself while the other looked cozy in his mis-buckled outfit.
'Nice. Welcome! Not a shabby place to be honest with you.'
'Really? Thank you very much! I should have introduced myself. My name is Mycroft, Mycroft Holmes.'
'And I'm Greg. What's your name again? Mycroft? Hmm...sounds decent, doesn't it?' Greg sighed with emotion and Mycroft looked happy.
'It was from the Old English, centuries ago.'
'No wonder. Sounds Christian to me.'
'I'm not one, sorry.'
'Oh, don't be silly, I don't mind at all. Me neither. How old are you?'
'Eight...'
'Of course you look so small! I'm soon eleven by the way. So you must be in Grade Two. I'm in Four.'
'Nice to meet you, Greg.'
'Me, too. You know what? Feel free to come to me if somebody bullies you. I cover you.'
'I heartily appreciate it. Well actually, I'm not in Grade Two, but...'
The door to the Dean's office, ajar just now, was fully open spontaneously before Mycroft finished his line. The Dean stepped out and called Mycroft with a happy face and tone. 'Welcome to our school, Mycroft dear. Your application was very impressive. I can't be more sure that you're gonna have a good time here.'
'Thank you, sir!' said Mycroft politely, darting a glance at his freshly-made friend to find a twinkle from Greg.
'Madam Robinson, you're right in time! Could you please do me a favor to lead our new boy to his class?' said the Dean to the coordinator lady who just came back.
'Pleasure,' said Madam Robinson. Mycroft nodded to Greg quickly and then left with the lady.
'Now you, Greg Lestrade. How dare you put caterpillars in your teacher's purse! It's merely the first week for God's sake!' began the Dean as soon as the two left.
'She blamed my classmates for doing wrong without investigation! And she didn't listen to their explanation!' Greg tried to reason.
'Now you are arguing...'
Neither of them even bothered to save their volumes. Too loud to miss the talk. So he was Greg Lestrade, wasn't he? Mycroft wondered. He must be righteous and brave. Then Mycroft realized that he didn't tell Greg that he was also in Grade Four in the next second.
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When the two came to this funny first sight in the following years, Greg always took it as the moment when the good rich met the shabby poor. Yet Mycroft personally considered it as a grand opening of the rest of his life.

第二章 命中注定的相遇
作为全天下众多的教务处的一员，罗宾森太太可谓典型。 她三十大几，严肃而固执。她最喜欢听话又用功的孩子；对于那些调皮闹心的，她会告诉你那都是些闯祸精。现在的她，正一脸严肃的盯着一个男孩子。
“我对你真是遗憾又失望。你上次怎么跟我保证的来着？会乖会听话？”她严厉地说。
被指责的那个孩子没有说话。他低垂着眼睛看着地板，只是撅着的嘴巴表现出他其实并没听进去那些话。
“我今天很忙，就把你交给主任了。”罗宾森太太说着，就带着那个孩子往主任办公室走。
这是一间位于郊区的小学。虽然位置不怎么样，教学声誉却不错。所以家长们都想方设法给自己的孩子弄个名额，特别是新学期开学的时候。此刻就有一个小男孩坐在主任办公室外的长椅上，手里抓着个大书包。他时不时回头看看半开的办公室门，好像在等主任的样子。一回头，小男孩就看见一位女士带着另一个孩子走了过来。
“你坐好！我现在得走了不过马上就会回来。主任这次来处理你。”罗宾森太太说完这话就走了。和她一起来的男孩子在她身后做了个鬼脸，那个小男孩看起来倒是有点儿紧张。
“哎呀，”大一点儿的孩子瘫在长椅上，给自己找了个舒服的姿势。“每次都这样。”
“你好…”旁边的小男孩犹豫地说。
“啊，你好！”他应了一声，顺便扫了小男孩一眼。“新来的？”
“我么？是的。我刚刚转学过来，今天是第一天来。”小男孩边说边揪着簇新校服的衣角，试图让自己放轻松。另一个孩子倒是穿着扣子乱扣的校服悠闲得很。
“行啊，欢迎！跟你说实话，这里还挺不错的。”
“真的么？太谢谢你了！忘了自我介绍，我叫麦克劳夫特，麦克劳夫特·福尔摩斯。”
“我叫格雷格。你说你叫啥？麦克劳夫特？嗯…听起来真有派，不是么？”格雷格感叹了一句，麦克劳夫特看起来很高兴。
“来自古英语，几百年了。”
“怪不得。我听着像基督徒的名字。”
“我不是基督徒，真不好意思。”
“哦，别傻了，我才不在乎呢。我也不是。你多大？”
“八岁…”
“就说你看起来好小！顺便说句我快十一了。那你一定是二年级的了，我四年级。”
“很高兴见到你，格雷格。”
“我也是。那个啥，要是有人欺负你，你就尽管来找我。我罩着你。”
“非常感谢你这么说。只是，我其实不是二年级，是…”
麦克劳夫特还没说完，刚刚还半开的主任办公室的门，突然之间全开了。主任走了出来，脸色很好声音愉快地招呼了麦克劳夫特。“欢迎加入本校，亲爱的麦克劳夫特。你的申请实在是出色。我十分确定你将在这里过得非常愉快。”
“谢谢您，先生！”麦克劳夫特礼貌地回答，往刚认识的新朋友那里撇了一眼，就见格雷格在冲他眨眼睛。
“罗宾森太太你来的真及时！能帮我个小忙，带这个新生去他的班级么？”主任招呼着刚回来的教务处管理。
“非常乐意。”罗宾森太太说。麦克劳夫特冲着格雷格快速点了个头，就和罗宾森太太一道离开了。
“现在到你了，格雷格·雷斯垂德。你怎么敢往你班主任的包里放一堆毛毛虫！老天爷，这才开学第一个礼拜！”两人刚走，主任就开始发难。
“她查都没查就怪我的同学犯错！甚至不听他们解释！”格雷格试图说明理由。
“你现在还狡辩…”
这两位都没有想着去降低音量，声音大得一清二楚。他叫格雷格·雷斯垂德啊？麦克劳夫特想。他一定正义又勇敢。然后下一秒钟麦克劳夫特就意识到自己还没告诉格雷格，他也是来读四年级的。
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往后的日子里，每当他俩提到这搞笑的初次见面，格雷格总说这是富家乖宝宝遭遇调皮坏小子。不过麦克劳夫特个人认为，那是他以后人生的盛大开篇。
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果然有英语限制一下 中文不会那么奔放~ 就是发起来太崩溃 一句一句 我都不知道是拿个字不对了啊………………ORZ