【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.

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.
* * * *
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。
* * * *
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

CHAPTER THREE SEED FOR FRIENDSHIP
Small children were angels, pure and naive. Nevertheless such innocence cast more hurt at times compared to real mean behaviors.
As a newly-come, Mycroft became popular soon after joining the class. He was certainly the youngest as he had skipped a couple of grades. Polite, neat, super smart and cute. He was tagged with all the key words. Teachers liked him, so did the class.
Well maybe not the entire class, since Greg was still not happy. Definitely he was glad to see Mycroft again but had never thought to see him in the same class. He felt himself so puzzled and silly at the moment the teacher introduced the new kid to them. He should have told me! Greg yelled aloud in his mind.
It seemed that Mycroft sensed Greg's mood so he went to him initiatively. Consequentially, Greg got very pleased and they became buddies.
The atmosphere for Mycroft was easy yet not for Greg. As a matter of fact although Greg was always ready to help, the class didn't count him as much. Kids said, 'Greg is not good in scores. Greg is loud. His family is poor and populated. You may get involved if you are close to him.'
Mycroft in no way cared about those chatting. Yet words came around. In a small society such as a class, it was not that easy to ignore something utterly. Even Greg himself was kind of influenced, on the brink to go nuts.
Finally it was over the brink.
'What's up, Greg? How is everything?' Mycroft tried to be stable when he was blocked at an alley one day after school.
'Then you tell me how everything goes. What's the matter with you?' said Greg irritatingly, looking gloomy. 'Heard something funny?'
Feeling ashamed, Mycroft said, 'They said...I am not supposed to be friends with you.'
'Why? What's wrong with me?' Greg had got his angry mixed with confusion. 'Save it, you punk!'
'It's true. If they find we're friends that will be the worst trouble ever!'
It was hard for Greg to tell his emotion at this very second. Being offended or being hurt? Maybe both. 'I thought we've already been friends.'
'That was what I thought, too. But they said...'
'The hell they said! I'm asking you, what you think, and now!'
'Friends, of course!'
'Blimey, loyalty!' mocked Greg bitterly.
'Seriously Greg, I do think so. I say what I mean.'
'Then do what you say!' Greg felt tired and was about to leave.
The born talent Mycroft Holmes had never been in such an occasion during previous years. He liked Greg as a person very much but he was also in the buzz of gossips. Greg ought to outweigh the rest, shouldn't he? Mycroft got stuck on the math.
"Shan't let him go! Never!" Such a thought came to Mycroft suddenly and he caught it at once.
'Greg, wait!' he called loudly and dived over. 'I'm sooooooo sorry for what I've said and done. I'm so stupid...lost what I really want. You mean so much to me, Greg! We're still friends, are we? Please Greg, don't be mad with me.'
Watching Mycroft confess in an urgent tongue that had never been heard before, Greg could do nothing but give in. 'You...don't say that. I'll be a retard if you're stupid. Fine...dunno why you feel so bad...I'm the one to be blue, aren't I? OK, OK, stop it. We're friends. You hear me, we are friends. Very good friends.'
'Beyond that!' Mycroft burst into laugh when he got the words.
'Right, beyond that,' smiled Greg too, considering the whole case as an act of the spoiled little. Mycroft was merely eight after all, he thought.

第三章 友谊的萌芽
小孩子都是天使，纯洁天真。只是有的时候这种无辜比真正的恶意更伤人。
作为新来的，麦克劳夫特很快就融入了班级。因为跳了几级，他就是班里最小的。礼貌、利索、特聪明，还可爱。他占据了所有的关键词。老师们喜欢他，同学们也是。
好吧也不是所有同学，格雷格还是有些不开心。当然了他很高兴能再次看到麦克劳夫特，但是从没想过在自己班里看见他。当老师对大家介绍新来的学生时，他觉得自己又傻又迷糊。他怎么不告诉我！格雷格内心大喊。
麦克劳夫特好像感觉到了格雷格的情绪，所以他主动地凑了过去。几下子，格雷格被成功取悦了，两人成了伙伴。
麦克劳夫特的班级环境很轻松，格雷格的却不是。事实上，尽管格雷格非常乐于助人，大家却并不太接受。同学们说：“格雷格学习不好哦。格雷格大声音。他家又穷又挤。你和他凑得近容易被连累的。”
麦克劳夫特对这种闲话根本不理。只是这些话到处都是。在班级这样一个小团体里，要彻底的无视掉什么也是不容易的。就连格雷格本人也感受到了，处于暴走边缘。
终于这边缘扛不住了。
“怎么了，格雷格？还好么？”麦克劳夫特在一天放学后被堵在了小巷子里，他试图让自己不慌。
“你说说我好不好吧。你是怎么回事儿？”格雷格有些火大，一脸郁闷。“听到什么有意思的？”
麦克劳夫特觉得不好意思：“他们说…我不该和你做朋友。”
“为啥？我怎么了？”格雷格又火大又迷惑。“省省吧，你个笨蛋！”
“是真的。他们要是知道我和你是朋友，那就有大麻烦了！”
格雷格很难说清自己的此时感受。被冒犯还是被伤害？也许兼有。“我还当我们已经是朋友了。”
“我本来也这么想的。但是他们说…”
“管他们说啥！我是在问你，你现在，怎么想的！”
“当然是朋友！”
“啧啧，这忠诚！”格雷格凉凉地嘲笑道。
“真的，格雷格，我真这么想。我所说的就是我所想的。”
“那就真的去做你所说的！”格雷格感到疲惫，想要离开。
生来聪明的麦克劳夫特·福尔摩斯在过去的人生中从来没有遭遇这样的场景。他是非常喜欢格雷格这个人的，但是他也陷入了闲话的混乱里。格雷格应该比其他人都重要的吧？麦克劳夫特有些算不清了。
“不能让他走！绝不！”这个想法瞬间出现在脑海里，麦克劳夫特马上落实。
“格雷格，等等！”他大喊着冲了过去。“真的是非常非常非常抱歉，我说的那些，做的那些。我太傻了…弄不清自己真的要什么。你对我来说太重要了，格雷格！我们还是朋友，是的吧？求你了格雷格，别生我气。”
看着麦克劳夫特那从没有过的急迫语气来表白自己，格雷格只有认了。“你…别这么说。你要是傻了，我就脑残了。好了…不晓得你为啥这么不爽…我才是该郁闷的那个吧？好了好了，别这样。我们是朋友啊。听着，我们是朋友，很要好的朋友。”
“比要好还好！”麦克劳夫特听见这话就笑了。
“恩，比要好还好。”格雷格也笑了，把这整件事就当做惯坏了的小孩子的一场撒娇。麦克劳夫特怎么说也才八岁啊，他想。

CHAPTER FOUR LE COTTAGE DE LA RIVIERE
"Greg is the first friend I've ever had. He is certainly the best. I should not have let others' minds bother me since I have mine." Mycroft ended his diary with this paragraph. Then he recalled something and put another line there. "The hell!" Mycroft decided to use Greg's expression.
Mycroft hadn't had an early childhood as likeable as he was because of his clear mind. Although it wasn't anti-intellectualism or whatever, being a nerd was not something cool anyway. Hence he valued the friendship with Greg above all. And Mycroft put it into practice.
He mentored Greg when there was any problem in study.
'Here should be "oui" in lieu of "si".'
'Any difference? They are both yes, aren't they?'
'True. Well "oui" is simply yes and "si" somewhat has something to do with the negative context.'
'Like?'
'Say, are you having dinner with me? You use oui. If I say "aren't you having dinner with me?", how do you say "yes, I am"?'
'Eh...si?' said Greg uncertainly.
'Exactly!' said Mycroft, smiling. 'Let's have dinner.'
He pacified Greg when somebody said annoying again.
'Oh, don't tell me you are mad about what she said.'
'Even she said Greg was a moron?'
'Well see, it takes one to know one.'
'...so I shall say Mycroft is awesome?'
'Oh dear!' said Mycroft in a drama tone. 'You're embarrassing me.'
He joined Greg after school for average boys' fun.
'You do fishing?' Mycroft was absolutely shocked.
'Oui! Quite into it,' said Greg proudly.
'Gee!'
'Why gee? Don't you see I'm a huge fan of sports?'
'Si! But fishing is sedentary. How can I picture you sit still?'
'Now you can as you're with me today. Let's go to the reservoir and I will be a good teacher.'
'Well thanks for your offer. On that note I guess I can show you something.'
'What?'
'My family has a place by the river. Let's go there, shall we?'
It was Greg's turn to be astonished.
'Oh my dear Lord!'
'Excuse me?'
'When you mentioned "a place" I though it was merely a hut!'
'Isn't it?'
'Of course not. I mean look at it. Two up, two down and a fireplace! I can live here. What a cottage!'
'Is it?'
'You're not actually living in a palace, are you? Do please inform me in advance if we're going to your house next time!'
'So I take it as you like here?'
'Very much!'
* * * *
An arrogant little bastard. Greg labeled Mycroft as so. As to Mycroft, he felt very fine with such a remark. 'You are the one and only to call me bastard,' said Mycroft. Greg cast him a 'how-honored-I-am' look as reply.

第四章 河边小别墅
“格雷格是我的第一个朋友。他必须是最棒的。我不该让别人的想法左右到自己，因为我有自己的想法。”麦克劳夫特用这段话结束了当天的日记。然后想了想，又加了一句。“管他们！”麦克劳夫特决定用格雷格的口气。
拜麦克劳夫特的聪慧所赐，他童年的前阶段并不是和他本人一样讨喜可爱。虽然不是因为“反智主义”什么的，一个小书呆子怎么也是不够酷的。因此他珍视格雷格的这份友谊高于一切。而且把这珍视落到实处。
他在格雷格学习有困难的时候教他。
“这里用oui，不是si。”
“有区别么？这俩不都是肯定么？”
“没错。但oui就是单纯的肯定，si多少和否定语境有些关系。”
“比如？”
“比如，你和我一起吃晚饭么？你用oui. 要是我说，你不和我一起吃晚饭么？你怎么表达‘是的，一起’？”
“呃…si？”格雷格不太确定。
“非常正确！”麦克劳夫特笑眯眯地说，“我们一起吃晚饭哦。”
他在别人说怪话的时候安慰格雷格。
“噢，别说你在为她那句话不高兴。”
“就算她说格雷格是个傻子？”
“你说，她要是不傻，怎么知道你傻？”
“…那我该说麦克劳夫特棒极了么？”
“哎呀，你！”麦克劳夫特唱戏一样，“这多不好意思。”
他参与到格雷格的大众课外活动。
“你会钓鱼？”麦克劳夫特惊呆了。
“对！非常喜欢。”格雷格很得意。
“老天！”
“老天啥？难道你看不出里我多爱运动？”
“当然！但是钓鱼是不动啊。你让我怎么想象你乖乖坐着？”
“今天你跟我一起去，你就能看见了。咱们去水库那里，我好好教你。”
“那就谢谢你了。既然这样，我想有些东西可以给你看看。”
“啥？”
“我们家在河边有个地儿。我们去那里，好么？”
这次轮到格雷格被惊到了。
“我的那个神呐！”
“怎么了？”
“你说‘有个地儿’的时候，我还当就是个小木屋之类的。”
“不是么？”
“当然不是。我说你看看这儿，上面俩屋、下面俩厅，还带壁炉！我都能住这儿。多好的别墅啊！”
“是么？”
“你其实不会是住皇宫的吧？下次如果去你家的话，请务必提前通知我！”
“那我就当做你喜欢这里咯？”
“非常喜欢！”
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自大的小混蛋。格雷格这么评价麦克劳夫特。麦克劳夫特倒是对这个评价不以为意。他说：“有且只有你能叫我混蛋。”回应他的是格雷格的一副“我可真荣幸”的表情。

CHAPTER FIVE CHRISTMAS KISSES
"How time flies!" Mycroft took this sentence in writing, feeling cliché for using it. Yet time did fly. Before everyone had realized it winter was officially on its way. After Halloween and the Guy Fawkes night, London was filled by a lively air of Christmas and one could hear Yule singings on the street and in any shop.
'Tis the season to be jolly, falalalala, lalalala!' Greg was busy with homework, singing. Holiday break though, he still had plenty to do. Teachers had assigned books and assays, let alone the list offered by Mycroft who said 'Reading is good.'
Nevertheless it was Christmas and even Mycroft was not in the mood to bury himself in books after all work done. Right now he was killing time in Greg's and as joyful as the singing boy was. 'You know you're coming to the Ball tonight, don't you? Got ready?'
'That's why I have to finish here first. You want me to dress up? No kidding!'
'No dress code. I'm saying presents.'
'I'd given you one before, remember?'
'The one you used to hit me on my face? Yes, I know that one.'
'Oy! It cost me an arm and a leg, you ungrateful bastard!'
'How sweet! Shall I tear my eyes? What's taking you so long by the way? You've been working for ages.'
'This thing is driving me crazy. I've no idea what it's talking about.'
'Let me have a look.'
'Excellent!' Gray cried, 'now I'm all set.'
'Elementary,' said Mycroft at ease. 'Then let's move!'
It was fresh and chilly outside whereas people were of holiday cheer. Jingle Bells was heard all along the road, bringing people the mood.
'Take my hand, take my heart, take my whole life too. Take your time, take my love, it's good and pure and true...'
'You do love singing.'
'And I do have a good voice,' Greg bowed. 'Thank you very much.'
Mycroft would like to hold his laugh which was hard. 'Here we are!'
'Holmes Palace, I'm coming!' called Greg.
'Don't pretend new. You'd been here once.'
'To hit you face, I know. Yet I'd come all this way to say sorry while you were worrying to be seen at that moment!'
'Just let it go. It's Christmas! C'mon, let me show you the house!'
'Surely you will! Didn't get time that day.'
Two boys took a good look and Greg even had a chance to hold the newborn baby. 'He's so small and fragile! Has he a name?'
'Sherlock.'
'Old English?'
'Yes.'
'I see.'
'Snowing!' said someone at the window. The boys moved over to find a white ground so they chose to go out.
'Surely white,' laughed Greg, jumping around the yard.
'Not yet. It takes time.'
'Yooooou...'
'Would you carry on singing?'
'Pardon?'
'The song on the way. You didn't finish it, did you? Continue.'
'I knew you love my voice!' said Greg happily and began. 'The gift of love is hard to find. I've searched my whole life through. God above has smiled on us. This Christmas I got you...'
The smell of food was fading, so was the noise of the Ball. Mycroft was so into the scenery in front of him that he couldn't help kissing Greg on the cheek.
Everything went blank, so did the two. The last thought Greg had was not 'Good Lord Mycroft kissed me!' but 'Is it wet on my face?'.
'Wot...en-hem! What was that for?' Greg found his voice dry.
'Mistletoe!' answered Mycroft too fast.
The two looked around and finally saw mistletoe miles away. They both burst into laugh. ‘Merry Christmas!' Greg kissed Mycroft back on the face. 'Listen! I love this song! Let's get in.'
'You know Portuguese?' said Mycroft, bravoing by heart.
'No. But I know Lambada!'

第五章 圣诞亲亲
“时光飞逝！”麦克劳夫特在日记里写了这句，觉得用起来真俗气。不过时光确实飞逝。大家还没来得反应过来，冬天就正式来临了。万圣节和烟火节的夜晚过后，伦敦就充斥着热闹的圣诞气氛，大街上商店里随处可以听到圣诞歌曲。
“Tis the season to be jolly, falalalala, lalalala!”格雷格一边忙着作业一边唱着歌。虽然是寒假，他还有很多功课。老师们布置了许多读物和短文，更不要提麦克劳夫特提供的清单，还说“多读书有好处”。
不过到底是圣诞，连麦克劳夫特都不想在做完功课以后还埋在书堆里。此时此刻他正在格雷格家里打发时光，和唱歌的那位一样开心。“你知道你晚上要来舞会的吧？准备好了么？”
“所以我才要赶紧做完作业啊。你让我穿正装？不是吧！”
“着装没要求。我是说礼物。”
“我不是给过你一个了么，忘了？”
“那个你用来扔的、打我脸的礼物？是啊，我记得的。”
“喂！那玩儿贵死了，你个不知感恩的小混蛋！”
“真感人！需要我要流泪么？话说什么让你折腾这么久？你已经忙活好久了。”
“这玩儿我都要抓狂了。完全不懂它在说啥。”
“给我看看。”
“真绝了！”格雷格大喊，“这样我就妥了。”
“一般咯，”麦克劳夫特悠闲地说，“那我们走吧！”
室外清新冻人，大家都进入了节日气氛。叮叮当的歌声满大街都是，让人很有情绪。
“Take my hand, take my heart, take my whole life too. Take your time, take my love, it's good and pure and true...”
“你可真爱唱啊。”
“我可真是好声音啊，”格雷格鞠躬，“我谢谢你。”
麦克劳夫特艰难地忍着笑，“我们到了！”
“福尔摩斯宫，我来也！”格雷格大叫着。
“装什么新来的。你来过一次的。”
“来打你脸嘛，我知道。但是那次我走了那么多路就为了给你道歉，结果你却担心被人看见！”
“这事儿这么过去吧。都圣诞了！来，领你看看我们家！”
“必须看看！上次没来得及。”
俩人好好逛了一圈，格雷格甚至有机会抱了抱新生的小孩子。“他真小，真脆弱！起名字了么？”
“夏洛克。”
“古英语？”
“是的。”
“了解。”
“下雪了！”窗边有人说了一句。他俩凑了过去看到了地上白了一片，决定出去玩儿。
“就说是白色圣诞，”格雷格大笑，满院子蹦跳。
“不至于。且等等。”
“你这家伙…”
“继续唱歌好不好？”
“啥？”
“来的时候那首歌。你还没唱完的吧？继续吧。”
“就知道你爱听！”格雷格愉快得开唱。“The gift of love is hard to find. I've searched my whole life through. God above has smiled on us. This Christmas I got you...”
食物的香气在淡去，舞会的声音在散去。麦克劳夫特过于沉醉于眼前所看到的，他忍不住地，亲吻了格雷格的脸颊。
周围一切瞬间消失，两人脑子一片空白。格雷格最后想到的不是“天呐麦克劳夫特亲我了”而是“我的脸不湿吧？”。
“咋…咳，这因为啥？”格雷格觉得自己声音干巴巴的。
“槲寄生！”麦克劳夫特答得飞快。
两人四处看，终于在遥远的地方看到一株槲寄生。他俩突然笑了起来。“圣诞快乐！”格雷格在麦克劳夫特的脸上也亲了一下。“你听！我喜欢这曲子！咱们进去吧。”
“你会葡萄牙语？”麦克劳夫特问道，内心小欢呼。
“不会。但我会兰巴达！”
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Lambada 兰巴达 是一首很有名的拉丁舞曲 演唱者Kaoma 语言葡萄牙语
不需要听懂 只要听到就知道 一定听过这曲子
格雷格唱的falalalala那首 是典型的圣诞歌曲 每年迪斯尼洗脑一样的循环播放 孩子们唱的版本极为喜庆活泼
第二首是Dolly Parton的All Wrapped up in You. 非常推荐 声音和词曲都非常好~