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The Blind Banker (I)

Part 10 of The Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221b Baker Street

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Word Count: 7.k

Warnings: Crime scene description, description of a dead body, Sherlock is Sherlock, Y/N is a badass, Sebastian is a dick to Sherlock, fluff

Notes: I am writing Y/N as being multilingual. I myself am multilingual and love to use it/show off any chance I get.

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Y/N frantically dashed from the bus stop to the steps of the National Museum of Antiquities. The building's tall columns hover over her. Their structure soared up to the heavens as if the gods themselves resided there. Her coat swayed behind her as she climbed up the steps. An autumnal wind circulated her, grazing her cheeks leaving a redness to them. Her hair danced along. She swiftly entered the museum and peered around for the polished man she now called her boyfriend. Her eyes landed on Jim. His custom-made suit heightens his edgy charm. His deep mahogany eyes caught sight of her and he flashed his million-dollar smile. She blushed under his gaze as her feet made their way to him. The memory of him asking her to be official still fresh in her mind. With his dazzling smile and eager eyes, there was no way she could have ever turned him down.

She ran to him grasping him in a big hug. Then Y/N pulled away to offer Jim a quick kiss.

“So glad you could make it in time,” he grinned. He took his hand to hold hers. “The demonstration is about to start.”

Y/N squeezed Jim’s hand excitedly. “I can’t believe you found out about this.”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Well, I thought my girlfriend,” he enunciated, “who happens to love Chinese culture and speak the language would be interested. Guess I was right.” His Irish voice chirped.

She leaned into his shoulder, wrapping her free hand around his arm as they walked. Jim led her to where a tour group was gathered. In the vast room there stood glass cases presenting antiques collected from the great land of china. Y/N’s eyes ogled at them as they passed. Her inner geek popped out to mention fun facts to Jim. He smiled and nodded as she told him. A lady entered the room, holding a Chinese clay tea set in her hand. Carefully the woman placed it down on a table in front of the group. Y/N stood on her tippy toes to peer over the heads of the guests in front of her. Jim noticing, took them to the side of the group, presenting Y/N with a perfect view of the presentation.

The woman who sat before them was Chinese. She had a soft round face and beautiful dark eyes that held a peacefulness to them. The woman, who introduced herself as Soo Lin began the demonstration of an ancient tea ceremony. Her long delicate finger picked up the fragile centuries-old clay pots. It was as if these pots meant the world to her.

Carefully, Soo Lin brought the tea to a boil and began pouring the liquid over the clay tea set. Some of the children in the group were awed as she did so.

“The great artisans say the more the teapot is used, the more beautiful it becomes,” Soo Lin says.

Y/N watched in pure fascination as Soo Lin described the history of the practice. Jim gazed at Y/N with a softness in his eye, ignoring the presentation completely.

“The pot is seasoned by repeatedly pouring tea over the surface,” Soo Lin explained in a heavy Chinese accent. “The deposit left on the clay creates this beautiful patina over time.”

Then Soo Lin holds up the wet teapot for the group to see. The clay pot was once dull but now shines like a diamond.

“For some pots,” Soo Lin continues, “the clay has been burnished by tea made over four hundred years ago.” She places the pot down and begins to finalize her presentation. As the other guest turn away and move on to other exhibits, Y/N walks toward Soo Lin.

“宜兴茶壶 (Yixing teapot)” she mentions.

Soo Lin peeks up at Y/N, her ears twitching up and hearing her mother tongue. “你会说汉语吗？”

Y/N smile’s grows brighter as she hears the familiar language. Soo Lin focused on the woman in front of her. Her eyes filled with surprise.

“对。我会说汉语,”Y/N replied. Soo Lin’s flashed a smile that matched hers. “我真的很喜欢你的演讲。你做得很好。“

”哪里哪里，“ Soo Lin chuckled.

Jim looked fondly between the two women. His eyes widen as the conversation continued. He leaned into Y/N. His whisper tickled her ear.

“What are you two talking about?” He wonders.

Y/N shudders and slightly laughs. She motions to Soo Lin. “I’m just complimenting her on the presentation. That’s all.”

Soo Lin smiles and nods her head. “You’re girlfriend can speak quite good Chinese.”

Y/N blushes and Jim responds by wrapping an arm around her waist. “She’s a woman of many talents.”

Y/N playful pats his chest and returns to Soo Lin. “I won’t keep you long, I’m sure you’ve got other things to do. Thanks again for the presentation.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” Soo Lin comments before returning to her work.

Jim and Y/N turn around making their way out of the room. They continue to tour the rest of the museum. Y/N stops at every exhibit and Jim fixates on her figure. He admired her as if she, herself, was an antique piece of art to be treasured by all who visit the museum. Eventually, they made their way through the museum and exited the museum right as it began to close.

“You sure liked those exhibits,” commented Jim. He smirked at her as she leaned into him.

“I did,” She confirmed. “I especially enjoyed the Yixing teapot demonstration.”

“Seems to me you enjoyed speaking to the lady more than any of the other exhibits we visited.” Jim poked at her and gleefully ran away from her as she tried to get him back.

She laughed as he dodged her attempts to catch him. Finally, she caught him and he brought his lips to hers. Her breath was taken away.

Shaking it off she continued, “Well, ya. It’s not every day you find someone who can speak mandarin.”

Jim placed her hand in his and they continued meandering around the plaza. The lights of London illuminated their promenade. A pleasant silence fell over them as they approached the bus station.

Jim turned to Y/N and said, “I’m going to be heading for Germany in a few days.”

Y/N cocked her toward him. “You’re leaving?”

“Unfortunately I’m leaving the day after tomorrow,” He clarified. “I’m going to be gone for a few weeks at most. Business calls.”

Y/N groaned. “Really? Is there any way I can see you before you go?”

Jim brought his hands to cup her face. “I’m free tomorrow night. If you would like to join me for a nice dinner.” His mocha eyes flicked between hers.

She nods.”Promise you’ll call?” She pouts.

Jim lovingly smiles. “Every day.”

Y/N leans in to press a lingering kiss to his lips as the bus pulls up beside them to take her back to Baker Street. Reluctantly she lets go of Jim’s hand and enters the bus. She sits by the window and waves him goodbye as the bus pulls away from the station. Y/N rests her head on the window and solemnly peers out. It’s going to be a long few weeks.

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It was a beautiful morning. The sun was high in the sky shining down its excellence for all to see. A rare occurrence in London late in the autumn season. On a day like this, Y/N dreamed of being outside and feeling the sun’s warm rays on her face but she was stuck in a bistro. Now, typically she wouldn’t complain about being in a bistro except it that it was outrageously far away from Baker Street. She had quite a struggle finding a bus to the location. Eventually, she had to settle on taking three different buses to reach the bistro. All because a certain bullheaded brother of her employer, Mycroft Holmes insisted on keeping up his appearance and staying under the radar, as he called it.

Y/N couldn’t complain since the income that Mycroft was giving her kept her afloat despite her job working as Sherlock’s assistant. Mycroft increased her pay due to her proximity to his brother.

Mycroft had cut all the niceties and skipped to the point. He demanded to know about Sherlock’s movements and whom he was involved with. Y/N, of course, told him everything to the best of her ability. Mycroft, jotting down everything she said. It did not take long for the interrogation to finish.

Mycroft closed the notebook and pondered. “Are you engaging in any relations with my brother?”

Y/N about choked on her tea. “What?!”

“You must be confused about my question,” Mycroft stated. “Let me explain, are you engaging in any romantic or sexual relat…”

“Let me stop you right there, Mycroft.” Enunciated Y/N. “I am your brother’s assistant and ONLY his assistant.” Mycroft’s eyes narrowed at her. “I’ll have you know it I’m in a relationship with another man, and am in no way inclined into being in a relationship with Sherlock.”

Mycroft sat back and nodded his head, satisfied with the answer. He reached for his umbrella and stood up out of his seat. “I’ll see you next month, Ms. L/N.” Without another word, he was gone.

Y/N sighed and rested her head in her hands. Dealing with one Holmes brother was enough, but two. That’s where she drew the line.

Just then the phone in her back pocket rang, and she was greeted with the familiar sound of John panicking.

“I’m having a row with a chip-in-pin machine at the grocery store. Sherlock won’t pick up. And I’m about to break something.” Fumed John.

In the background, an automated voice chimed, “Item not scanned. Please try again….Card not authorized…”

“Alright, John” giggled Y/N, “I’m on my way. It’s going to be a while until I get there.” She grabbed her things and made her way out of the bistro.

“Better than Sherlock,” John grumbled. “He is not picking up his phone.”

“Really?” She asked. She could hear John grunt on the other end of the phone. “Send me your location, and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” John sent her his location and she typed it into her maps.

As she was walking, she tried calling Sherlock’s cell and was sent to voicemail. After a few times being sent to voicemail, she called her Aunt’s number.

“Hello, this is Martha Hudson speaking.” Mrs.Hudson still hadn’t gotten used to the cell phone.

Y/N chuckled, “Auntie M, it’s me.”

“Oh, I should have known that’s why your name was on the screen. I’ll never get used to these phones.”

“You’ll get the hang of it eventually” reassured Y/N. “By any chance is Sherlock home? He’s not answering his phone.”

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A man wrapped in clothes covering him head to toe lunged at Sherlock. A sword stabbed forward and Sherlock lept to the side. Then Sherlock jumps up grabbing the man by his wrists. After some struggle, the man pushes Sherlock onto the kitchen table, his sword aimed at Sherlock’s throat. The man yelled out to bring the sword down. Sherlock pushes his attacker’s wrist upwards to put distance between him and the blade. A sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping down his chiseled cheekbones. The attacker’s grip began to weaken as his wrist bent slightly upwards. Suddenly, Sherlock forces himself off the table. The attacker backs away into the living, swiping at Sherlock. He ducks and then brings a powerful uppercut into his attacker’s chin. The man falls to the ground with a grunt, unconscious. After catching his breath Sherlock stands tall, dusting off the mess of the fight. He ran his hand through his head of dark curls wondering how he was going to take care of the body.

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A deep sigh escaped Mrs.Hudson’s mouth. “He is, Lizzy. But he’s…” There was a pause as she tried to find the right words. “I believe he’s occupied with… with a special someone. I can hear them from downstairs. It sounds like they’re having quite a good time, by all the grunting, crashing, thumping I hear..”

Y/N’s face turned bright red. “Oh! Thanks for telling me. I thought he... Just… never mind. See you later, Auntie M.”

“Alright dear, goodbye.” Y/N immediately pressed the red button and burst into laughter. She couldn’t wait to tell John about what Mrs.Hudson had told her.

There was an extremely long line when Y/N entered the store, at the front stood John. His finger angrily motioned towards the machine a vein popped out of his head. He refused to give up and kept trying to figure out the chip-in-pin machine. An automated voice responds, “The card you are using is not authorized. Please try again.” A collective groan escapes the mouths of those in the line.

“Oh shut up. Go wait in another queue if you so please.” Scoffed John. He was not happy, Y/N could tell that. But seeing her best friend get so frustrated over a chip-in-PIN machine was just too funny, so she laughed. Recognizing that laugh, John looked up and a sigh of relief washed over them. So much so that he announced it to everyone in the queue behind him. “Look everyone, help has arrived.” A few people in the queue behind him awkwardly clapped their hands, unsure of what to do.

Y/N chuckled and pulled out her wallet and inserted the card. Typing in her pin the machine chimed, accepting the card and payment. John stood there shocked, as Y/N started gathering the bags of groceries. “You didn’t need to do that Y/N.”

“Just helping out a friend in need.” She replied as John began taking a few of the bags from Y/N’s arms.

“No, no, you stopped me from practically murdering that machine. Let me pay you back.”

Y/N chuckled, “Alright then John. You can cover for me tonight. Jim’s asked me to have dinner at his place.”

John wiggled his eyebrows at his friend. “Oh? Last I heard you two made it official. Special night planned?”

Y/N smiled to herself and a pink tint flushed over her face. “I don’t know. He leaves for Germany on a business trip for a few weeks, so…”

“I’ve got you covered, Y/N,” John confirms. “Though it’s not really what I meant by paying you back, that works too.” Once the two of them had gathered the groceries.

On the way home, Y/N remembered to tell John what Mrs.Hudson had told her when she called asking for Sherlock. Immediately John’s ears turned bright pink as his mind fought to process this new information. “You’re telling me Sherlock might’ve had someone over? That doesn’t sound like him...I was pretty sure that he was…”

“Married to his workl?!” Proposed Y/N, John nodded his head in agreement. “Same here, but you never know. I mean he’s never told us specifically that he was… you know. But imagine, if what Auntie M said was true. Sherlock’s never gonna hear the end of it,” chuckled Y/N. John couldn’t help but chuckle as well. Sherlock, the man whom everyone thought was married to his work, might have been possibly overheard by his landlady satisfying certain needs.

It didn't take the two of them long to return home. The whole way home they’d come up with ways to tease Sherlock. Laughing and joking as the cold November wind blew around them. Lifting the fallen leaves on the road sidewalk causing them to dance around like a spinning ballerina. When they entered 221 Mrs.Hudson had told the two of them to settle down. It had only just gotten quiet upstairs. This sparked another wave of laughter between John and Y/N as they remembered all the teasing and jokes that awaited them. Mrs.Hudson brushed them off and sent them up the stairs mumbling something about how laughter was good for the soul.

Sitting at the dining table, Sherlock was typing away on John’s computer. Not even looking up at his two friends as they entered the kitchen with the groceries. Y/N and John shared looks as they looked around the apartment for clues to aid in their suspicion. Except the place was just as they left it and Sherlock on his throne not having moved an inch.

“You took your time,” Sherlock noted not looking up from the computer.

“I had a row with a chip-and-PIN machine. I tried calling you for help, but you didn’t answer.” Placing the groceries on the counter John looked at Sherlock in disbelief. “Is that my computer?”

“Of course,” stated Sherlock.

John clenched his jaw. “What?!”

Y/N smirked as she placed the groceries in the fridge.

“Mine was in my bedroom, John,” Sherlock enunciated. “You…you had a row with a chip-and-PIN machine?”

“Y/N had to come and save me.” John paused and opened his mouth thinking of how he could censor his words. “It’s password-protected, Sherlock!” John spat.

“In a manner of speaking. Took me less than a minute to guess yours. Fort Knox. You should change your password,” suggested Sherlock. John’s mouth hung open and he would have stayed that way if it wasn’t for Y/N chucking an apple at him. John caught it and then turned his focus on unpacking the groceries.

Leaning over the dining table, Y/N began implying, “So, Sherlock.” He glanced up from the computer to look at her. A few hairs fell into her face. Her smile was all too suggestive of something. “Sounds like you had quite a good time earlier. If you know what I mean.” John practically choked on the air he was breathing.

He cocked a brow up at her and glanced around the room. “If you say so,” He replied returning to John’s computer.

John looks back at Sherlock and sighs. He marches over to Sherlock snatching his computer from Sherlock’s hands. John then marches across the room placing the computer as far away from Sherlock as he could. Then sliding down he sits in his armchair. John’s eye catches a pile of bills. He frowns.

“Need to get a job,” he mutters.

“Oh, dull,” Sherlock replies.

Y/N clears her throat catching the attention of Sherlock and John. “Actually, I still haven’t been paid since Abbey Grange.”

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and John looked up to the ceiling with frustration.

“I need to go to the bank.” Stated Sherlock, completely ignoring the comment Y/N had just made.

“Okay…?” Y/N responded. Sherlock stood up and threw on his coat. He turned to Y/N and John. His blue eyes gave them a look. “Oh! We’re coming.”

Sherlock headed down the stairs. Y/N scurried out after him. John groans standing up from the comfort of his chair. He slowly made his way out of the flat and after Sherlock and Y/N.

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Tower 42, Old Broad Street. That’s what it said in a big bold steel letter. The glass skyscraper lived up to its namesake. It towered over the three of them. A giant in a city of tiny figurines. The numerous windows shimmered in the late morning sun. Each surface is expertly cleaned extracting the sense of wealth. Y/N shudders just thinking about the amount of wealth this bank owned. Before the three of them stood glass revolving doors. People spun in and out of them. Sherlock stepped forward leading John and Y/N inside the luxurious building.

They entered an impressive foyer. Chatter filled the background as people took calls and others withdrew money from their accounts. As Y/N glanced around, she saw the newest and best computer and technology. This bank far exceeded the expectations of her own. To the side there hung a large sign saying Shad Sanderson Bank. Y/N glanced toward her employer. His icy eyes astutely observed his surroundings. The images of the glass barriers, clocks, and the reception desk could be seen in them. Then Sherlock came to a stop. They had arrived at a reception desk.

One of the many receptionists behind the desk peered up at the three of them. Her eyes judgingly glanced over their appearance. It was obvious they did not belong in a bank of this caliber.

“Sherlock Holmes,” addressed Sherlock. The woman’s eye’s widened and she immediately led them through a heavy set of doors labeled employees only. She led down winding hallways, and the three of them passed numerous offices. Some of which were larger than the entire square footage of their apartments. Eventually, they came to an office. To the side of the door, there stood a brass name tag: Sebastian Wilkes. The receptionist opened the door and ushered them inside.

A man in a well-tailored suit stood up from the desk. He flashes a grin at the three of them. His brown eyes land on Y/N and linger on her figure. Sherlock’s jaw clenches and he clears his throat bringing the man’s attention to him.

“Sherlock Holmes,” Sebastian states.

“Sebastian,” Sherlock grimaced.

Sebastian sticks his hand out for Sherlock to shake, which he reluctantly takes.

“Howdy, buddy. How long has it been? Eight years since I clapped eyes on you?” Sebastian guessed with an overly excited smile plastered on his face.

An expression of disdain flashed on Sherlock’s face, one which he barely tried to hide. A similar look appeared on Y/N’s face.

Sherlock pointed towards John, “This is my friend, John Watson.”

Sebastian widened his eyes in surprise. “And who’s this lovely lady?” Sebastian asked. Sherlock’s eyes narrowed at him.

Y/N winced at the comment.

“This is my assistant and friend,” Sherlock glowered at Sebastian, “Y/N L/N.”

“Right.” Sebastian scoffed. He gave Sherlock a quick look as if to say Didn’t think you had any friends! Grinning unpleasantly the man sat back in his chair, motioning for the others to take a seat. Both John and Y/N’s lips purse with instant dislike. “Well, grab a seat. D’you need anything? Coffee, water?”

The three reply with a no.

“So, you’re doing well. You’ve been abroad a lot?” Sherlock commented.

“Well, some.” Sebastian smiled at Y/N.

“Flying all the way around the world twice in a month?” smirked Sherlock.

“Right. You’re doing that thing.” Sebastian noticed. Looking towards Y/N, he continued, “ We were at uni together. This guy here had a trick he used to do.”

“It’s not a trick,” Sherlock muttered barely enough for Y/N to hear.

“He could look at you and tell you your whole life story!” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Yes, I’ve seen him do it,” Y/N noted.

“Put the wind-up everybody. We hated him.” Y/N noticed how Sherlock turned his head away and looked down at his feet. She of all people could recognize his face momentarily filling with pain. The presenting pleasant expression dropped from Y/N's face. Her jaw was tightly clenched as her gaze turned back to Sebastian. “You’d come down to breakfast in the Formal Hall and this freak would know you’d been shagging the previous night.

“I simply observed,” Sherlock stated remnants of pain still present in his eyes.

“Go on, enlighten me,” scoffs Sebastian,” Two trips a month, flying around the world – you’re quite right. How could you tell?”

Sherlock opens his mouth to reply but Sebastian continues speaking over him to Y/N. “You’re gonna tell me there was, um, a stain on my tie from some special kind of ketchup you can only buy in Manhattan? ” He smugly says.

John squirms in his chair, ticked off by the man.

“No, I …” Sherlock tries to clarify.

“Maybe it was the mud on my shoes!” Interrupted Sherlock.

“I was just chatting with your secretary outside. She told me.” Sherlock stated.

Both John and Sebastian frown at him. John was confused by the simply ordinary explanation of his deductions. Then Sebastian breaks into a humorless laugh and Sherlock smiles back at him. His face showed no hint of humor. Suddenly Sebastian claps his hands together, turning back to Y/N

“How’d you end up working for him?” He asked as if it was impossible.

Y/N smiled a knowing smile. One that hid the shared hatred she, John, and Sherlock felt for Sebastian. “I work for Sherlock because I admire his talent and the fact that he’s a good person.”

Both Sherlock and John’s eyes widened at her explanation. The pain from Sherlock’s eyes dissolved and was replaced with something else–something more tender. John smirked proudly at his friend.

Sebastian scoffed in disbelief. “Wouldn’t a pretty girl like you want to work for someone…”

She cut him off. “What? Normal? Are you normal?”

He nods as he fell into the trap of her faked innocence.

“Oh,” she gasped, her expression immediately losing all its pleasantness. “So it normal for you to stare at women as if they are objects to be ogled at?” Sebastain’s face drops as she shifts in his seat. Uncomfortable under the woman’s powerful gaze. “Because I’ve noticed you haven’t taken your eyes off of me since I walked into this room despite having invited Sherlock here for help. So why don’t we discuss that? After all, it's what we are here for. If not, we will kindly take our leave.”

Sherlock glanced toward Y/N, her tall and confident figure etched in his memory. He made no effort to hide the large smile on his face. John, on the other hand, had to use his hand to stifle a laugh. A few snickers escaped his mouth. Y/N sat still, glowing from the victory of her battle. Their reactions only added to the embarrassment that Sebastian felt.

Sebastian cleared his throat and flashed an awkward smile. Catching his breath, Sebastian straightened his tie and then leaned forward. His tone became more serious. He turned to Sherlock and got to the point, “I’m glad you could make it over. We’ve had a break-in.”

“What did they steal?” Interrogated John.

Turning towards John, Sebastian explained, “Nothing. Just left a little message.”

Now, this intrigued the consulting detective and his crime-solving friends. They rose from their seats and followed Sebastian as he showed them to the office. Sherlock stood close to Y/N as if he was repelling Sebastian away from her; Not that he needed to after her outbreak in his office.

In order to get into the room, Sebastian had to use a security card, something that Sherlock took note of. Inside, the walls were plain white. On one of the walls behind the large wooden desk was a huge framed painted portrait of the once bank’s chairman. The painting wasn’t what captivated the attention of the three friends. It was the bright yellow, spray-painted, graffiti tag on the wall left of the painting. The tag appeared to resemble the number 8, but the top of the number was left open. Above it was a horizontal straight line across the painting. Sherlock stepped forward to get a better look at the wall, Y/N standing closely behind him. John stood on the other side of the room next to Sebastian.

“The room’s been left here like a sort of memorial,” Sebastian explained. “Someone broke in late last night.”

Y/N peered up at the graffiti symbols. A sense of familiarity washed over her. “It looks like numbers,” she muttered quietly to herself. She noted that the line covering the painting’s eyes reminded her the of Chinese word for one. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a picture of the graffiti.

After they were done observing the wall, Sebastian had taken them back to his office to view the security footage. The three of them, John, Sherlock, and Y/N, crowded around Sebastian’s computer. Y/N had retrieved a leather-bound journal and was writing down notes with her blue gel pen. The only pen, Sherlock noticed, she was willing to write with. Sebastian began to explain the videos. “They’re 60 seconds apart. Someone came up here in the middle of the night, splashed around some paint, and then left. All within a minute.”

Sherlock squinted his eyes at the screen. “How many ways into that office?”

“Well, that’s where this gets really interesting.” Sebastian then showed the three of them the security camera in the reception center. “Every door that opens in the bank is logged right here. Every door.”

Sherlock took his turn at the computer and noticed that “The door didn’t open last night.”

Sebastian stood up, pulling something out of his chest pocket. “There’s a hole in our security. Find it and we’ll pay you–five figures,” Sebastian reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He held a check out. Sherlock glared at the check. “This is an advance. Tell us how he got in and there’s a bigger one on its way.” John’s eyes widened and graciously took the check from Sebastian’s hand.

Sherlock had asked to see the office once more, alone. That meant John and Y/N stood outside, waiting for what seemed like hours for their dark-haired friend to emerge from the room. Shortly, afterward, Sherlock is dancing around the trading floor. John and Y/N uncomfortably stand as their friend ducks down behind a desk. Slowly, Sherlock’s head of dark curls rises above the desk. His eyes stared in concentration at the glass door to Sir William’s office. Then he scurries across the floor, to the bemusement of John and Y/N. They chuckle at their friend’s ridiculous methods, knowing that it works. Sherlock continues to scamper around the office. Scurrying from behind the desk and peering at the office entrance. He reaches a doorway and enters an office. He makes his way behind the desk and, again, looks up at the office entryway. His eyes narrow as he gets a clear view of the spray paint covering the eyes of the portrait. Afterward, he makes his way around the office one more time before ending back up at the office. He looks around the room, as John and Y/N observe him. Then Sherlock heads to a door and calls Y/N’s name. Beckoning her to him. He slides the sign out of the holder and hands it to her. She glances down at the name on the slip: Eddie Van Coon. Once she places it securely in her pocket, the two of them head off. John followed them.

Sherlock led them toward the escalators. The two ran after him. John was about to ask Sherlock a question, but Sherlock immediately answered. “Got everything I need to know. That graffiti was a message for someone at the bank working on the trading floors. We find the recipient and ....”

John finished his sentence, “then they'll lead us to the person who sent it.”

They stepped on the escalators. The buzz of the escalators hummed loudly in their ears.

“Two trips around the world this month. You didn’t ask his secretary; you said that just to irritate him,” noted John.

Sherlock smirks but doesn’t reply to John.

“How did you know?” John pondered.

“Did you see his watch?” Sherlock asked.

“His watch?” repeated Y/N.

“The time was right but the date was wrong,” Sherlock explained. “Said two days ago. Crossed the dateline twice but he didn’t alter it.”

“Within a month? How’d you get that part?” John mused.

“New Breitling,” Sherlock proudly emitted. Y/N cocked her brow up in confusion. “Only came out this February. Obvious really.”

John smiled proudly at his friend.

“Sherlock?” Y/N wondered. “There’s probably about three hundred people up there. Who was the message meant for?”

“Pillars,” stated Sherlock.

“What?” John and Y/N chimed in unison.

Sherlock smiled, “Pillars and the screens. Very few places you can see that graffiti from. That narrows the field considerably. And of course, the message was left at eleven thirty-four last night. That tells us a lot.”

“Does it?” John asked.

Sherlock stepped off the escalator and continued talking as the three of them went through the revolving doors and onto the street. “Traders come to work at all hours. Some trade with Hong Kong in the middle of the night. That message was intended for someone who came in at midnight. Y/N” He interjects, “what was the name on the card I gave you?”

She quickly pulls the slip out. “Umm…Edde Van Coon.”

“Not many Van Coons in the phonebook.” Sherlock cleverly says.

His blue eyes scan the road landing on a taxi. Immediately he calls out, “Taxi!”

A buzz comes from Y/N’s pocket and she pulls out her phone. Jim. She glances over the message as John and Sherlock enter the cab.

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Can’t wait for tonight. I’ll pick you up around 5.30.”

-Jim

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Y/N’s drifted up and caught sight of the time. Two hours until her and Jim’s date. She cleared her throat catching Sherlock’s attention.

“You two go on without me. I’ve got to go.”

Sherlock tilts his head. “Pardon?”

“Ya, I’ve got um…” Y/N looks towards John for help. “A date.”

John nods his head, “Let’s go, Sherlock. We’ll see you later, Y/N.” He grasps Sherlock's sleeve to pull him into the car. Sherlock yanks his arm away from John and steps out onto the curb facing Y/N.

“You can’t.” He states. “I need my assistant.”

Y/N sighs. “Sherlock, you’ll be just fine. Plus, you have John.”

Sherlock doesn’t budge. “Y/N as your employer, I expect certain things of you. One of which is altering me before the time that you will be absent from work. That way John and I can plan accordingly.”

“But I told John this morning,” she pleads.

“Exactly, you told him and not me, your employer. Tell your date that you can not make it.”

John scoffs in disbelief. “Sherlock!” John glared at Sherlock. The determination latched in his blue eyes, defeated John.

“Sherlock, my boyfriend is leaving the country for work and will be gone for the next few weeks. This will be the last chance I get to see him. It’s not fair.”

Sherlock leaned into Y/N. “It’s not fair to us. We are in the middle of solving a case, and an important one at that. I need you here by my side.” Y/N crossed her arms. “Of course you can leave,” Sherlock stated. “I have no control over your actions, but that would put your attachment to your job in question.”

Pinching her nose, she took a moment to think. She did need the job and she was starting to like John and Sherlock. They were growing on her. A pregnant pause filled the air. Y/N sighed sadly, her eyes lowering. “You’re right. Just let me call Jim and tell him I can’t make it tonight.”

Sherlock’s shoulder release as he nods. Then he climbed back into the cab. Y/N tried calling Jim, but it went to voicemail, so she texted him instead. Explaining that something came up at work and that she couldn’t make it. A pang of guilt swished in her stomach. Soon after, she got in the back of the cab, and they were off.

John looked over Sherlock at Y/N and offered her a comforting smile. His eyes telling her that he was sorry about not being able to help her. Y/N understood and then turned away to peer down at her hands. She began to fiddle with the rings on her fingers. Her back slightly hunched over.

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The taxi lets them outside a block of flats. Sherlock pays the driver and then heads out marching directly toward a door buzzer. He glanced at the names and found one that was labelled ‘Van Coon’. He pressed the buzzer for a few seconds and then released it. There was no response. Y/N stuffed her hands in her pockets and began looking around. Sherlock pressed the button again. No response.

“So, what do we do now? Sit here and wait for him to come back?” John pondered.

Again, Sherlock’s eyes glance over the name label and then flashes a triumphant smile.

“Just moved in.” Sherlock smirked.

“What?” asks Y/N.

“The floor above. New label.” He clarifies.

Then Sherlock pressed the door buzzer above Van Coon’s.

“Could have replaced it,” John added.

Sherlock turned to look at John, “No-one ever does that.”

Suddenly a scratching noise comes from the speaker in front of them. A woman’s voice breaks through. “Hello?”

Sherlock turns to the camera and smiles. The smile reminded Y/N of the southern hospitality she experiences in the United States; The cheery neighbors popping by with a plate full of cookies and asking if you had Jesus or God in your life.

“Hi!” chirped Sherlock. His voice most definitely three octaves higher. “Um, I live in the flat below you. I-I don’t think we’ve met.” He grins into the camera. Y/N does her best to stifle a snicker.

“No, well, uh. I’ve just moved in,” the woman’s voice explained.

Sherlock briefly turns around to present his I-told-you-so face towards John and Y/N. “Actually,” Sherlocks states, “I’ve just locked my keys in my flat.” He fakes embarrassment as he says it.

“...Do you want me to buzz you in?” The woman hesitantly asks.

“Yeah…and can I use your balcony?” He requested.

“What?” The woman responds. John and Y/N flash each other confused looks.

Not long after Y/N, Sherlock, and John are buzzed into the apartment building. As they step into the elevator to the correct floor, Sherlock address his friends. “John, Y/N. You two wait outside Van Coon’s flat. I’ll let you in.”

John nods, but Y/N declines. Sherlock cocks his brow up. “You wanted me to stay with you right. If I remember correctly right by your side. I’m coming with you.” She dictated.

Sherlock’s eyes narrow and his jaw clenches. “Fine.” She smiles triumphantly. “John, wait for us and we’ll let you in.” He leans in close to Y/N’s, whispering into her ear. “I hope you’re good with heights.”

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“You want me to what?!” Y/N exclaimed.

Sherlock looks back at her as they stand on Ms Wintle’s balcony. “I want you to climb down.”

He peers over the edge of the balcony. His eyes fall on the ground several floors below them. Quite a fall, he notes. Y/N visibly gulps, and Sherlock smirks. “You can always join John.”

“No !...no,” she states more calmly. “I’m staying right by your side.” Sherlock’s cheeks lightly flushed at the promise.

Without another word, Sherlock swings his leg over the balcony and with the expertise of a gymnast fall down onto the balcony below. Y/N yelps and runs to the edge. Sherlock flashes a cocky smile.

“Worried?”

She scoffs. “No…never.” Y/N takes in a deep breath ignoring the shakiness of her hands. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of Ms. Wintle’s balcony. Carefully she swings a leg over and feels her arms give out from under her. She cries out as her grip on the balcony tightens. Her legs flail as they search for ground.

“Need help?” Sherlock asks.

She turned her head to look down at the balcony below her. All she had to do was let go and she would come in contact with Van Coon’s balcony. “...Never.” She grunted. She let go and preemptively closed her eyes. Her feet it the concrete surface and Y/N opened her eyes, becoming aware of the sensation of Sherlock’s arms wrapped around her lower back and waist. They were close–to close. Their noses were barely touching. Y/N’s eyes widened as she realized an aching feeling her hand. She was gripping onto Sherlock coat tightly. She released her hands and stepped back. She looked down and dusted herself off.

“Better let John in.” She muttered. Sherlock’s eyes followed her as she slides the door from the balcony open and entered the apartment.

The apartment was very elegantly decorated. It was spotless. Almost as if it were a showing apartment, decorated by real estate and interior designers to sell the space. This is clearly the apartment of a wealthy man. Y/N noted the white leather furniture free of any wrinkled and shiny black tables with minimal clutter. Sherlock parades through the room looking at everything as he goes. He stops to glance at a pile of books on a table and the coffee mug with the handle facing left. Then Sherlock walks through the kitchen with Y/N following behind trying to calm down her fluttering heart. He opened the fridge to reveal that it’s full of bottles of champagne. “Must be a romantic,” Y/N mumbled. Sherlock rolls his eyes at the comment. Suddenly, the front door to the flat buzzes.

The muffled sound of John is heard from the other side of the door. “Sherlock?” He pauses. “Y/N?”

They move into the hallway.

“Are you two, okay?” John yells.

“We’re perfectly fine, John!” Y/N calls back.

Sherlock swings the door to a small bathroom open and glances inside. Shutting the door moves onto the next door. He turns the knob, yet it resists.

“Yeah, any time you feel like letting me in,” John commented.

Y/N immediately turned around towards the sound of John’s voice. “Coming!”

She leaves Sherlock to go let John in. Coming to the door she notices that all the locks have been used. Her hands hover over the locks, and then reach into her pockets to pull out her phone. Why would someone who lives this high up bolt every lock on their door? She snaps a quick photo and opens to the door for John.

Suddenly a loud crack is heard from behind her. Her and John’s eyes widen as the race towards the sound. They burst into the room. Y/N’s stomach lurches and she has to look away.

There lay a man in a suit and overcoat lying on the bed. His eyes open. A pistol on the floor and a bullet hole in his right temple.

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雪梨杏仁无花果茶 - Autumn Tea

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水 600 ml Water 冰糖 5 g Rock Sugar 无花果 2 pc Fig 杏仁 6 pc Almond 玉竹 2 pc Solomon's Seal 雪梨干 3 pc Dried Snow Pear

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《金锁记》剧本改编

喧闹的商业街的午后，街上处处是叫卖声、吆喝声。街上熙熙攘攘的，人们不停地进出各式各样的店铺，手上拎着满满的物品。从外往内数的第三家，是一家麻油铺。店里满是芝麻的油香，柜台是带着油污的黑色，油缸上吊着不同大小的舀子。

曹七巧，大约十八、九岁的模样，着蓝夏布衫裤，镜面乌绫镶滚，站在麻油铺柜台后，正和一个头缠白色汗巾、身着带血污的背心的男孩相互打趣着。

男孩是肉铺里的朝禄，他看向七巧时，眼里总是带着些许欣喜。朝禄叫她曹大姑娘，或是巧姐儿。七巧略带愠色地打了朝禄一巴掌，眼角却带着笑意。

麻油铺旁的肉铺，伙计正在分割猪肉，只见他从钩子上摘下一片生猪油，重重地抛向肉案。初夏的微风，伴随着逐渐升高的温度，空气中弥漫着腻滞的死去的肉体的气味。

三十来岁的曹七巧睁开了双眼，她试图将自己的丈夫固定在椅子上，但这一团毫无生命力的肉体却不断向下滑，曹七巧用力踢了一下桌角，脸上是委屈的泪痕。她垂下头。

曹七巧的声音：“你碰过他的肉没有？是软的、重的，就像人的脚有时发了麻，摸上去那感觉……”

她带着戏谑打量着周围的一切，眼中曾经的光芒荡然无存，只有对眼前苟延残喘生命的嫌弃以及对周遭一切的不满：

丫鬟在曹七巧背后的窃窃私语以及轻视的眼光；

姜季泽的摸自己脚的轻薄以及自己对他又爱又恨的交织情感；

分家时孤儿寡母被欺��的无助与无奈……

五十来岁的曹七巧半躺在床上，她的脸色枯黄，牙齿是被鸦片熏过的黄色。她带着玉质的、银质的、金质的手镯与戒指，手上握着枪杆，吞云吐雾。

姜长白进入屋内，试图找七巧要钱，七巧顺手将身旁的枕头扔了过去，长白悻悻地退了出去。

长安的脸浮现在曹七巧眼前，曾经满怀期待的少女，如今眼中的光已然全部熄灭。七巧脑海中的长安好像已经永远失去了笑容，眼中只有对母亲的怨恨与失望。

七巧好像突然受到了什么惊吓，手中的烟枪重重地落到了地上。她摸了摸胸前挂着的、已经有些褪色的金锁，缓缓闭上了双眼。

出现皎洁月光缓缓泻下的场景。

片头：金锁记。

片头完。

这是姜季泽家中。

小姐太太们时常在家中支起麻将桌，约上三五好友，闲话家常，有时会请说书的、唱戏的来家中逗乐，大家在牌桌上消磨时光。屋内的丫鬟们进进出出，时而添茶送水，时而呈上吃食。

洗牌的声音回响着，麻将敲击桌面，发出脆响。女人的笑声尖利，贵妇们身上的首饰叮铃作响。似乎每一桌都拥有闲聊的话题，人们的注意力更多在八卦上。呷一口茶，摸一张牌，然后全身心地投入到闲谈他人的生活中。

一进门是许多牌桌，每一张桌子上都坐满了人。桌上摆着茶壶与点心，不时有丫鬟呈上热毛巾揩手。屋内的装潢是旧式风格，有一木质的屏风，墙上挂着中国山水画。屋前有一矮桌，有一个训鸟人正在教鹦鹉学舌，但并没有多少人注意他。

突然一声惊呼，所有的声音戛然而止。

兰仙（大笑着）：“哎！又和了！对不住了，今天手气好。”

兰仙发现周围的人都在看向自己，不好意思地向周围人点头示意，并连连小声道歉。周围的牌桌又渐渐恢复到了先前的热闹。

与兰仙同桌的牌��子们露出了些许的不悦，但很快就用讪笑掩饰过去。与兰仙同桌的牌搭子三人分别是李太太、王太太与陈太太，四人都是阔太太，衣着华丽，身上佩戴着许多首饰，交谈甚欢。

李太太（着手准备开始洗牌）：“姜太太，这都第几把了，您这是有什么顺心事吗？所有的好火气都在您这儿。”

兰仙没有回答，眼里满是自得的神气。李太太左手边的王太太一边洗牌，一边做惊讶状。

王太太（惊讶状）：“嗐，李太太，您还不知道呢。自打姜老夫人仙去、姜家分家后，姜太太这不和她家那位讨人嫌的麻油铺分开了嘛，这可不是天大的喜事。”

四人不约而同地发出了笑声。

陈太太（呶呶嘴，不屑状）：“要我说，麻油铺就是一扫把星。姜太太之前和我们打牌的时候，总是愁眉苦脸地说着麻油铺的‘奇闻轶事’，又是家中丢了东西，又是争执不断、鸡犬不宁的。这一分家，人逢喜事精神爽，可不手气好嘛。”

兰仙的眼中带着戏谑，伸出手连连摆了摆，试图让三人讨论的声音降低些。

兰仙（食指放在嘴前，“嘘”声）：“哎哎，这可离人家地盘儿不远，可不敢这样说。（大笑）想我刚嫁到姜家的时候，她倒好，先是要姜家云泽姑娘早些出嫁，甚至写信给人家未来夫家，赶她出门，又是把我揣着捏着、捶着打着，恨不得把我一并赶走好。你说说，就算她命苦嫁了个残废，这谁可受得了她！”

王太太因为久坐，颈椎有些难受。她向左右侧了侧头，似乎是在拉伸，同时一只手放在颈部揉捏。

王太太：“可不是嘛，毕竟和我们不是一个出身。早年听我家老妈子说，这麻油铺可是街上一枝花呢，那肉铺家的、修鞋的、拉车的，可都把她视若天仙，她可不心高气傲！谁成想她兄嫂钻钱眼里了，把亲妹妹卖给姜家作姨太太，侍奉个残废。可真够狠的！”

兰仙眼前浮现出曹大年夫妇的模样：欠着腰、唯唯诺诺的，身上穿的还不及姜家下人好，看到姜家人就像是见了活菩萨般。

兰仙（翻了个白眼，冷笑）：“麻油铺心里恨毒了她兄嫂，却又不得不接济他们，毕竟这是她在世上仅存的亲人。她兄嫂也正是认准了这点，才敢继续腆着脸来我们姜家要这要那，装得满满的进来，一样装得满满的出去。我可看见了，麻油铺可是拿了金镯子、金簪子、金锞子给他们！她兄嫂那道谢不迭的样子，可像极了陈太太家那只哈巴狗！”

四人似乎联想到了陈太太家那只吐着舌头，看见人就摇尾巴的哈巴狗，不由得同时发出大笑。

陈太太虽然感觉有些被冒犯，但碍于主人家的面子不好发作，只能将这口气咽了下去，脸上不得不赔着笑脸。

陈太太（尽可能压抑心中的不悦）：“姜太太，您这可是折煞我家的狗了！”

兰仙的丫鬟小双端着明前的龙井和各类茶点从门口进入。她半弯着腰，给每个太太都换上了新茶水，将变凉的揩手巾一并收了。转身欲退下。

兰仙看到小双，突然反应她原来在姜家时服侍二房的。兰仙心生一计，伸手拉住了正欲离开的小双，对她莞尔一笑。

兰仙（不怀好意状）：“我近年来年岁长了，记忆力也大不如从前，小双，你来详细说说之前曹家舅爷来姜家的场景给各位太太听吧。”

小双想到在姜家被曹七巧打压的过往，心中不由得涌起愤怒。她将手中的托盘放在麻将桌旁的小茶几上，双手抱胸，十分努力忍住不让自己翻白眼。

小双：“那天我可记得清清楚楚。各位太太，麻油铺一听到我说她兄嫂来了，嘴上说着怎么又来了，可她的眼睛居然亮了起来，好像来的是两个大宝贝！明明每次来姜家都是拿这拿那，象征性问候两句，她居然还盼着他们来？要换做是我，我可巴不得离这二位瘟神远远儿的呢！”

四位太太相互交换眼神，想到曹七巧会对将她推入火坑的兄嫂还有所期待，仿佛像是听到了天大的笑话一般，笑着摇了摇头。

小双看到四人的反应，以为是和她有共鸣，内心甚至有些窃喜。便继续讲了下去。

小双：“她不停地给这个给那个的，谁还不贪呢！除了自己要的，还给儿女，甚至是家里的老妈子都拿了东西。一向扣扣搜搜的麻油铺在这个时候倒是大方得很呢！”

李太太（深表赞同状）：“可不，按她这样的脾性，姜家上下谁会乐意接近她？这也是自作孽不可活！”

小双听到李太太的赞同，十分高兴，准备继续往下说

小双：“李太太，您说的对极了。我看她送走兄嫂时还舍不得呢，那个时候我还觉得她有点可怜，但想起她平日里是怎么对我们这群下人的，我只觉得恶心！说起……”

兰仙见小双洪水决堤般的牢骚，内心有些许的厌烦，敲了敲桌子。

兰仙：“小双，够了，下去吧。”

小双似乎也意识到自己说得有些多了，拿起刚刚放下的托盘，向四位太太鞠了一躬，缓缓退下。

四位太太的牌局正酣，手上摸牌、打牌的速度也渐渐变快。突然，陈太太好像想起了什么的样子，起身调整了一下坐姿，将头凑近牌桌。

陈太太（低声）：“话说回来，我一直好奇，这残废到底是怎样能够生儿育女的？麻油铺的一双儿女看起来可正常得很，完全没有残废父亲的影子呢。”（打出了二饼）

李太太兴奋地抓过那张二饼。

李太太：“哎，我听牌了！”（揉了揉微微发酸的手腕）“陈太太，我想，麻油铺既然能在年轻的时候吸引那么多男人，自然有她的厉害之处，谁知道她有没有什么秘籍呢！”

四人再次交换眼神，发出轻蔑的笑声。好像想到了什么，恍然大悟。

兰仙（厌恶状，仿佛在回忆极度不愿回首的事情）：“嗐，在姜家时，她可一直和姜季泽在我眼皮子底下眉来眼去呢，连脚都摸上了，还以为能瞒住我？她自己都说残废的肉是松的，还要我们去碰他的肉，说是软的、重的。天哪，真是令我作呕。”

王太太：“八万。这可不是想拉着别人可怜可怜她？她诚然可怜，但可怜也不是她恶心别人的托词吧？说到姜先生，姜太太，前几日我可见他去麻油铺家了，您可知道这��？”

兰仙摸了一张牌，兴致突然高涨了起来，她将自己面前的牌推倒，脸上又浮现了得意的笑容。三位太太有些无可奈何。

兰仙：“自摸，清一色！不好意思了各位。（三人数了数钞票递给兰仙）我知道这事，姜季泽有什么事情我不知道？早前姜家分家的时候，他就盯上麻油铺这块肥肉了。年轻的时候姜季泽还称得上端正，姜家本身也没几个正常男人，麻油铺对他有意实属正常。这些年他愈发肥头大耳，头发也稀疏了，儿女一天天大了，他也开始逛起窑子了，还真以为我傻？”

兰仙呷了一口茶，仿佛将自己的怨气也一并咽了下去。三位太太交换了眼神，但是并没有任何意外的神情。姜季泽本就花名在外，听到兰仙对丈夫的描述，三人心中反而有些许嘲讽的意味。

兰仙（清了清嗓子）：“咳，他去找麻油铺，无非是以为麻油铺还念着旧情，会乖乖拿钱出来给他用。麻油铺哪有这么傻！死了丈夫的女人，只有钱不会背叛自己了，这不就把姜季泽扫地出门了？可把我笑死了。”

陈太太用戴着戒指的手小心地夹起一块桂花糕，就着一口茶送入嘴中。细细咀嚼后，用手绢擦拭手上的残屑。她想起前几日在曹七巧家门前曾见到过姜季泽。

陈太太（试探状）：“我是说怎么姜先生从麻油铺家出来的时候一脸晦气，脸色微红。不得不说姜先生这如意算盘打得可够好。没成想这麻油铺倒还机灵，知道自己配不上姜先生，把钱紧紧攥在自己手里。”

王太太听到陈太太认为曹七巧知道自己配不上姜季泽，十分不同意，她将手放在陈太太的手腕处，轻轻一捏。陈太太抬头看了王太太一眼，有些疑惑。

王太太：“她那哪是知道自己配不上姜先生？在我看来，年轻的时候被那么些男人中意，她的心气可高了吧，在听到姜先生的表白时怎么可能没有一丝心潮涌动？只不过是提到钱了，就好似突然察觉到了危险信号，这时被泼了一盆冷水吧？听说分家的时候就闹得不愉快？”

回想起分家时曹七巧带着一双儿女将整个姜家闹得鸡飞狗跳，兰仙翻了个白眼，咬紧牙关，像是从牙缝中蹦出一个个字。

兰仙（咬牙切齿）：“是，当初分家的时候，她说她家那个有病不能出去做官，她是个没脚蟹，长白还不满十四岁，往后苦日子有得过呢。九老太爷问她想怎么办，她也没个想法，只会哭哭啼啼，喊着人家欺负她们孤儿寡母，最后把九太爷直接气走了。最后还是按原计划分家，你说闹这一出，何必呢？”（不耐烦地抓起一张牌，恨恨地摔在牌桌上）

坐在她下手的李太太被她突然的举动吓到了，抬头看了兰仙一眼。兰仙端起茶杯，猛地吞了一大口，眼中是无比的痛恨。李太太摇了摇头，将心思放在牌上。

李太太（与兰仙相反，轻轻地放牌）：“四筒。真是会给姜家丢人。这姜长白和姜长安也这么大了，他们妈把人都给丢完了，这俩孩子以后可怎么过哟！真造孽！”

兰仙冷哼一声。

兰仙：“麻油铺把钱看得死死的，都不给自己儿女花。姜长白是个男孩，还供他读书，姜长安这么大了，看上去还像七八岁的女孩，感觉像是长期在家吃不饱饭。（眼中突然迸射光芒，将身子和声音都压得低低的）我听有人说，麻油铺这么多年也没个男人，她现在眼里就只有他们家白哥儿咯！”

四人不知道联想到了什么画面，笑作一团，伴随着嫌弃与厌恶的表情。

王太太成功接受到兰仙的信号，抓住机会，做出谄媚的神情。

王太太（拿了一张牌，看着兰仙，嘴角牵了一丝笑）：“对比一下您家的长馨，小小年纪便聪颖过人，在学堂里也是拔尖儿的，麻油铺不是一直心高气傲嘛，这儿女也比不过姜太太您呀！”

兰仙似乎很受用的样子，脸上的笑意是对王太太的赞同。但是将她家长馨同姜长白姜长安相比，她内心还是十分鄙夷的。这份不屑十分明显地在她的眼底显露出来。

兰仙：“可不敢和她比，可不敢和她比。我们和麻油铺不是一道人，我们家长馨以后是要嫁给好人家的，可不像姜长安一样是个没爹的野丫头。（陈太太出了幺鸡，兰仙看了一眼自己的牌，高声笑道）哎呀陈太太，谢谢您的幺鸡，我又和啦！哈哈！”

洗牌的声音渐渐淡去，四人依旧在牌桌前叽叽喳喳地。笑声与交谈声逐渐淡去，门口的训鸟人教会鹦鹉“恭喜发财，吉祥如意”这句话，鹦鹉不断地重复着，略带哀凉。

曹七巧家的宅子在这片尽是阔太太的街区显得格格不入，斑驳的鹅黄色小洋楼，生锈的铁栅栏，常年紧闭的大门，无一例外地像是在向他人宣告主人的“贫穷”，甚至连推销员与报童也绝不会去“打扰”这一家人。

院内也是十分的荒凉，秋风将法国梧桐枯黄的叶子吹落，由于老妈子与丫鬟的数量不够，这满庭院的落叶竟无人打扫，远远望去像是一层黄色的薄毯覆盖于深灰色的地面上。老妈子与丫鬟各自心怀鬼胎，都想方设法地偷着懒，都最怕太太的突然召唤。

曹七巧的侄子曹春熙风风火火地从大门进入院内，好像给这座死气沉沉的宅子带来了些许生机。他与长白、长安的年纪相仿，三人很快成为了玩伴。

有天，长安想要拿放在柜子最上方的莲子，长白摆摆手，表示要妹妹自己拿。长安便搬了个凳子，支在柜子旁，拼命踮着脚，试图够到莲子。但由于她长期营养不良，十三岁的年纪却只有七、八岁的身高，怎么都够不着。这时曹春熙看到了。

曹春熙（担心状）：“哎呦，安姐儿可别摔了，回头我可脱不了干系！”

话音未落，长安一个没站稳，向后一仰，凳子被踢翻，曹春熙果断上前扶住了长安。长安有些惊魂未定，大口喘着粗气。

曹七巧（突然冲入房间内，将曹春熙扶住长安的手打掉，十分愤怒，冲曹春熙咆哮）：“我三茶六饭款待你这狼心狗肺的东西，什么地方亏待了你，你欺负我女儿？你那狼心狗肺，你道我揣摩不出么？你别以为你教坏了我女儿，我就不能不捏着鼻子把她许配给你，你好霸占我们的家产！”

曹七巧顿了顿，上下打量了一下不过十来岁的曹春熙，又回想起这么多年以来兄嫂对自己的压榨与欺负，顿时恍然大悟。

曹七巧（冷笑）：“我看你这浑蛋，也还想不出这等主意来，敢情是你爹娘把着手儿教的！那两个狼心狗肺忘恩负义的老浑蛋！齐了心想我的钱，一计不成，又生一计！”

曹春熙听了这席话，气得只想翻白眼，但碍于曹七巧是长辈而不得不压下心中的怒火。他刚欲开口为自己辩解，甚至连长安都想开口解释时，曹七巧更是气不打一处来。

曹七巧（指着他们俩的鼻子，叉着腰）：“你们还有脸顶撞我！（对曹春熙）还不给我快滚，别等我乱棒打出去！（对长白长安）你们俩也给我滚，多大的人了，还胳膊肘往外拐了？你们是想气死我吗！”

三人咧咧呛呛地从房间里退了出去，曹七巧在发完脾气后感到一阵眩晕，扶着丫鬟也离开了房间。

曹春熙年轻，血气方刚，从小到大哪里受过这种委屈？他回到房间后，忿忿不平地开始收拾行李，嘴里还小声骂骂咧咧，当天晚上头也不回地离开了曹七巧的宅子。

姜长安内心虽然也觉得对不起表哥，但这么多年，深知自己母亲脾性的她也不敢和母亲顶撞。在曹春熙离开后，长安蹑手蹑脚地来到七巧的卧室。只见七巧靠坐在床上，腰间垫了一个小枕头，她闭着双眼，手不停地揉着太阳穴，好像是头疼。长安见状有些心疼，悄悄在床边坐下。

姜长安（轻声）：妈，对不起，我让你头疼了。

曹七巧缓缓睁开双眼，眼前的长安让她感觉有些模糊。那一刹，她突然不想让长安长大。虽然很气愤，但曹七巧还是握住长安的手，轻轻抚摸着。

曹七巧（因为疲惫而声音略带温柔）：“你今年过了年也有十三岁了，也该放明白些。表哥虽不是外人，天下的男子都是一样混账。你自己要晓得当心，谁不想你的钱？”

曹七巧想到前些日子姜季泽的所作所为，心中五味杂陈，一是愤怒姜季泽竟然会打孤儿寡母的主意，一是伤感自己对姜季泽竟然还有不切实际的幻想。她撅了噘嘴，表情逐渐严肃。

曹七巧（长叹一口气，悲哀状）：“男人……碰都碰不得！你娘这几个钱不是容易得来的，也不是容易守得住。轮到你们手里，我可不能眼睁睁看着你们上人的当——以后提防着些，听见了没有？”

姜长安垂下了双眼，在内心深处并不苟同母亲的想法，随后脸上挂着一丝悲哀。在她心中，母亲永远把钱看得比一切都重，甚至比自己和哥哥更重。长安感到无可奈何，但在这个家里，曹七巧才是那个拥有绝对权威的人。她很快收起自己脸上的悲哀，微微点了点头。

姜长安（十分小声）：“我听到了。”

曹七巧看了看自己曾经被姜季泽捏过的脚，又看了看长安的一双大脚。突然，她意识到，如果给长安裹脚，她是不是就会待在家中，远离所有的男人？她不出门抛头露面，是不是也意味着节省了很大一笔开支？她咧着嘴，盯着长安笑，长安只觉得有些毛骨悚然。

曹七巧（试探）：“你嘴里尽管答应着，我怎么知道你心里是明白还是糊涂？你人也有这么大了，又是一双大脚，哪里去不得？按说你今年十三了，裹脚已经嫌晚了，原怪我耽误了你。马上这就替你裹起来，也还来得及。”

话音未落，周围的老妈子倒笑了，她们看向彼此，有些不可置信。姜长安在听完母亲的一席话后直直定在了原地，她感到十分恐慌，双眼放大，嘴巴微微打开，想说些什么却又什么都说不出。

曹七巧（笃定地拉着长安）：“我不愁我的女儿没人要，不劳你们替我担心！真没人要，养活她一辈子，我也养得起！”（招呼着几个老妈子按住长安，她亲自替长安裹脚）

姜长安的哭喊声在寂静的黑夜中惊醒了整条街。

第二天，曹七巧盘算着自己的女儿已经缠足，也没办法再去学堂，便寻思着去学堂把学费要回来。她带着两个老妈子，气势汹汹地冲进了学堂，在校长办公室找到了校长。校长本是儒雅之人，先是静静地聆听她的诉求，但当他听到曹七巧在给长安缠足并希望要回学费时，校长感到十分震惊。他愤然起身，坚定地回绝了曹七巧的无理要求。曹七巧哪肯依，她也起身，分开腿，叉着腰，手指着校长，痛骂他不要脸、钻钱眼里了。最后，校长让保安将她们三人架出了校园。

整个学堂都知道了这件轶事，每当长安上街遇见老同学时，总感觉他们在背后窃窃私语。久而久之，姜长安眼中原有的热忱与希望已经被世俗磨灭。再见到她的人，会发现她打了一根辫子，叉着腰，迈着小碎步，不停地发表对世俗的高见，紧紧攥着手中的钱──谁都说她是活脱的一个七巧。

姜长白在完成学业后，成天无所事事，先是染上了赌瘾，后来渐渐和姜季泽一起逛起了窑子。曹七巧看着儿子一天天花着这么多钱，便想着为他张罗婚事。曹七巧对媒婆带来的人选总是挑三拣四，媒婆早已厌烦，背地里总是骂七巧“不撒泡尿照照自己”，但表面上还是要赔着笑脸。一顿手忙脚乱之后，她为长白定下了袁家名为芝寿的小姐。

新妇过门，曹七巧怎么都看她不顺眼，还暗中给她使绊子。芝寿心中委屈，但丈夫不体谅，又不能回娘家，只能将满腹委屈自我消化。

这天，芝寿的母亲前来探望女儿，曹七巧便约上另外两个太太（张太太、赵太太），一起吃午饭。另外两位太太不知道这是芝寿的母亲，只当是曹七巧的朋友，便以芝寿作为话题开始闲聊。

丫鬟们陆续送上了菜，放眼望去，西红柿鸡蛋、小葱拌豆腐、清炒时蔬、虎皮青椒。袁太太有些惊讶，请客竟然一点荤腥都没有。但看张太太和赵太太习以为常的模样，她也不好问些什么。

张太太（让丫鬟给自己倒了一杯茶，润了润嗓子）：“姜太太，我看您这新媳妇嘴唇可有些太厚呢！听说嘴厚的人天性厚呢！”

曹七巧抬起眼，瞟了一眼袁太太，只见她的脸一阵红一阵白，额前冒了细细的汗珠，神情十分不自然。她勾起嘴角，一副看好戏的模样。曹七巧天生一副高爽的喉咙，扃扃的，刮得人疼痛，像剃刀片。

曹七巧（大笑）：“张太太，天性厚可并不是什么好话。我只但愿咱们白哥儿这条命别送在她手里！（她夹了一筷子豆腐）你们瞧咱们新少奶奶老实呀，一见了白哥儿，她就得去上马桶！”（不屑地哼了一声）

袁太太此时有些愣住，刚刚伸出的筷子猛地抖了一下，她悄悄打量了一下身边的三人，发现另外两位太太并没有发觉到她的异样，便稍微低下了自己的头，呷了一口茶。

曹七巧察觉到袁太太的坐立难安，心中却是一份窃喜。她用手绢揩了揩嘴，扭头和赵太太攀谈。

曹七巧（略带骄傲意味）：“赵太太呀，不是我说，我家白哥儿和我可亲了。我要他给我烧一夜的烟，他可甘之如饴！这新媳妇啊……”（曹七巧将自己儿子亲口招供的媳妇的秘密宣布了出来，有声有色地渲染着）。

张太太和赵太太听得津津有味，还时不时打断七巧，试图与她一同探讨。这边的袁太太脸上挂不住了，她慢慢放下筷子，神色有些恍惚，汗珠顺着她的脸颊滑落，滴在有些掉漆的餐桌上。

张太太发现袁太太有些不对劲，便投来了关切的目光。

张太太（关心状）：“袁太太，您没事吧，是哪儿不舒服吗？”

袁太太正愁没有一个台阶可以下，她猛然起身，向席间三人欠身致意。

袁太太（有气无力）：“三位太太，实在是不好意思，我突然有些头晕，就先回去了。三位慢吃。”

曹七巧也没有挽留的意思，她对着袁太太笑了笑，眼底带着不屑和嫌弃。她也缓缓起身，走到袁太太面前，挽住她的胳膊。

曹七巧（带着笑意）：“哎呀，这可真是不巧，那我就让丫鬟送您到门口。亲家母，下次您再来看芝寿的时候，我们再聊。”

袁太太连连点头，却很快地拿开曹七巧的胳膊，和丫鬟匆匆离开了。她离开时脸皮紫胀，心中觉得也无颜再见女儿，乘了包车回去了。

姜长白和芝寿本就不亲密，在曹七巧的搅和后更是渐行渐远。姜长白的心又回到了花柳巷之中，花销越来越大，曹七巧看着账簿上的每日支出也是越发心烦。为了拴住长白，她把一个丫鬟娟儿给长白做了小，又让长白和她一起抽烟，长白这才安心在家守着烟袋和姨太太。

姜季泽的女儿姜长馨给长安介绍了一个留学归来的男朋友，名叫童世舫。多年以来，姜长安第一次感受到了恋爱的滋味，每每见到童世舫，她总会心跳加速。过去十年她总是过着“小曹七巧”式的生活，这是第一次，她想要逃离自己的母亲、自己的家庭。

童世舫是一个具有英伦气质的绅士，多年在海外的求学使他对中国的传统女性抱有极大的兴趣。他在姜长馨的介绍下认识了姜长安，他被长安身上的传统气息所吸引：她的一颦一笑总是温婉的，旗袍下她的身姿婀娜，眉眼间总是明媚的。在几次约会后，二人确定了恋爱关系，最后甚至瞒着曹七巧定下婚约。

曹七巧不知从哪里听到了这个消息，她气急败坏地质问长安。长安被爱情蒙蔽了双眼，只想着自己未来的幸福。曹七巧恨她执迷不悟，总是以自己嫁到姜家被欺负的过往来警告长安，甚至侮辱童世舫，认为他这么多年在海外没有娶亲是不正常的事情。多年顺从的长安在这一件事全然不肯让步，最后七巧竟只能答应见童世舫一��。

童世舫来到姜家时，有一种莫名的恐惧感。当他落座吃饭时，见他的却只有姜长白一人。两人就着酒谈天说地，气氛相对缓和了许多。正当童世舫以为这场“鸿门宴”即将顺利结束时，他突然看见，姜长白身后的阴影里，出现了一个有些驼背的、干瘦的老太太，他的直觉告诉他——这是一个疯子，他只觉得毛骨悚然。

曹七巧在阴影中打量了童世舫许久，她上前一步，微微欠身，算是问好。童世舫也连忙向七巧鞠了一躬。

曹七巧（略带疲惫）：“童先生您好，我老了，若有招待不周，请您多多谅解。”

童世舫（连忙摇头）：“姜太太不必如此客气，您能邀请我前来作客我已经感到十分荣幸了。只是不知道长安现在何处？”

曹七巧的眼中突然闪现一丝光芒，童世舫很快捕捉到了，这只让他觉得可怖。曹七巧缓慢地转身。

曹七巧（慢悠悠地）：“您还没有参观过我们的宅子吧，我带您参观一下，您就能看到长安了。”

童世舫随着曹七巧穿过昏暗的走廊，宅子不大，却是死一般的寂静，曹七巧轻微的咳嗽在宅子里竟然有回音。微黄的灯光下，墙壁上藏青色在这一刻仿佛成为了死亡的黑色。童世舫不禁打了一个寒颤。在二楼站定，二人面前是微微虚掩的房门。

曹七巧（回头，声音有些飘忽）：“童先生，这就是长安的房间，她正在里面，您自己去见她吧。”（说完便又走进了一片黑暗中）

童世舫微微推了一下房门，并不急着进去，他的视线定格在了躺在床上的长安身上：长安的右手拿着烟枪，正在吞云吐雾，那一双三寸金莲似乎是长安“旧女性”身份的“勋章”。那种吸鸦片之人特有的糜烂与恍惚全然不似他平时所认识的那个活泼的、满眼爱意的中国少女。眼前的瘾君子头发散落着，像极了《聊斋》中尚未化成人形的聂小倩，她直直地盯着天花板，浑身竟然没有一丝生气。童世舫被眼前的场景惊吓到了，他悄悄带上了房门。

童世舫（小声嘟哝）：“这就是现在的中国闺秀了吗？为什么传统的女性也会抽鸦片？是我离乡太久不知道现在的习俗了吗？”

正当童世舫有些神游时，一个丫鬟不小心撞到了他。丫鬟连忙道歉，还一边小声向外吐着“姨太太”、“生了”之类的词语，童世舫有些疑惑不解。

童世舫（拦下丫鬟，疑惑状）：“姑娘为什么这样着急？是有什么急事吗？”

丫鬟（十分不耐地挣脱他的手，匆忙欲离开）：“哎呀，我们少爷的姨太太要生了，我得赶紧过去帮忙了，您请别拦着我。去完了太太要骂的！”（说完便急匆匆往上赶）

童世舫消化了一阵，才将丫鬟说的话完全理解。他的神情依旧有些恍惚。

童世舫（继续小声嘟哝）：“姨太太，这难道不是旧时代的糟粕？三寸金莲，不也是对女性的剥削与压迫？”（他的眼前突然浮现出曹七巧那干枯的脸庞以及空洞的双眼）

童世舫只觉得冷汗一阵一阵的，他不敢在这座吃人的监狱里再多呆一分钟，他只觉背后好似有什么人在追赶着他，��由得加快步伐，跌跌撞撞、头也不回地离开了姜家，从此再无音讯。

病入膏肓的芝寿听到丫鬟说娟儿生了个小少爷，她已经瘦得皮包骨头，曹七巧和姜长白很少过问她的死活。她艰难地翻了个身，头歪在枕头上，嘴角淌着涎水，她缓缓张开嘴，试图说些什么，却发不出任何声音。没有人知道她是什么时候咽的气。

娟儿虽然被扶正，但是曹七巧长期以来的打压与嘲讽、抚养孩子的艰辛与痛苦、对长白迷失于花柳巷的无奈与愤怒，使她本就不坚强的心理防线彻底崩塌了。仅仅过了一年，她便吞生鸦片自杀了。

姜长白不敢再续弦，他成天在外面闲逛，有时赌上几把，有时嫖个妓女，有时抽上几口。每当囊中羞涩时，他总是会去找曹七巧，刚开始七巧还有些可怜他，渐渐也只让他滚。

长安又回到了“小七巧”的状态，她叉着腰，对这个世界充满怨恨与不满。她时常暴怒，对家里的丫鬟、老妈子冷嘲热讽。七巧再也不提给嫁人一事，长安也再也不和七巧说上一句话。

七巧半躺在床上，手边放着烟枪。窗外皎洁的月光泻下，好似曾经她在麻油铺当姑娘时看到的一般。她的眼前突然出现朝禄那年轻的脸庞。

朝禄（半羞赧半开玩笑地）：“巧姐儿，等我攒够钱，就娶你回家好不？”

曾经的七巧轻轻给了朝禄一巴掌。

曹七巧（羞红了脸）：“嗐，你说什么呢！别乱开这种玩笑！”

曹七巧至今还能记起朝禄略微失望的模样。

她摸了摸自己胸前挂着的金锁，这一生像电影般在她的脑海中不断闪回。她知道她儿子女儿恨毒了她，她婆家的人恨她，她娘家的人恨她，就连她自己也恨毒了她。她左手腕上的玉镯子，还是当姑娘时带上的。她侧过身，用右手徐徐将这镯子向上推，竟然推到了腋下。

她又穿着蓝夏布衫裤，镜面乌绫镶滚，这件衣裳不知道从何时起竟如此大了。她直直地盯着前方，少女时代对邻家少年的悸动，嫁入姜家后承受的屈辱，自己当家后对子女与金钱的掌控，在如今的七巧看来，全是荒唐中带着些许心酸。眼角的泪水滑落，她把脸侧向头底下的荷叶边小洋枕，凑上脸去揉擦了一下。

朝禄的脸庞又突然浮现在了她的眼前，似乎是在等待一个答案。

曹七巧已经没有任何力气了，她只觉得脑袋昏昏沉沉的，四肢已然麻木，意识也逐渐模糊了。

曹七巧（艰难地长大嘴巴，面部有些狰狞）：“好”。

她闭上了双眼，脸上残留最后一滴眼泪，她就由它挂在腮上，渐渐自己干了。

渐渐淡出的、皎洁月光泻下的场景。

叠印字幕：剧终。

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Emily母子转夫妻：初夜的初心

(按：Emily与Jay是过着幸福生活的母子/夫妻。Emily慨允发表她跟我妈妈的往来通信。为了保护隐私，通信发表前做了必要的编辑和修改。Emily和Jay都是化名。我妈妈是XXXX。)

Dear XXXX，

虽是第一次与您通信，但在此之前我和我的儿子已经阅读了你们母子分享在FC2上的全部博客内容。所以当我播放阿姆斯特朗的《what a wonderful world》写下这第一行字时，竟然感觉有点像是给一位多年未见的老友写信。

坦白地说，我是在儿子的鼓励下尝试着以信件的形式与人分享心底的秘密与喜悦。虽然我和儿子一直相信我们不可能是现代压抑的社会中唯一的一对突破禁忌的母子，但在过往的几年间我们始终没有发现能让我们放下戒备坦诚交流的对象。你们在博客上分享的文字打动了我。文字不同于影音记录，文字的真实的钝感让我感受到一种不同于其他媒介载体所带来的taste。

发现你们的博客《母子恋的秘密乐园》完全是偶然。你们母子的日常谈话和小游戏般的记录让我感受到肖洛霍夫特有的那种细腻感。你的聪颖（请原谅我这里没有使用聪慧，因为我觉得聪慧这个词有点太重了），以及引导孩子自发的批判性思维让我很是认同。在你们博客所流露出的点滴间让我感到你们母子也和我们一样是自由且热爱生活的。

我感谢儿子带着我找寻到了另一对幸福母子。我们花了大约一整个周末欣喜地读完了你们博客上的所有文章。现在我想我终于可以和一位有相同经历的母亲分享我藏在心底的喜悦了。

我小时生长在XX省，是家中最小的女儿。父亲是一高级医师，母亲是一大学教授。二老从小就对我照顾有加，XX的水土也养育出了我率真的性格。在遇到Jay的爸爸时候，我爱上了他并很快跟他一起步入了婚姻的殿堂。但在怀上Jay期间，我发现了他在外偷吃的事情。虽然他再三保证是因为没法和我同房以及酒后放大了他的邪念，但这件事情在我心里埋下了一根难以拔除的刺。

为了孩子在一个所谓的完整家庭中长大，我还是决定等到儿子长大之后再去追求我自己的幸福与自由。于是我尽可能的将我的热情与精力都投入到养育儿子和科研工作中。Jay上了初中之后，我和他爸爸基本就分房睡了。身体上的寂寞也只能通过自慰排解。但和真正的性爱相比，自慰总感觉是隔靴搔痒。

我是个有点精神洁癖的人，不想跟他一样精神肉体双双出轨。但是儿子中考后的一次询问促成了我们的第一次。

事情的起因是，我已经对儿子的父亲失望至极，他每次抚摸我的时候都会引起我的生理不适，就更不要提起私处的润滑分泌了。实在饥渴的时候，我只好用自慰用的阴道润滑液自慰。在Jay上高一暑假期间，有一天他突然拿着我的润滑液问我这是做什么的。他的询问让我一时狼狈不堪，不知如何回答。但思量之后，看着已经比我还要高一个头的儿子，我觉得他已经是个小大人了，可以逐渐与他分享我的所思所想了。于是，我便坦诚地跟他讲了这润滑液的作用，我为什么要用到它。

我的儿子，我的宝贝听我说完，一下子抱住了我，跟我说：妈妈，没关系，还有我，如果妈妈需要，我愿意承担起这部分责任。小家伙那个时候还是懵懵懂懂，但看到他那副认真劲，我有点惊讶。一时间我意识到我的崽已经长大了，不再是跟在我身后喊妈妈妈妈的小跟屁虫了！

然而，在他提出想和我试着做一次时我还是有些震惊。长久以来，来自家庭和社会的道德规训使我一直没有把儿子作为一个选择。于是，我当即断然拒绝了他。那天我们吃午饭的时候，我不断思考，不断问自己到底为什么儿子在听闻我的心声之后会如此作答。

饭后和儿子一起沉默地洗刷碗筷，他突然拉住我的手说，他并非是一时兴起或者是看到我痛苦就想给我安慰，他其实从上初中时就爱上我、迷上我了，但一直都不敢向我表露心声直到今天；希望我能对于他的坦诚有一个明确的回答，无论是接纳或是拒绝。

我当时没法给他回答，只好要他别胡思乱想，先去做作业。我说，我自己也需要一点时间消化他跟我说的话，晚上再聊这件事。

听到儿子回到房间关上门的咔哒声音时，我一下子坐在了沙发上，感觉一阵阵地发晕。在我说出这件事的时候，我��经想猜想他可能会有的种种回应，但唯独这一种并不在我的意料之内。

下午的前半段时间我都沉浸在儿子对我的告白余震之中。这时，他父亲打电话回来，说是周末要出差不能回家了。他的电话打破了我的晕眩。我深吸一口气再缓缓吐出，给自己泡上了一壶普洱，大脑这才在茶香的余韵中逐渐活络过来。

我从相册柜中抽出了一本小时候我们一家三口的合影，那是我和他带着Jay一起去洛阳赏花的留影，那个时候他才只有我的小腿高，圆乎乎的小手放在我的手心彷佛像个小肉球。

看着这些宝贵的时光留影，我竟有那么一瞬间想打开之前保存的雷司令喝下去再带着醉意半推半就和儿子就这么在一起。但我转念一想又立即把这种想法压了下去，因为我觉得这么做无疑对儿子是不公平的，也是对我自己的不公平。儿子的中午告白让我第一次以一个小大人的身份打量他。我想得到他，并不是只是为了填补情感上和身体上的空虚，而是我爱他，他也爱我。

两壶茶后我做出了决定：既然孩子也到了这个年纪，我要开始在这方面对他的引导，无论是心理上还是生理上，让他在这个过渡期能够顺利树立正确的关于男女关系的观念。但如今回头看，我那时也是有满足自己欲望的私心，但思想意识又无法突破过去的道德观，只好以那种掩耳盗铃的方式安慰自己，为自己辩护。

时间一晃来到晚上。快吃完晚饭的时候，我鼓起勇气让儿子洗完碗筷之后来卧室找我，接着聊聊中午的话题。没多时收拾完桌面的儿子就敲响了我的门。我再次询问他关于中午的表白，问他到底是怎么想的。结果他认真而坦诚地给了我更明确的示爱表白。

天哪，已经有多久没有人向我示爱了。不是母子之间也不是师生之间的普通示好或者答谢，而是年轻恋人间那种浓烈的不顾一切的示爱。听着儿子的表白，我彷佛又回到了那个只要男生女生互有爱慕就可以牵手远走的年代。

我想那时听到这番话的我一定脸红了起来，但我还是故作镇定的让儿子去客卧洗澡，我则悄悄去厨房冰箱打开白葡萄酒酒瓶浅酌两口，给自己鼓励和壮胆。然后，再匆匆回到主卧的浴室，从头到脚仔仔细细地把身体洗了一遍。虽然后来我们都是母子共浴了，但第一夜的那次洗浴还是让我难以忘记。准确地说，第一夜的每个细节我都印象深刻，记忆犹新。

洗完之后，我仔细地给我自己涂抹了平日喜欢的身体乳，再一丝不挂的躺进被褥中。

不知是儿子真的认真洗了很久还是我自己的心理作祟，我总感觉等待他等待了很久，直到觉得自己身体好像因为酒精和羞怯的心理作用浑身发热的时候，他才穿着平角内裤敲门走进了卧室。

他带着门外略带寒冷的空气走了进来，问我为什么让他去洗澡。我没说话，用胳膊撩起被褥一角示意他快点进来。小家伙看到我浑身赤裸有些不知所措，但还是乖乖的钻了进来。我羞怯地背过身去跟他说：既然你向妈妈表白了，那么就要负起责任，让妈妈知道你不是说说而已。

听我说了这话，他没再说话，放在我小腹上的左手开始轻轻地上下抚摸起来，同时他轻吻我的后脖颈。

那里是我的敏感点。但一开始我不好意思表现出太过投入，便压抑着自己，没发出任何声音。我的儿子，现在的小老公就这样使我变成了一滩他怀中的软泥。小家伙肯定平常看了不少那些色情视频，他有样学样，爱抚我的手法很是娴熟。

爱抚许久之后，他用左手在我私处蹭了一把，便趴在我耳边，将 “妈妈好湿” 几个字吹入我的耳中。顿时，我已经感觉再难以压抑身体的那种原始渴求。但我还是用略带家长命令式的口吻对他说：拿套套戴上再来。这个傻孩子装作很成熟的样子戴了两次都没成功，最后还是在我的帮助下才戴了上去。

他的男根接下来很顺利地滑入了我的阴道，似乎是重游故地。他的尺寸相较于他的父亲与我更切合，而且他的也更坚挺和强硬。在他插到底时，我慢慢地呼出了第一口满带欲望的呻吟。

小家伙略带笨拙地在我身侧进进出出，没几下便射了，有些不好意思的望向我。我亲了口他的脸蛋，鼓励他说，这很正常，男生的第一次都是很快的，以后会慢慢好起来；你射这么快也说明妈妈的肉体确实吸引了你，让你感到刺激和兴奋，不然你恐怕是要很久都硬不起来。

一番打趣之后，我和儿子之间的气氛也不像之前那么尴尬了。没过多久他的小牛牛又挺立了起来。这次他想采用传统的男上女下位。虽然有点难为情，但我还是答应了他。因为他说想更好地看着我，与我接吻，身体跟我更贴紧。他这么说了，我就点头同意了。

那晚借着酒精与对儿子难以言明的复杂感情，我和他做了好多次，用完了家里所有的避孕套，直到深夜才昏昏睡去。

以上就是我和儿子第一次性爱的分享。虽然已经是几年前的事了，但现在每每想起还是会让我夹紧双腿，还是会让我脸颊感觉阵阵发烫。不知您和您的小丈夫第一次是怎样的情况。

您的儿子说您比较喜欢以通信的形式互相交流。我也很是欢喜。就我而言，即时通信如微信总是太过直接，缺少了看到来信和慢慢展开信件时的那种神秘感和喜悦感。

最后，很感谢您勇敢地鼓励儿子，将你们母子的爱情生活和日常生活记录通过网络公开发表，让我们这对母子找到了一个可以共同分享和交换心得的对象。

祝好，期待您的回音，幸福的Emily / Jay母子

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