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        ·                                                                        静了半晌，梁景行再没开口说话。姜词抬眼：“这就聊完了？”                                                                        “当然，你还打算聊什么？”                                                                        姜词斜睨着他，“我们呢？”                                                                        梁景行一时移开了目光，“我们有什么可聊的。”                                                                        姜词立即从沙发上站起来，蹲到梁景行跟前，仰头看他，“梁叔叔，你不诚实。”                                                                        梁景行扶了扶额头，“别这么叫我。”                                                                        姜词乐了，“你是不是真后悔了？”                                                                        梁景行目光落在她脸上，沉静淡然，和他这人一样，“不后悔，有什么可后悔的，活了三十年，什么样的结局接受不了。”                                                                        姜词并未细想他这话，听他这么说，心里满满涨涨的，只觉得高兴，她往前一步，将头轻轻靠在他的膝头，轻轻唤了一声，“梁景行。”                                                                        梁景行“嗯”了一声，伸手抚着她的发，动作轻柔。                                                                        片刻，姜词脚麻了，这才站起来。她还有无数的话想问他，可又觉得这数小时发生的一切跌宕起伏，她应该花费些许时间捋一捋。梁景行既然接受了她，她有的是时间，还有什么可着急的。                                                                        “我想先去睡觉。”                                                                        梁景行跟着站起身，“好，你是该休息一会儿。”                                                                        姜词被领去有衣帽间的那间卧室，她在门口停了脚步，试探地问他：“这房间平时谁睡的？陈觉非？”                                                                        “许尽欢。“                                                                        问这话的时候，姜词一直注视着梁景行，然而他神情如常，似乎并不以为有个女人常在他这里居住有什么不妥。                                                                        还要细问，梁景行搁在茶几上的手机忽然震动起来，他匆匆嘱咐一句：“我就在隔壁，有事叫我，晚安。”说罢，顿了顿，伸手将她虚虚一拢，便转身往客厅去了。                                                                        姜词望着他，见他接起了电话，点了支烟，走到了窗边。烟灰色的家居服，衬得他眉目沉静，在他身后，是一窗风雨。                                                                        姜词敛目，走进房里，轻轻阖上了门。                                                                        姜词这一觉睡得极沉，醒来已是天光大亮。窗外日色明净，隐约有鸟声啁啾。她从床上爬起来，打开窗户，往外看了一眼，这才发现天已放晴，窗前青翠的枇杷树上，停了几只布谷鸟。                                                                        姜词静静看了一会儿，合上纱窗出去。二楼静悄悄的没有人，姜词走到楼梯口，往下看去，梁景行正在往面包上涂果酱。                                                                        梁景行也不抬头，“还不赶紧下来，都几点了。”                                                                        姜词看了看挂钟，时针赫然指向十点，她不由咋舌，“你怎么不叫我。”                                                                        梁景行将面包和牛奶递给她，“我预备十分钟之后就上去叫你。”                                                                        姜词也不坐下，背靠着餐桌，咬了一口面包，笑看着他，“你什么时候起来的？”                                                                        “七点。”                                                                        “起这么早？”姜词打量他一眼，衬衫西裤，穿着正式，“你出门了？”                                                                        “有点事。”梁景行并未细讲。                                                                        他这一趟，先去了崇城美院找校长许秋实。                                                                        许秋实便是许尽欢的父亲，德高望重，早些年做过崇城书画协会的会长，本身也是赫赫有名的书法家。梁许两家交好，梁景行小时候，跟着许秋实学过几年书法，后来上高中学了理科，才渐渐荒废。                                                                        许秋实办公室在行政楼的三楼，窗户朝南，正对着图书馆古朴的大楼。梁景行到的时候，他正在做早课。                                                                        许秋实四十多年的习惯，晨起一定要练一个小时的基本功，横撇竖捺，“永”字八法，酸梨木的案上，铺了厚厚的一叠宣纸。                                                                        “还有半张，景行，你先坐着，自己泡茶。”                                                                        梁景行提起一旁小火炉上的水壶，斟了两杯铁观音，等许秋实练完的时候，茶水温度刚刚适宜。许秋实濯了濯手，端起茶杯浅啜一口，笑道：“你一贯无事不登三宝殿，说吧，这回又是什么事。”                                                                        梁景行笑了笑，“能有什么事，还是得在您屋檐底下讨口饭吃。”                                                                        许秋实瞥他一眼，“年前欢欢告诉我说你打算辞职，我可是依了你，这学期课都没给你排。”                                                                        “不瞒您说，我前段时间去帝都应聘了。”                                                                        许秋实笑着摆了摆头，“你这小子……原来是要跳槽，怎么，应聘没通过？”                                                                        “通过了。”梁景行如实回答。                                                                        “通过了还屈尊待在我这座小庙里？”                                                                        梁景行笑道，“左不过也就三四年，带完这一届，今后全心全意帮我姐打理公司。”                                                                        许秋实好奇，“这一届新生里头，莫非有你什么亲戚？”                                                                        “算不上亲戚。”梁景行顿了顿。                                                                        “那是谁，能有这么大面子？”                                                                        “陈同勖先生的关门弟子，您听过吗？”                                                                        许秋实想了想，“人倒是没见过，不过我似乎见过她一副画？”                                                                        梁景行一怔，“什么画？”                                                                        许秋实搁下茶杯，微蹙眉头，沉思片刻，一拍手掌，“在一位藏友家里，我记得是幅人物画像？那人还说呢，这画买时花了二十三万，如今恐怕一文不值。”                                                                        梁景行忙问：“您看还记得是哪位藏友？”                                                                        许秋实又想了想，摇了摇头，“也是去年的事儿了，一时想不起来，回头我问问欢欢。”                                                                        梁景行点头，“行，你要是想起来，一定打电话告诉我。”                                                                        许秋实看他一眼，“依你的意思，陈先生这位爱徒，是打算报我们学校？”                                                                        梁景行垂眸，“她第一志愿是央美，昨天高考，遇到点事儿，错过了英语听力，去央美恐怕是没什么希望了。”                                                                        许秋实沉吟，“我记得她那幅画倒是画得不错，专业基本功过硬，能去央美自然更好……也是可惜。”                                                                        又闲聊了一会儿，许秋实问梁景行，“课还是照你原来的规矩排？”                                                                        “再开门选修课吧。”                                                                        “那我跟系里打声招呼，你自己去跟他们商量。”                                                                        “行，麻烦您了。”                                                                        临走前，许秋实问及许尽欢的下落，“她现在也是越来越野了，满世界跑，连声招呼都不打，你知不知道她现在在哪儿？”                                                                        “前几天给我打电话，说是去土耳其采风了。”                                                                        许秋实低哼一声，“采什么风，我看是发疯还差不多……景行，你俩的事抓点儿紧，结婚了好管管她。”                                                                        梁景行笑了笑，“这事儿得看尽欢自己的意思。”                                                                        车停在行政楼下，梁景行拉开车门，叹了声气。驾驶座上的刘原看他一眼，“怎么了梁哥，又被逼婚了？”                                                                        梁景行没说话，点了一支烟。                                                                        刘原将窗户打开，发动车子，“要我说，许小姐这做法不是长久之计，哪能一直拿你当幌子呢？梁哥你自己也得恋爱结婚吧，要是今后让你女朋友知道了，难道不会吃醋？”                                                                        梁景行立时一怔，片刻后在心里骂了自己一句。                                                                        他那房子里，全是许尽欢的东西，从内衣到化妆品，应有尽有，昨晚姜词睡在她房里，莫非一点不多心？姜词是学艺术的，本就心思敏感，又是七窍玲珑，怎么可能毫无觉察，可偏偏面上半点没露……                                                                        “梁哥，现在回别墅？”                                                                        梁景行回过神来，眸光沉沉，“先去趟崇城一医。”                                                                        从医院回来之后，就是现在这个点了。                                                                        姜词一口一口嚼着面包，“你等会儿有没有时间，送我去趟陈老师的画室，我得负荆请罪。”                                                                        梁景行点头，“顺便收拾几套换洗衣服，暂时住我这儿。”                                                                        姜词笑看着他，“迫不及待要跟我同居了？”                                                                        梁景行沉着脸，“满脑子乌七八糟的思想——我是担心刘亚芬再去找你，你一个人住不安全。”                                                                        姜词将面包几下吃完，喝了口牛奶，“梁老师，关关雎鸠，在河之洲，诗三百，一言以蔽之，思无邪。你不能自己心思龌龊，就将别人想得肮脏。”                                                                        梁景行一掌轻拍在她头上，“别废话了，赶紧去换衣服。”                                                                        ·                                                                        到了画室，姜词将事情经过解释一遍，沉声道歉：“老师，恐怕是辜负你的期望了。”                                                                        陈同勖摆手，拉着姜词仔细看了看，“你人没事就行，去哪儿都一样。”                                                                        姜词黯然一笑，她知道央美是陈同勖的一个心结——他当年文化考试差了十分上提档线，可家境贫寒，再也供不起他蹉跎一年，不得已，只得上了省内的一所美术学院。                                                                        “既然高考结束，暑假再没什么事了吧？”                                                                        姜词点头，“就等二十五号出成绩填志愿。”                                                                        “那正好，七八月陪我去趟青海参加交流会，沿途顺道采风，”陈同勖敲打她，“今后可要把画画一事当成职业，再不可随心所欲了。”                                                                        从画室出来，姜词随着梁景行去了趟霞王洞路，将衣服和日用品整理出来，正式住进了梁景行的别墅。                                                                        抽空，她还回了趟学校。偌大的学校，成了高三年级狂欢的乐园，十几个班的学生倾巢而出，站在各层的走廊上往下扔课本和试卷，纸片雪花似的从天而降。                                                                        姜词回到自己教室，将桌肚里的课本全掏出来，一股脑儿地扔进了垃圾桶里。最后，只剩了一本素描簿。她将素描簿塞进包里，踏着纷飞的白纸，走出校园。                                                                        梁景行正站在车前抽烟，替她拉开车门，往她手里看了一眼，“这是什么？”                                                                        姜词还未回答，梁景行已抢了过来，叼着烟，刷刷翻开几页，挑了挑眉，“画得不错。”                                                                        姜词一把夺过来，“随便看我的画，经过我同意了吗？”                                                                        “随便画我这个人，经过我同意了吗？”                                                                        姜词低哼一声，“你是老师，还是前辈，这么斤斤计较，毫无大将之风。”                                                                        梁景行笑了一声，掐了烟，上车，“走吧。”                                                                        “走吧。”姜词最后回头看了一眼禁锢了自己三年青春的校园。
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