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        ·                                                                        时间一时竟似凝滞，而下一秒，她便被狠狠一推，整个人仰躺在轻柔而温暖的丝绒被上。那人覆上来，粗粝的手掌捏住她的下颔，附上不由分说的一吻。                                                                        姜词闭眼，环住他的背。                                                                        八岁学画，第一次见陈同勖，被要求现场作画。她那时已在兴趣班学了两年，有了些基础。她画了一个倒吊的女人，笔法粗劣，但用色大胆。大片的红与蓝，便似天穹裂了道伤口。                                                                        陈同勖看完心惊肉跳，遣了姜词出去，与姜明远单独交谈。姜词趴着门缝，听得一清二楚。陈同勖说，孩子早慧，领悟力太强，但这是柄双刃剑，若不好好引导，未必是件好事。心性敏感之人，将世界看得太透彻，生命便会过于浅薄锋利，若一意孤行，只会走入极端，所谓慧极必伤便是如此。还有一言，现在讲兴许为时过早，这孩子，在情爱方面恐怕也得遭遇劫难，心性太高，必有毁天灭地的架势。                                                                        她自然不信，一个人哪能从一副画中看出这么多，不像画家倒像神棍。                                                                        然而此时此刻，心口一点热血急剧翻涌，只想将此身化作熔岩，打碎泥塑木身，就此毁天灭地。让人窒息的吻中，她上衣被推高，大掌紧捏着她不盈一握的腰肢，似要将其生生折断。                                                                        一寸一寸，攻城拔寨。                                                                        她似被置于利刃之上，在狂风骤雨之中瑟瑟颤抖，一只手猛然覆在她胸前，她身体跟着一个战栗……然后一切都停了。                                                                        姜词猛喘一口气，缓缓睁眼，却见梁景行双臂撑在她身体两侧，眼神如淬火的刃，只静静喘气，看着她。                                                                        姜词不明所以，而下一秒，梁景行已翻身起来，喑哑着嗓子说道：“抱歉，我太冲动了。”                                                                        姜词难以置信地张了张口，“梁……”                                                                        梁景行迈开脚步，飞快离开了房间。                                                                        熔岩熄了。                                                                        耻辱，除此之外还有别的什么……姜词头痛欲裂开，已不想去分辨。她睁眼静看着天花板，不知过了多久，从床上爬起来，缓慢地整理好衣服。                                                                        梁景行正倚着窗户抽烟，周身烟雾缭绕，脚边一堆丢弃的烟蒂。姜词只看了一眼便收回目光，进了洗手间。                                                                        镜子里自己嘴唇红肿，头发凌乱，狼狈如丧家之犬。她面无表情地往镜子上浇了捧水，忽觉门口光线一暗。                                                                        梁景行走进来，伸手将她一拉，不由分说地按进自己怀中。姜词挣扎了一下，梁景行便抱得更加用力。                                                                        “阿词，对不起。”                                                                        一时所有的愤怒和耻辱尽数化作无尽的委屈，姜词紧咬着牙，“你是不是觉得我哪里不好？”                                                                        “不，不是你的问题。”                                                                        “那是你的问题？”姜词一愣，缓缓抬眼，错愕道，“你……你有问题？”                                                                        “……我没有问题。”                                                                        都这时候了，她竟然笑了出来，笑完却觉眼眶一热，立即紧咬着唇，硬生生逼回去。                                                                        “你还太小了。”                                                                        “不小了。”                                                                        “太小了，”梁景行微微卸了几分力道，腾出一手轻抚着她长而柔顺的黑发，“我有罪恶感……”                                                                        “那你喜欢我吗？”姜词闷声问。                                                                        “远比你想得更深。阿词，我能给你庇护，但我恐怕同样可能给你造成不好的引导。再等一等，我们之间还要磨合……”                                                                        “你别跟我打官腔。”                                                                        “没有，我不会敷衍你。”                                                                        姜词静了数秒，“那我问你，去年四五月份的时候，你为什么开着刘原的车停在我家附近。”                                                                        梁景行一怔。                                                                        姜词仰头看他，“你敢说那不是你？”                                                                        沉默片刻，梁景行终于回答，“附近乱，我怕你回家不安全。”                                                                        “就这？”                                                                        “嗯。”                                                                        姜词盯他看了许久，从他怀里挣脱，退后一步，背靠着流理台，“那你究竟是什么时候下的决定？”                                                                        梁景行静看着她，没有说话。                                                                        姜词声音不由冷了，“守了两个月，结果还是在高考当天出了事，所以心怀愧疚？”                                                                        “阿词，并不是……”                                                                        “你的确不敷衍我，”姜词似是疲累不堪，闭眼叹了声气，“你只是骗我。”说罢静站了片刻，也不看他，从旁擦过，闪身出去了。                                                                        她回房间锁了门，在床上躺下，脑中一片混沌，自然毫无睡意。数分钟后，她听见梁景行敲了敲门，没应。过了片刻，又三下叩门声，她仍是没应。等了片刻，门外静悄悄的，再无任何声响。                                                                        姜词拿了个枕头盖在脸上，无声地落了几滴泪，自觉矫情，又急忙抹掉了。将所有事儿翻来覆去想了一遭，仍似面临一堆乱麻，束手无策。                                                                        年纪是道坎，毫不讲理地横亘在那儿，似是当年愁倒了愚公的王屋太行，可她纵有移山的心，那人只当她是个孩子。                                                                        上了岁数的人都是这般顽固自大，仗着早生了几年，就能冠冕堂皇地以长辈自诩，无论说起什么，统统以“我是为你好”打回去。                                                                        她有次在公园遇见有个女孩儿跟妈妈吵架，五六岁的小姑娘想吃香蕉，她妈妈却往她手里塞着苹果。僵持了几分钟，女孩儿拿着硕大的苹果，哭着走了。她在旁看着，数次差点忍不住上前：“她想吃香蕉，你给她香蕉就好了啊。”                                                                        安安静静空空荡荡，似有一只巨掌攥住了她的心脏，使那里传来虽非剧烈，却绵延不绝的隐痛。                                                                        她以为两人在一起就可以了，现在才知道不过是万里长征第一步。而她此刻深感无力，因为深知梁景行便是这样一个人，如果他不肯说，如何哀求胁迫都是徒劳。她只能尽力去相信，他的隐瞒和拒绝都是善意，他不会伤害她——就像当日人走茶凉之时，唯他一人愿意冒雨前来，为她寒伧瘠薄的岁月，送来些许温暖。                                                                        为了这一点善意，她愿意信他。                                                                        迷迷糊糊间，还是睡了过去，竟梦到从未入梦的姜明远。是一个雾天，姜明远面容清癯，似是年轻模样。她一愣，上前问他：“爸，你伤好了？”姜明远不回答，只说要去一个叫做“王谢桥”的地方，她跟着他，一趟一趟赶车，直到醒来，也没到达“王谢桥”。姜明远遥遥地对她笑：“你回去吧，你帮不上我的。”                                                                        醒来天色已暗，姜词从床上起来，抱膝坐了片刻，一时只觉惝恍。                                                                        客厅里只开了沙发旁的一盏立灯，茶几上搁着笔记本电脑。梁景行仰躺在沙发上时，右手手臂盖着眼睛，似乎睡着了。                                                                        姜词缓缓走过去，在沙发一侧坐下，轻轻摇了摇他的手臂，“梁景行，去床上睡，小心感冒了。”                                                                        梁景行小腿一弹，睁开眼睛，看了姜词片刻，目光才渐渐聚焦，他揉了揉额头，“不好意思……饿了没？”                                                                        “有点。”                                                                        梁景行坐起来，“出去，还是就在家里吃？”                                                                        “随便煮碗面吧，我吃完了早点回去。”                                                                        梁景行一顿，伸手捉住她的手指，“阿词……”                                                                        “没事儿。”姜词笑了笑，抽回手，从沙发上站起来。梁景行将她手腕一捉，“想不想出去旅游？”                                                                        姜词一愣，往茶几上的电脑扫了一眼，正开着的是一个机票订购的界面，“去哪儿？”                                                                        “去哪儿都行。”                                                                        姜词沉吟片刻，“想去江浙一带。”                                                                        “行，我规划路线，你今晚回去把东西收拾好——衣服多带点儿。”                                                                        “这么急？”                                                                        “说走就走的旅行嘛。”                                                                        姜词笑了，“……好吧，看在你这么诚心诚意讨好我的份上，我暂时原谅你了。”                                                                        “暂时？”                                                                        “留职查看，以观后效，好好表现吧。”                                                                        梁景行笑了一声，起身拉着她去楼下做晚饭。                                                                        烧烤还剩了许多食材，梁景行简单炒了几个菜，荤素搭配色香味俱全。姜词食指大动，吃饱了便也似乎不在那么多愁善感。留下来同梁景行查了几个景点，初步定好路线，便回家去了。                                                                        回程路上，梁景行给许尽欢打个电话。                                                                        “嘿，你怎么这时候给我打电话，*苦短，别浪费时间啊。”                                                                        梁景行并不惊讶，“你知道了？”                                                                        许尽欢笑起来，“你们也不知道避嫌，我一下车就看见长针眼的画面了，得亏我心理素质好，不然肯定当场叫出声。看我多好，还专门替你支走了陈觉非。”                                                                        梁景行也跟着笑了一声，“也只他这人心眼比筛子大才看不出不妥。”                                                                        “不是替你俩创造条件吗，小姑娘过生日，肯定想跟你单独相处，我们几个大灯泡得识点相。”                                                                        “你现在在哪儿，出来喝一杯。”                                                                        两人去了崇大校外的美食街，点了盘油焖大虾，边吃边喝啤酒。                                                                        许尽欢剥着虾壳，“这事儿还有谁知道？陈同勖知道吗？”                                                                        梁景行没说话，摆了摆头。                                                                        “也是……要让他知道你拐走了他的爱徒，非得剥了你的皮不可。”                                                                        梁景行神情平淡，“暂时没什么必要昭告天下。”                                                                        许尽欢一愣，“你这话什么意思？想偷偷摸摸玩过就算？”她瞥见梁景行的表情，立即住了声，顿时明了，心下愀然，“……你怎么陡然成了情圣，太让人不习惯了”顿了顿，又问：“什么时候开始的？”                                                                        梁景行没说话，点了支烟。                                                                        “在帝都的时候？我记得你说过什么‘修罗场’……”                                                                        梁景行摇头，嗓音一时有些哑，“更早。”
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