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        ·                                                                        在西宁的几日，自然算不上多有趣，每日都是开会，吃饭，开会，吃饭……各式各样的会，各式各样的饭。她知道陈同勖也不喜欢，因他下了酒席之后总是冷着一张脸。可现在正开的这些会，是西部某个文化项目的一部分，陈同勖是老派的文化人，身上总有种铁肩担道义的责任感。                                                                        一周后，姜词感觉自己都要把这辈子的会开尽了，交流总算结束，之后便是马不停蹄地奔赴各个景点。                                                                        经过这些天的相处，姜词与谈夏和方青岩也渐渐熟悉起来了，但也只限于平日正常交流。                                                                        大约是顾念着那日的失礼，在路上方青岩对姜词颇多照顾，买票、拎行李、扎帐篷这些事，全是他一手操办。                                                                        而谈夏吃不得苦，步行超过半小时就会开始喊累。但她有一种本事，能不知不觉间发动周围人按照她的意愿行事，尤其她的老师。这样的后果便是，他们游完了青海境内，又顺道去了西藏，计划两周结束的行程，生生拖到了二十多天。                                                                        姜词听梁景行说陈觉非已经走了，先去香港，转机飞澳洲，到底没能替他饯行。                                                                        回崇城已是八月，夜里十点到达机场，陈同勖的一位朋友来接机，先将姜词送回了楼下。姜词拎了拎箱子的重量，犯难，去时只带了衣服和日常用品，回来塞了半箱子的纪念和特产，沉得她走两步就得歇一会儿。                                                                        正这时，手机震起来。                                                                        姜词喘了口气，接电话，“我刚到家。”                                                                        “那歇口气，赶紧下来。”                                                                        姜词一愣，“下哪儿来。”                                                                        “楼下，”顿了顿，又似怕她再接着问蠢问题，补充一句，“你家楼下。”                                                                        姜词低低地“啊”了一声，忙说，“你等我！”看了一眼沉甸甸的箱子，“等我！我马上下来！”                                                                        她又拎了几阶，眼看着到家遥遥无期，楼道里不知谁扔了个废旧的编制袋，便索性将箱子往旁一放，盖上袋子，飞快跑下楼。                                                                        梁景行正倚着车子抽烟，见她来了，还没将烟掐掉，已被她扑了个满怀。他单手抱着她，另一手先丢了烟，抬脚碾熄，“慢点，我又不会跑。”                                                                        姜词脸埋在他胸膛上，只紧抱着不作声。                                                                        半晌，梁景行一手按在她背上，低声说：“姜词，你先松开。”                                                                        姜词摇头，将他抱得更紧。                                                                        梁景行无奈低低地笑了一声，修长的手指轻按着她头顶，声音沉沉，贴着她耳廓，似烈酒醇厚微醺，“你不松开，我怎么亲你？”                                                                        姜词一愣，不由仰起头来，还没看清，吻已落在她唇上。                                                                        从高考那日到现在，这还是两人第二次接吻。                                                                        与他开玩笑时生猛不忌，可真枪实弹，反倒羞赧无措起来。                                                                        片刻，梁景行松开她，整了整衣领，状似无意地将她往后轻轻推了推，隔开一段距离，低头看她，“吃晚饭了吗？”                                                                        姜词仍沉浸在方才这目眩神迷的亲密之中，丝毫未觉梁景行这动作有何不妥，温顺地点了点头，又摇了摇头，“只在飞机上吃了一点。”                                                                        “那带你去吃点夜宵。”                                                                        姜词点头，又想起自己扔在楼道里的箱子，“……你得先帮我个忙。”                                                                        梁景行领着毫不费力，一口气便上了六楼。姜词翻找出钥匙，开门将箱子放进去，关门的时候，想起什么，顿了顿，“……你怎么不自己上来？”                                                                        梁景行神色如常，“太晚了，不合适。”                                                                        姜词将门反锁，“我在你家里住了那么多天，你怎么不说不适合？”                                                                        梁景行一时没说话，片刻，“那是权宜之举。”                                                                        姜词瞅着他，似笑非笑，“梁叔叔，我觉得你思想包袱有点重。”                                                                        梁景行掀了掀眼皮，“你再叫我一声‘梁叔叔’，恐怕我思想包袱就更重了。”                                                                        姜词乐不可支，挽起了梁景行，“有一点你说对了，我就是个疯子，丝毫不在意别人怎么说我……”顿了顿，却又微微蹙了蹙眉，缓缓松开了他手臂——她不在意别人怎么说她自己，可她在意别人怎么说梁景行。                                                                        姜词这动作，梁景行自然是看在眼里，却是目光沉沉，一言未发。                                                                        走了一段路，找到一家仍在营业的糖水铺子，点了碗红豆汤圆。巴掌大的店面，没开空调，只在侧面墙上挂了架电风扇，可吹出来的也全是热风。                                                                        吃了两勺，姜词热得满头大汗，索性让老板打包，“太热了，我还是回去吃吧。”话音刚落，她便想起自己家里也是没有空调的，去年三伏天，最热的时候，只得晚上将凉席搬去屋顶睡觉。可外面蚊子多，一晚上下来，咬了一腿的包。她又是疤痕体质，留下的印子到今年都还没褪尽。                                                                        “去我车上。”梁景行沉声道。                                                                        在车里，坐了片刻便凉快下来，姜词一口一口吃着汤圆，只觉惬意无比，却又不由担忧今晚上在自己蒸笼似的房里，该怎么睡觉——自尊心使然，她决不会主动提出去梁景行处借宿。                                                                        忧心忡忡吃完，已快到十一点，梁景行又将她送到楼上门口，临走前说道：“你通知书已经到了，出门着急，忘了给你带来。”                                                                        姜词笑了笑，“这么迫不及待想见我？”                                                                        梁景行在她脑袋上轻拍了一下，又问：“你打不打算办谢师宴？”                                                                        姜词笑意淡了，“又不是上了央美，没意义。”                                                                        梁景行眸光一沉，轻叹了口气，“那你八月有什么打算？”                                                                        “我得跟陈老师交几幅画，好歹去西藏进行了一趟‘灵魂之旅’，得做出点成绩。”                                                                        梁景行笑了，“好。”站了片刻，虽觉不舍，还是退后一步，目光落在她脸上，低声道：“那我走了，关好门，有事随时打我电话。”                                                                        姜词没动，轻唤一声：“梁景行。”                                                                        手机背光早就熄了，只从一侧的气窗里，透出窗外暗蓝的天空，却也是昏昏沉沉。                                                                        西面的黑暗里，两人贴近的呼吸，一声，一声。                                                                        姜词忽上前一步，抓住了梁景行的衣领，踮脚凑上去。                                                                        不同于先时那个久别重逢的吻，这一个充满了更多的意味。                                                                        父亲去世之后，她以为自此便是飘萍无根，可命运让她遇见这样一个人，像一根长而紧实的线索住她，让她不至于被这离乱颠沛，雨打风吹去。                                                                        ·                                                                        七月流火，渐渐到了开学的时候。这一个月里，姜词交上了四幅画，不像十五岁那年闹着玩儿的拍卖，如今的作品，是她进入职业圈的探路石。她惴惴不安，索性做只鸵鸟，不去主动同陈同勖打听这些画的下场。                                                                        报道注册之后，姜词去新宿舍收拾东西。崇城美院离她住处并不远，乘地铁只要二十分钟，并非一定要住宿，但梁景行强烈要求她不可脱离集体生活。                                                                        正在铺床，忽听见门外传来一道熟悉的声音，姜词回头，果见谈夏的身影一晃而过。                                                                        她并不欲与其多打交道，移开了目光，没有喊她，只当没看见。                                                                        铺完床，姜词坐在椅子上喝水，门口光线忽被一遮，抬头一看，对上一张明晃晃的笑脸。                                                                        “姜词，就说看着像你！”                                                                        姜词缓缓拧上瓶盖，也附上一个礼貌的笑，“谈夏，好久不见。”                                                                        谈夏见她姜词对面椅子上没人，转个向坐上去，手臂枕在椅背上，笑吟吟看着姜词，“暑假过得顺利吗？”                                                                        “还好。”                                                                        不咸不淡地聊了一会儿，隔壁宿舍有人喊了一声，谈夏起身，“我就住旁边，有空找我玩。”                                                                        姜词应下，望着谈夏出去，脸上笑容立即隐去。                                                                        清闲了几天，社团招新与军训撞在了一起，姜词顿时忙得焦头烂额。“社团活动”，也是梁景行划定的必须体验的大学生活之一，姜词不敢违逆，最后随便报了学生会的宣传部。                                                                        这段日子，她与谈夏的交往倒是频繁起来。两人宿舍相邻，新同学彼此还不熟识，无论吃饭、社团面试还是军训，谈夏总会来主动找她。姜词顾忌陈同勖与谈夏的老师是朋友，不好与她闹得很僵，况且细论起来，谈夏只是脾性不对她胃口，并未做过如何出格之事。几次之后，姜词卸下心防，权当多个伴，不深交便是。                                                                        终于熬到军训结束，姜词回宿舍闷头睡了几个小时，被谈夏叫起来：“姜词，晚上院办报告厅有个讲座，一起去吧？”                                                                        姜词打了个呵欠，睡眼惺忪，“谁的讲座？”                                                                        谈夏递给她一张折页广告。                                                                        石青底色，淡白文字，封面只有两句诗：万籁生山，一星在水。字是手写，遒劲洒脱，极具风骨。                                                                        姜词鲜少见到如此具有艺术感的广告，好奇翻开。目光扫到主讲人的名字，立时一怔，困意去了大半。                                                                        谈夏笑说：“我很喜欢他的摄影作品，前几年他在家乡办过一场签售，我也去参加过。”                                                                        姜词目光定在那人的照片上，嘴角不自觉地向上一扬，答应下来。                                                                        秋高气爽，天空是水洗蓝衍了一点象牙白的色调，崇城少有这样纯净的天色。姜词和谈夏吃完饭出发往院办去时，琥珀色夕照已经退却，天空变成冷寂的青蓝。                                                                        两人到得有些迟，刚刚落座，主持人已讲完话，邀请主讲人上台。热烈的掌声中，梁景行走上讲台，优雅地微微鞠了一躬。                                                                        他今日穿一身正式的西装，从袖口露出一截衬衫的白色，系一条藏青色的领带，打着半温莎结。                                                                        姜词手托腮，饶有兴味地看着他。
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