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        ·                                                                        梁景行不说，自然有他的理由。                                                                        姜词看他一眼，“好吧，我相信你——应该说我相信许尽欢。”                                                                        梁景行笑了一声，“以前还与她势如水火，连帮她画几张插画都不肯……”他陡然一顿，眼神复杂地看着姜词，“……我说，你那时候是不是在吃醋？”                                                                        姜词神色未改，“我以为你早猜出了。”                                                                        “那未免也太早了。”                                                                        姜词似笑非笑，忽又往前一步，站在梁景行两腿之间，“梁叔叔，你怎么不猜猜看我是什么时候喜欢你的。”                                                                        她刚洗过头发，还有几分潮润，随着她的动作，发丝轻轻荡了荡，似在空气中划了一道看不见的线，漾开清浅的香味。                                                                        梁景行呼吸不由一滞，“……猜不出。”                                                                        “想知道吗？”                                                                        梁景行唇角缓缓地抿起，没说话。                                                                        姜词忽蹬了一只拖鞋，赤脚踩在他鞋上，没用多少力道，可恰好不轻不重，让人丝毫无法忽略。                                                                        梁景行目光不由往下看了一眼，瞥见莹白如玉的脚背，一时呼吸更加轻缓，片刻，不由伸手将姜词稍稍往外一格，“鞋穿好，我去洗澡。”说罢一手轻扶着姜词的手臂，站起身，脚步平稳地朝外走去。                                                                        姜词一只脚踩在地板上，望着梁景行往浴室去的背影，目光深了几分。                                                                        梁景行反手将门锁好，走到花洒之下，扭开了开关。凉水从头顶淋下来，很快糊住双眼。他一动不动，直到身上衬衫彻底淋湿，方伸手在脸上抹了一把。                                                                        过了片刻，他伸手在瓷砖墙面上狠捶一拳，解开长裤，面无表情地握住，机械动作起来。数分钟后，他停手，喘了口粗气，额头一下磕在墙上。水仍然不住地往下淋，浇在他眉间发上，他神情疲累，眸光沉沉如暗海潜礁。                                                                        ·                                                                        第二天吃过早饭，梁景行将姜词送回学校，想起落了份文件在家里，又开车折返。一打开门，赫然见客厅里坐了个人，正是已有数月未见的许尽欢。                                                                        她晒黑了，齐肩的头发辫了一头的脏辫，似从哪个非洲部落来的。她没换拖鞋，歪靠在沙发上吃苹果，望见梁景行进来，笑道：“我来拿东西。”                                                                        “怎么不提前给我打个电话？”                                                                        “手机丢了，号码全没了，而且我还忘了备份。”                                                                        “……”                                                                        “真的！”许尽欢掏了掏口袋，拿出一只簇新的手机，“在埃及被人抢了包，也是倒霉，护照签证身份证全在里面，不然你以为我不想早点回来？”                                                                        “你以后出门记得跟你爸打声招呼，”梁景行抬腕看了看手表，“我还要去学校，你自便——记得把你东西带走，”顿了顿，“还有，你一直拿我当挡箭牌也不是个事，赶紧找个机会给你爸妈摊牌。”                                                                        “……这么急着赶我走，是不是打算金屋藏娇。”                                                                        梁景行神情一滞。                                                                        许尽欢愣了，没想到自己竟然猜中，“梁景行，你背着我干了什么好事？”                                                                        “……”                                                                        许尽欢立即扔了苹果站起来，“你都单身这么多年了，到了这岁数突然谈起恋爱，简直比铁树开花还要难得，快告诉我，究竟是谁有这么大的能耐。”                                                                        梁景行懒得与她废话，迈开长腿，“我走了。”想起什么，脚步一顿，朝许尽欢伸出手，“钥匙也给我吧，今后要过来提前打电话。”                                                                        许尽欢默默计算着自己租公寓的花费，越想越觉得心在滴血，不由抄起抱枕朝他扔过去，“……梁景行，我要跟你绝交！”                                                                        ·                                                                        姜词回到宿舍，恰好碰上谈夏出门吃早餐。谈夏停住脚步，“姜词，你昨晚上是不是没回宿舍？”                                                                        “我回家有点事。”                                                                        谈夏笑了笑，“下回记得跟我发条短信说一声，我怕你出了什么事，一直等到十一点才睡。”                                                                        姜词一怔，“抱歉。”                                                                        “没事儿……我去吃早饭了，”谈夏提步要走，又说，“晚上记得去看迎新晚会。”                                                                        姜词对这所谓的迎新晚会实则没什么兴趣，但记起梁景行的告诫，也就跟着宿舍其他几人一起去了。                                                                        报告厅里音乐隆隆，四人去得迟了，寻了一圈也只找到了三个连座。姜词被吵得耳朵疼，便让她们三人去坐，自己打算偷偷溜回去。                                                                        没走几步，斜后方传来一道清越的嗓音，“姜词？”                                                                        姜词停步扭头，对上方青岩礼貌的的微笑。他旁边恰还有个座位，便邀请姜词坐过去。                                                                        坐下之后，方青岩浅笑问她：“军训结束了？”                                                                        姜词点头。                                                                        方青岩又问了些“习不习惯”“适不适应”的客套话，但瞧见姜词意兴阑珊，便笑了笑，身体坐正看着前方，再不说话。                                                                        过了十多分钟，晚会仍未开始，姜词掏出手机给梁景行发了条短信，等了片刻，没收到回复。姜词猜想他应该是在忙，便收起手机，枯坐着发呆。                                                                        晚会正式开始时，姜词忽感觉口袋里一震，急忙掏出手机。                                                                        “在上课。”                                                                        姜词勾了勾嘴角，想了想，回复：“哪个教室？”                                                                        舞台上主持人报完幕，音箱里立时响起热烈的舞曲。一旁的方青岩动了动，忽从包里掏出一个单反相机。                                                                        姜词便掀了掀眼皮，往前扫了一眼，立时一怔——领舞的竟是谈夏。                                                                        手机一震，姜词收回目光。                                                                        “教三203。好好看晚会，不许过来找我。”                                                                        姜词轻笑一声，忽听身旁方青岩问：“姜词，能不能帮我拿一下单反，我接个电话。”                                                                        姜词收起手机，接过方青岩的手里的相机，对准了舞台。                                                                        取景框里，谈夏穿着皮衣皮裤，戴一顶礼帽，画着浓妆，一头海藻似的长发披散着。她臀丰腿长，腰肢水蛇一般灵动，下颔微扬望着台下时，颇有些烟行媚视的性感。                                                                        姜词对歌舞一贯不甚感兴趣，如今托着相机，竟也津津有味地看了三分钟，恐怕这与谈夏跳得十分精彩不无关系——与她那精准娴熟又有张力的舞步比起来，其他伴舞简直像在做广播体操。                                                                        很快，方青岩打完电话，舞台上表演也已结束。方青岩道了声谢，接回相机，见姜词忽然站起身，愣了一下，“你不看了？”                                                                        姜词很浅地一笑，“不看了，座位留给谈夏吧。”                                                                        出了闹哄哄的报告厅，姜词深吸了一口外面清新的夜风，走到路口，拦住一人，“同学，请问教三怎么走？”                                                                        203是个小教室，前后门都敞着。姜词到的时候，恰是第一节课下。她透过窗户往里看了一眼，梁景行正站在讲台上，身旁围了三两个女生。                                                                        姜词低哼一声，从后门静静悄悄地走进去，找了个空位坐下。                                                                        几分钟后，上课铃打响。那几个女生离开讲台后，梁景行点了点鼠标，投影上的屏保画面一闪，跳出ppt，“好，我们接着上节课的内容。构图能很大程度决定一张摄影作品的质量，然而素材取……”梁景行抬起头，声音顿时一缓，诡异地沉默了一个瞬间，“……舍，同样十分重要。”                                                                        他顿了顿，将衣袖往上一挽，清了清嗓，对上姜词略带挑衅的笑容，“这位同学，假如给你一个‘黄昏’的题目，你会怎么构建你的作品？”                                                                        旁边两个女生低声议论：“这是谁，不是我们班的吧？”                                                                        姜词毫不在意，站起身，垂眸沉思片刻，声音清脆地答道：“小巷，卖棉花糖的小摊，几个背书包的小孩儿。”                                                                        梁景行目光一敛，心里暗自惊叹，这题目，他常用来调查摄影系新生拍片兴趣，以便针对他们的意向因材施教。但教过四届学生，只有姜词的回答，与他的选择最为接近。                                                                        “我替你补充一个，一条大狗——中华田园犬，趴在小摊旁边。”他嘴角浮起一抹浅笑，微微压了压手指，“请坐。下回旁听，请记得提前交条。”                                                                        姜词眼中笑意盈盈，“是，梁老师。”                                                                        梁景行手抖了一下——这人，总能把“梁老师”这明明严肃正经的称呼，喊出别的意味。                                                                        接下来，梁景行旁征博引，将本是十分枯燥的理论课讲得生动十足。                                                                        姜词从未见过他如此意气飞扬的一面，无论是他讲话时带着的手势，他或高或低的声调，他聆听学生回答问题时专注沉思的双眼，还是他转身写板书时潇洒的身影，以及黑板上龙凤飞舞遒劲洒脱的字迹……都充满了旁人难以企及的魅力。                                                                        这个男人，这样的风姿卓然。                                                                        四十五分钟弹指而过，梁景行宣布下课，收拾电脑和教案的时候，便立即有人围拢上去。姜词从座位上站起来，只觉走也不是，留也不是，正踌躇着，手机一震。                                                                        “去停车场等我。”                                                                        刚看完，第二条又蹦出来，“替我买瓶冰水。”                                                                        姜词勾起嘴角，往讲台上看了一眼——那人正将手机揣进口袋，并未看她，只侧头听着学生的提问，但眉目舒展，含着分明的笑意。                                                                        姜词在楼下自动贩售机买了水，去院办的停车场乖乖等着。迎新晚会似乎尚未结束，隐约能听见报告厅里传出的歌声。                                                                        等了十五分钟，梁景行踏着夜色而来，行走时似带着一阵风。                                                                        打开车门进去，姜词往四下看了看，夜色沉沉，阒静无声，她忍不住侧身勾住梁景行颈项，凑上去吻他。
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