她面前说了几句话,那个女生娴静微笑着给周静姝和秦颂颌首示意。
“我们不急着回家吗?”秦颂不解。
“就几分钟,”周静姝开始翻钱包找零钱,“这都是他们的一片心意,是他们真诚的回赠,我们不应该拒绝他们...呐,等下你拿这些过去给他们,放在他们的箱子里就好——”
秦颂稍稍后退半步,眼角带笑,不忘把耳朵凑近她认真听她说话,顺便负手半护着她。
“即使身体不适,仍然用自己的双手去拼生活,多了不起啊。”她没发现秦颂此时的眼神,自顾自地说着。
“...嗯。”眸色渐渐变得胶腻,像一张慢慢兜起的细网。
对面的女生握紧麦克风,男人帮她立好手机夹,把手机稳稳安置。
雨歇后,音乐响起,渐渐多了些人围着那对男女,倒是周静姝他们这边离得远,没有人留意到他们。
“Look at the stars; ”
“look how they shine for you.”
“And everything you do;
“Yeah, they were all yellow. ”
“I came along; ”
“I wrote a song for you.”
“And all the things you do;”
“And it was called yellow.”
“...”
几乎是那么一秒钟,周静姝认出熟悉的旋律。
秦颂也默契地笑了声:
“噢,原来是这首歌...”
周静姝侧头乜他,不太相信以他的反应:
“哦?你也知道?”
“当然啦。”他得意地抬起下巴。
轮椅上的女生唱至高潮部分,淡淡鼻音和歌曲氛围相得益彰:
“...”
“So then I took my turn;”
“Oh what a thing to have done.”
“And it was all yellow;”
“Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones.”
“Turn into some
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