进瓷碗,起身离开厨房。
—
周谧把自己锁进了卧室里。
大脑里有个白色的小人在没日没夜地疯狂奔跑,被无形的风暴推搡,在光怪陆离的丛林和寸草不生的荒野里交替往复,方向模糊,却也不能停止。
她换了个姿势侧躺。
想了会,周谧下床从包里翻出airpods戴上,从歌单里找到那首歌,中间的长度和耗时超乎想象,就像上个月唯一那次翻出微信好友里的张敛一样。
周谧按下播放。
年轻的男声一瞬涌出,带点并不突兀的磁沉和沙哑,很有个人腔调。
“if
i
was
the
question,
would
you
be
answer
if
i
was
the
sic,
would
you
be
the
dancer
if
i
was
the
student,
would
you
be
the
teacher
if
i
was
the
sinner,
would
you
be
the
preacher
would
you
be
...”
勒令张敛设置成来电铃声那一天,她曾别别扭扭问过他:“换成这个音乐
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