街道上还处处都洋溢着喜庆的氛围,大红的灯笼,春节时贴的年画、春联还未被揭下,行道树上还挂着彩灯。人们见面时也还会道声“新年好”,年味的余韵还飘荡在城市的空气中。 江边人来人往,两岸的景观灯将夜空照得犹如白昼,人们或两人一对,或三五成群结伴而行,欣赏着不夜城的美景。 方瑜在人群中寻找着,可广场这么长,人又这么多,就算周围的景观灯再亮,毕竟还是晚上,要在这种环境下找到个特定的人,实在有些难。他和叶旭约了今天一起到江边看夜景,叶旭因为要出去办事就先出门了,两人约定在江边的广场碰面。可到了广场,他才发现今天的游人出奇的人,根本找不到叶旭的影子。无奈,他找了个相对僻静的地方,拿出了手机拨了电话。电话接通的瞬间,他意外地听到身后响起了熟悉的音乐。 as long as you love me. although loneliness has always been a friend of mine. I'm leaving my life in your hands. people say I'm crazy that I am blind. …… 和着音乐,一个悦耳的男生响起,轻唱着似曾相识的歌词: “I can't get you out of my head don't care what is written in you history as long as you're here with me i don't care who you are where you're from what you did as long as you love me every little thing that you have said and done feels like it's deep within me doesn't really matter if you're on the run it seems like we're meant to be……” 方瑜转过身,叶旭就在不远处,他一边轻哼着,一边向自己走来。景观灯光从四周照来,跳跃,闪烁的灯光在他的脸上映上色彩不一,忽明忽暗的光影,遮去了他真实的表情。只唇上的那抹笑,让人沉迷,深陷。方瑜竟不觉看痴了,任他缓缓走来,脑中回想起了他们刚认识时,那意外地一吻。 手腕被人轻轻的扣住,一条手臂揽上了自己的肩,记忆与现实重叠在了一起,唇上传来柔软、湿热的触感。不是意外,没有尴尬与窘迫,一切都发生的那么自然,心的相交,唇舌的绞缠,有什么东西正在心底生根、发芽…… 没有挂断的电话,音乐还在继续…… i don't care who you are where you're from what you did as long as you love me