我拧开台灯的开关,点了一根利群,打开音乐。灯光幽暗,音乐幽怨,都说快乐是短暂的,果然没错,感官得到尽情淋漓地释放后,孤独却开始像一个老奸巨猾的蜘蛛开始织起了网,一下子蛛网布满整身、从下往上将我蚕食,不得动弹,我只能隐隐约约还能听到他常常听的一首歌,这样唱着: I love a fireside when a storm is due I like potato chips, moonlight, motor trips, how about you? I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill And James Durantes looks give me a thrill Holding hands in the movie show When all the lights are low may not be new But I like it, how about you? …… 我从书台上惊醒,汗水打湿台面,黏黏糊糊,真是令人不悦,我麻木地用干净的双手擦拭桌案上那滩黏糊的汗水,然后我从抽屉里拿出一叠红色的喜帖,我一边掐着利群, 一边写下: 新郎:陆坤,新娘:乔晓慧,于10月8日晚7点,在杭城B区元华大酒店举行结婚典礼敬备喜筳,恭请黎…… 写到“黎城”两个字的时候,我停顿了一下,吐了一口烟,烟雾缭绕,弥散在被寂寞强行殖民的黑夜里,我往窗外放空了好久好久,小城,好久没见,你还好么?不知道为什么,我又开始想你了。 …… When all the lights are low may not be new But I like it, and I like it, I like it, how about you? ……