奚敏从图书馆出来时刚六点,学校的广播里正是纪云生的声音。这些日子她已经刻意不去听,但今天她走下台阶便听到一句“Here I love you.”于是停下了脚步。
纪云生甚少念情诗,今天这首格外温柔: The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind. Want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.