漠然低头,打开手机,正欲拨通小寒的电话。 “不用打了,他去工作了。” “你怎么知道?” “他走之前对我说的。” 漠然看着窗外越来越陌生荒芜的景象,惊奇道:“你这是要开去哪里?不上班吗?” 陆璟没有回答她的问题,伸手打开了音箱。低低的旋律,暧昧的JAZZ,唯唯地诉说着: “Easy as flowing down the stream Do you know that? Will you understand me? Why is it you make me wait so long? Sometimes do you think of me as much as I think of you I'd like to know when you dream Am I there? Do you miss me? I know you can't share life with me and I don't know what to do but if you walk right thru my door, you will see that I miss you In my heart I want you to know that I miss you ”