车里放着音乐,雨声中一个女声温柔吟唱。 “My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all……”
过了一会,这个号码又打来电话,于苏小声提醒:“有电话。”
“嗯。”江郁声音沉静到有些发冷。
于苏抿了抿嘴没在说话。
那号码几乎是片刻不停的打电话过来。
江郁握着方向盘的手微微用力,手背上青筋鼓起。
音乐忽然变成男生说唱,语气重带着不耐和愤怒。
“Dear Slim I wrote but you still ain't callin I left my cell my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn you must not-a got 'em……”