第(3/9)节                                                                                                        “哪里？烫伤了还是划伤了？恩？”她急急的翻看他的手。                                                                                                            锅子扣在地上，炒饭半熟，洒了一地。                                                                                                            “这里。”梁飞凡拉她的手，盖在心口。                                                                                                            顾烟急了，心脏病？                                                                                                            “你别动！我去打电话！”她起身要走，却被他一把拉回。                                                                                                            “不用。”他拉着她的手，贴在自己x口，sisi按住，力气大的好像要把这只手嵌进自己的心脏，“医生在我面前，可她不愿意救我。”                                                                                                            “梁飞凡！”顾烟ch0u开手，生气的猛然站起，“你要吓si我啊！到底有没有哪里伤到？”                                                                                                            “有，”他的脸上净是疲惫。“心伤到了。”                                                                                                            “顾烟，你是不是从来没想过，我梁飞凡也是有心的？”他低低的说。                                                                                                            刚刚炒着饭，脑海里全是她甜甜蜜蜜给方亦城煮粥的景象，顾烟，我就……那么贱吗？                                                                                                            他还是忍不住了。                                                                                                            凌
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