第(7/11)节                                                                                                           “吵醒你啦？”顾烟很歉疚，其实真的没什么事，就是……忽然很想和他话。                                                                                                            梁飞凡愣愣的看着花板，当下觉得如梦如幻，是第次主动给他打电话。他半才沉声的答：“没关系。怎么了？”                                                                                                            “我……脚疼。”顾烟想半，找个理由出来。他那边顿时没有回音，“梁飞凡？”顾烟轻声的唤他的名字。                                                                                                            “唔，我在。你乖乖待在宿舍，二十分钟后到。”                                                                                                            顾烟无语。                                                                                                            不知道的情况，路上他都不敢挂电话，顾烟听着他悉悉索索穿衣服，下楼，开车门关车门。两个人时无话，就听着对方的声音，觉得，恩，心安。                                                                                                            陪着梁飞凡匆匆赶到的是学校的教导主任和能最短时间内到齐的所有领导。拎着大串钥匙的凶宿管穿着滑稽的睡衣，不过顾烟时候可笑不出来。看着高大挺拔的身影步步的靠近，站在走廊上的有些懵，梁飞凡远远的看见的神se，连忙请其他人止步。                                                                                                            “你伤着哪里？”他0的脸，柔声的问。不答，他就蹲下来看的脚。                                                                                                            顾烟时之间觉得自己简直是无理取闹，呐呐的往后退步。梁飞凡初步检查没什么事，送口气。                                                                                                            “是不是不喜欢军训？让他们停好不好？”他看出来是小姑娘的心情不好，以为为期半个月的军训累着，于是细声细语的问。                                                       
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