第(8/11)节                                                      顾烟摇摇头。                                                                                                            走廊里时寂静无声，顾烟有些任x的不吭声，梁飞凡无b耐心的等着，身后那帮领导莫名其妙的看着。                                                                                                            梁飞凡把些来跟着的人报上来的消息在脑里过滤遍，隐约的猜可能是宿舍里住的不舒心。看着眉眼间微微流露的委屈，他心里阵阵的不适。                                                                                                            人在他梁飞凡身边，他怎么可能容得谁还给委屈受？！                                                                                                            他低声安慰等下，接着转身和等着的领导交谈几句，会儿人就都散。梁飞凡把带下去，两个人坐进宿舍前面的车里。                                                                                                            顾烟被他的沉默等待的软化，终于，后半夜的时候，吞吞吐吐的告诉他，宿舍里的人觉得娇气，不想住儿。                                                                                                            “那，我们换所学校？”梁飞凡0的刘海，柔声的问。                                                                                                            “不用。……我就想回去住。”顾烟低着头，声音细细的。                                                                                                            梁飞凡如闻籁，刚才——回去。                                                                                                            “好，”偏进车窗的月se里，他的眉眼清俊如神话里的仙，“我们回去。”                                                                                                            后来顾烟渐渐的放开，把些来的事情件件的讲给梁飞凡听，不过是大学生活初始的新鲜，小孩儿之间可笑的小。可的认真，梁飞凡听的b任何桩开发案都仔细。                                                       
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