第(7/8)节          “小心点，跟着我的脚印走，免得等一会摔进西湖里面去。”靳骐看了我一眼，我叫上穿着的是一双雪地靴，虽然跟不高，可这西湖边到处都是雪，一踩一个脚印，要是不留心还真的可能会摔个四仰八叉，然后滚下断桥。                                                                                                            “哦。”                                                                                                            我一手拿着数码相机，一手牵着靳骐，小心翼翼地踩着他踩过的地方下脚，这种感觉，有点像在幼儿园玩踩前面小朋友影子的游戏，感觉好遥远，但是又很亲切。                                                                                                            许久不玩这种游戏的我看上去动作有点笨拙。                                                                                                            “阿墨……”                                                                                                            靳骐回过了头，看着我笨拙地踩着他走过的脚印走着，声音里头透着一些古怪。                                                                                                            “啊？”                                                                                                            我抬起了头看着靳骐，星星眼地望着，现在他在我心底的地位基本上已经升到了曾经给我和妈两个nv人在超市里面买卫生巾的老爸那种高度了。                                                                                                            “阿墨，你撑一下伞，我拍一张照。”                                                                                                            我不疑有他，从靳骐的手上接过了雨伞，然后把手上的相机递给了他。                                                                                                            “笑！”                                                                                                            靳骐把相机焦距对着我，然后开口。                        
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