第(4/8)节                                                                                                           可是，心里面顿顿地疼着，空洞的可怕，就连呼x1都是疼的。                                                                                                            李澈掰下我攥着他衣襟不放的手。                                                                                                            “够了，凌墨，”李澈的声音冷得一如外头的雨一样，冰凉冰凉的，“他去英国了，大概不会再回来了。”                                                                                                            “这个早在半年前就已经决定好了的，他注定会离开的。”                                                                                                            那么我呢，我算是什么？                                                                                                            我很想这么问，但是却怎么也出不了声来问，就算问了，又有什么意思呢。                                                                                                            他又不是靳骐，就算是给了我答案，也不是我想要的那个。                                                                                                            “李澈，从某个角度上来说，你也算是一个温柔的人。”                                                                                                            我扯开笑容，伸手拍了拍李澈的肩膀，因为衣服上全部都沾染上了雨水，拍上的他的肩膀上的时候，也在他的肩膀上留下了印记。                                                                                                            原以为他从一开始就不喜欢我，他说我和靳骐之间不会有好结果，现在果然是应验了这一句话，不是什么一语成谶也不是未卜先知，而是他早就已经知道这一天早晚就会到来，一如他所说的那样是注定的。                                                                                                            他早早地提醒了我，只是我一直不愿意相信。                          
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