pan>却没有问<></span>只是心疼的很<></span>很多东西<></span>犹如一根线一条条的卷成乱线头<></span>他好似明白<></span>却又好似不明白<></span>他无法深问<></span>因为阿润不想说<></span>他们便并坐着<></span>看着远处的梅林<></span>

  <></span>这里看<></span>比近前看漂亮多了<></span><></span>

  <></span>呵……恩<></span><></span>

  <></span>谢谢阿润<></span><></span>

  <></span>嗯……<></span><></span>

  <></span>阿润……今年……多大了<></span><></span>

  <></span>二十五岁了<></span><></span>

  <></span>哎<></span>不信<></span>看着比我还小<></span>阿润是出家人<></span>出家人呢……不打诳语的<></span><></span>

  <></span>呵……真的<></span>二十五了<></span>马上就二十六了<></span><></span>

  顾昭闭着眼<></span>深深的呼吸<></span>贪婪的闻着美景的味道<></span>阿润侧头看着他<></span>其实……阿昭也很美<></span>他只是不承认<></span>只要细看他<></span>他会发怒的<></span>

  崖顶的光线淡淡的给顾昭的脸颊上铺了一层莹白<></span>他的毛孔很细<></span>肌肤很白<></span>表情柔和亲切<></span>

  阿润心思一动<></