/span>那台上刷飞刀的停了锣鼓<></span>席间的晚辈儿都站起来送七太爷出去<></span>顾昭依旧摆手笑<></span>叫他们吃好喝好<></span>

  一抬软轿<></span>暗夜风冷<></span>身后的喧闹跟大声的喝彩声越来越远<></span>

  <></span>七爷<></span>又下雪了<></span>真扫兴<></span><></span>细仔一边扶着轿子跑<></span>一边唠叨<></span>

  他是南方来的<></span>第一场雪的时候他乐的满地打滚<></span>但是随着断断续续这一冬日的零落<></span>他已经厌烦的下雪了<></span>雨水大成了灾他倒是不怕<></span>他会游泳<></span>可是冷天真的能冻死人<></span>每早三更天<></span>这城中打更的寺僧<></span>一边打更一边叫人随了小车搬流民冻死的尸首<></span>细仔见过一次<></span>吓得不轻<></span>

  顾昭掀起轿帘<></span>把手伸出去<></span>感觉着手里零零落落的雪点<></span>印着身后的灯火通明竟是一派凄凉<></span>

  顾茂德送了小叔叔进屋<></span>顾昭对他说：<></span>茂德<></span>你回去照旧玩乐<></span>瞅着没人的功夫告诉你父亲<></span>人散了<></span>便来我这里一趟<></span>我有话跟他说<></span>

  顾茂德看了眼小叔叔的表情<></span>非常的低沉阴郁<></span>便不敢多说<></span>应了转身去了<></span>

  顾昭进屋<></span>抱着暖炉坐在厢房<></span>千言万语不知道该如何整理<></span>

  他不是个有大才的人<></span>可是他比这里的人多看了近五千年的历史<></span>从头至尾<></span>从�