那张纸折进匣子的第三日,风雨骤至。
不是比喻。
那天午后天色说变就变,云从西北角压过来,颜色是那种青灰里透出铁锈的深,在荣国府上空沉甸甸地坐住了。廊下提灯的婆子还没来得及换风灯,第一阵雨已经斜着打进回廊,把几盆正当时的秋菊拍得东倒西歪。
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