那影子在转角处的石块后面贴着,把自己压得很矮,是那种把身体的每一寸都往石头纹路里嵌的压法,是那种练过的、知道怎么让自己变成石头颜色的压法。
悟空把那余光压着,把脚步维持原样,把玄奘跟上来的柳木段点地声听着,心里把那影子的轮廓再过了一遍。
不是六耳。
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