天将亮未亮时,那片荒原上的草霜是湿的。
悟空走在前头,步子不大,不急,手背在身后,时不时侧一侧头听听四方的动静,听完了,把头转回来,继续往前。玄奘跟在后头,枯木桩踩在霜草上,发出细碎的声响,右脚仍是比左脚轻,那旧伤的痕迹藏在步伐里,不显山不露水,若非刻意去听,轻易察觉不出。
两个人一路没怎么说话。
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