磷光就在前面，玄奘的僧衣在那光里，是一个静止的轮廓。
我加快了脚步，胖子跟上来，我们走到那段墓道末端，玄奘听见脚步声转过身来，闷油瓶站在他身侧，手臂垂着，那双眼看见我们出来，没说话，往我这边看了一眼，看到我手腕上那道伤口，然后移开了。
"两位施主，"玄奘合十，"辛苦了。"
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