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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