他下山时靴底踩过一段碎石,发出轻脆的声音,一路向下,没有回头。
那件外衫是新补过的,衣缝沿着肩线收得平整,沈玉书走到山道转角处,风从对面来,衣袖鼓起一下,他用手按住,低头继续走。
引荐信揣在怀里,已经皱得厉害,他拿出来捋了捋折痕,重新叠好,收回去。
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