秋风在许都的街巷里转了一夜,到天明时已透着真正的寒意。
孔明回到偏院书房,将石青袍换回旧常服,在案前坐下,摊开屯田细则正本,将第九条末尾的墨迹吹干,提笔续写第十条。他写得极慢,一字一字,像是要把心思全数压进那几行小字里,压实了,压稳了,不留缝隙给别的什么东西钻入。
案角的枯竹叶安静地躺着,叶色已全黑,薄得透光,像一片压扁的旧影子。
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