搬进来后生活算平静,和茱莉娅住的近,便成了很好的朋友。
她隔三岔五会带男人回家,但不打扰我们,我们也不介意。
“欸,你,还放不下他吗?”
她说的是W。
“有点。”
烟波浩渺,谈起他仍觉沉重。
“我说你至于么。快三十了吧。”
我不敢面对,曾以为可以托付余生的人,就这么离去了。
“你现在就应该重新开始谈一个,你搬过来不就是为了开启新生活吗?”
“只是遇不到好的……”
“欸。楼下那个,就不错呀。”
“他?一小孩?”
那天晚上被茱莉娅拖去余工作的酒吧。灯火闪耀,他是中心的那个。
明眸皓齿,明亮的眸子像在闪着光,是那个海盐味的少年。
紫色的灯光慵懒地撒在他身上,我却闻到海的忧伤。
他的声音像海风,微微刮来清香。
“Hey Jude, don't make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.
Hey Jude, don't be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
Then you begin to make it better.
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain,
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder.”
丝丝酒意,他的身躯和W重为一体。
在十二月的这个冬天,我竟忘记了寒凉。
而细腻如丝的你的身音,让我不再畏惧。
但是,闭眼后,那个身影依旧是W。
W,现在十二月了,我为什么还能看到你的影子。