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第十三章:比干午后的太阳暖洋洋地。午睡醒来,就靠在床上,看杭芳的睡姿,像是一棵婀娜多姿的水草。一头秀发,铺在床上枕头上,如同一幅写意的水墨书法。接着,她也睁开惺忪睡眼,见我呆呆地看着她,用手轻轻捋了一下头发,冲我嫣然一笑。看什么?她问我。你有白头发了。我说。真的吗?她慌慌张张找了只镜子,对镜端详着自己。我不理她,随手拿了本书,翻开。在哪儿呢?她问我,神情比发生了世界大战或者2012年末日之劫还要严肃。骗你的!我笑。好啊!她扑过来,开始挠我痒痒。投降了!投降了!我说。我俩的吵闹惊动了隔壁的小雨。她站在我们门口。
Thirteenth chapter: the sun warm than dry afternoon. Nap wake up, leaning on the bed to see Hang Fang’s sleeping position, like a graceful aquatic plants. A hair, lying in bed pillow, like a freehand ink calligraphy. Then, she also opened his eyes and sleepy, see me staring at her, his hand gently swipe hair, smiled at me. Look what? She asked me. You have white hair. I said. Really? She hurriedly looked for a mirror, looking at the mirror himself. I ignored her, readily took the book, opened. Where is she? She asked me if she was serious about the world war or the end of 2012. Lie to you! I laugh. Okay, she rushed over and began scratching my itch. Surrendered! Surrendered! I said. Our noise stirred up the rain next door. She stood at our door.