第192章（1 / 2）

<h3>第192章（第1页）</h3><script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LuW6JOm5Zyw5oCU5L2P77yM6ICz6bij5aOw5Zeh5Zeh5ZON6LW377yM6L+e6Lqs6YO95b+Y6K6w6Z6g5bCx6KaB5b6A5Y+w5LiL6LWw77yM5Li75oyB5Lq65Y+K5pe25LiK5YmN77yM5o+Q6YaS6K645YiZ6L+Y5pyJ5Yeg5Liq6Zeu6aKY6ZyA6KaB5LuW5Zue562U44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

他蓦地怔住，耳鸣声嗡嗡响起，连躬都忘记鞠就要往台下走，主持人及时上前，提醒许则还有几个问题需要他回答。

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问题都是事先讨论过，不用思考就可以对答，许则被请回原来的站位，再去看时陆赫扬已经消失了，只剩门在轻轻晃动。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5o6l5LiL5Y675Zyo5Y+w5LiK55qE6L+Z5q616K6w5b+G5rKh5pyJ6L+b5YWl6K645YiZ55qE6ISR5rW377yM5oCd57u06YeN5paw5oGi5aSN6L+Q6L2s5piv5LuO5LuW6LWw5LiL5Y+w55qE6YKj5LiA5Yi75omN5byA5aeL44CC6K645YiZ5rKh5pyJ5Y675ZCO5Y+w77yM55u05o6l5LuO6KeC5LyX5bit5peB55qE6Zeo5Ye65Y6744CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

接下去在台上的这段记忆没有进入许则的脑海，思维重新恢复运转是从他走下台的那一刻才开始。许则没有去后台，直接从观众席旁的门出去。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LuW6LeR6L+H56m65pe355qE6LWw5buK77yM5LiA55u06LeR5Yiw5bC95aS077yM6LeR5Ye65L6n6Zeo77yM6Zeo5aSW5piv5piP6buE55qE5LiA55uP6Lev54Gv5LiO5pGH5puz55qE5qCR5b2x44CC6K645YiZ56uZ5Zyo6Lev5peB77yM5ZaY552A5rCU77yM5LuW5oCA55aR6Ieq5bex5YGa5LqG5Zy65qKm77yM5LuW5LiN5biM5pyb6L+Z5Y+q5piv5Zy65qKm44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

他跑过空旷的走廊，一直跑到尽头，跑出侧门，门外是昏黄的一盏路灯与摇曳的树影。许则站在路旁，喘着气，他怀疑自己做了场梦，他不希望这只是场梦。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6Lqr5ZCO5ZON6LW35LiA54K55aGR5paZ5pGp5pOm55qE5aOw5ZON77yM5Yid5pil77yM6K645YiZ56uf54S26Ze75Yiw5qCA5a2Q6Iqx6aaZ44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

身后响起一点塑料摩擦的声响，初春，许则竟然闻到栀子花香。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc6K645YiZ44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>

“许则。”<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+56ysOTXnq6A8L3A+'));</script>

第95章<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5b+D55CG5a2m5Lit5pyJ5LiA56eN56We57uP546w6LGh5Y+r4oCc5pmu6bKB5pav54m55pWI5bqU4oCd77yM5b2T6Ze75Yiw54m55a6a55qE5rCU5ZGz77yM5aSn6ISR5Lit5LiO5LmL5pyJ5YWz55qE6YKj5Lqb6K6w5b+G5Lya6KKr5ZSk6LW377yM6YGX5b+Y55qE5oiW5piv5LuO5pyq5b+Y6K6w55qE44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

心理学中有一种神经现象叫“普鲁斯特效应”，当闻到特定的气味，大脑中与之有关的那些记忆会被唤起，遗忘的或是从未忘记的。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5a+56K645YiZ5p2l6K+077yM5Zyo5LiO6ZmG6LWr5oms55u45YWz55qE5omA5pyJ6K6w5b+G6YeM77yM5Lik56eN5ZGz6YGT5pyA5rex5Yi74oCU4oCU6ZmG6LWr5oms55qE5L+h5oGv57Sg5ZKM5qCA5a2Q6Iqx6aaZ44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

对许则来说，在与陆赫扬相关的所有记忆里，两种味道最深刻——陆赫扬的信息素和栀子花香。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6ICB5pen5Y2V5YWD5qW85aSW55qE6Iqx5Z2b5LuO5p2l5rKh5pyJ5Lq65omT55CG77yM5L2G5q+P5Yiw5aSP5aSp5oC75Lya6ZW/5Ye655m96Imy55qE5qCA5a2Q6Iqx77yM6Iqx6aaZ6KKr6aOY5Yqo55qE56qX5biY5Y236L+b5bCP5oi/6Ze06YeM77yM5Y+I6KKr6aOO5omH5ZC55byA77yM5Y+Y5b6X5reh5reh55qE44CC5ZKM6ZmG6LWr5oms5Zyo5LiA6LW355qE6YKj5Liq5aSP5aSp77yM5LiA55u05Ly06ZqP552A6L+Z5qC355qE6aaZ5ZGz77yM55Sa6Iez5Zyo5YiG5byA5b6I5LmF5ZCO77yM6K645YiZ6L+Y5Lya5Zyo5qKm5Lit6Ze75Yiw5qCA5a2Q6Iqx6aaZ44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

老旧单元楼外的花坛从来没有人打理，但每到夏天总会长出白色的栀子花，花香被飘动的窗帘卷进小房间里，又被风扇吹开，变得淡淡的。和陆赫扬在一起的那个夏天，一直伴随着这样的香味，甚至在分开很久后，许则还会在梦中闻到栀子花香。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5omA5Lul6K645YiZ6KeJ5b6X6Ieq5bex5b6I5a655piT5re35reG546w5a6e5LiO5qKm5aKD77yM5q+U5aaC5b2T5LiL44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

所以许则觉得自己很容易混淆现实与梦境，比如当下。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5bim552A5L+h5oGv57Sg5LiO6Iqx6aaZ55qE5pma6aOO56m/6L+H77yM5bCG6YKj5aOw5pqM6L+d5aSa5bm055qE4oCY6K645YiZ4oCZ5ZC56L+c77yM5Y+Y5oiQ5p6d5Y+257CM57CM5Lit55qE5LiA5ZON44CC6ICz6bij5riQ5riQ5raI5aSx77yM6K645YiZ5bm25LiN5oSf5Yiw5oOK5Zac5ZKM5pyf5b6F77yM5Zug5Li65LiA5YiH6L+Y5rKh5pyJ5a6a6K6677yM6ICM5LuO6Jma5bm755qE5rOh5b2x6YeM6YaS5p2l5oC75piv6K6p5Lq65aSx6JC95ZKM55eb6Ium44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

带着信息素与花香的晚风穿过，将那声暌违多年的‘许则’吹远，变成枝叶簌簌中的一响。耳鸣渐渐消失，许则并不感到惊喜和期待，因为一切还没有定论，而从虚幻的泡影里醒来总是让人失落和痛苦。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6K645YiZ6L2s6L+H6Lqr77yM5pGH5pmD55qE5paR6amz5qCR5b2x5piO5piO54Gt54Gt5Zyw5omT5ZyoYWxwaGHouqvkuIrvvIzov57pnaLlrrnpg73mqKHns4rpmr7ovqjjgILorrjliJnmg7PopoHmnJ3ku5bpnaDov5HkuIDngrnvvIznnIvmuIXmpZrkuIDngrnvvIzpo47ljbTlv73nhLblpKfkuobvvIzlsIbmlbTmo7XmoJHlkLnlvpflgJLlkJHkuIDovrnvvIzpnLLlh7rpmLTlvbHkuIthbHBoYeeahOiEuOOAgeecvOedm+OAgjwvcD4='));</script>

许则转过身，摇晃的斑驳树影明明灭灭地打在alpha身上，连面容都模糊难辨。许则想要朝他靠近一点，看清楚一点，风却忽然大了，将整棵树吹得倒向一边，露出阴影下alpha的脸、眼睛。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+55y8552b4oCU4oCU6K645YiZ5Zyo5a+56KeG55qE556s6Ze05bCx56Gu5a6a77yM6YKj5Y+M55y8552b77yM55y8552b6YeM5ZKM5YWr5bm05YmN5LiA5qC355qE55y856We4oCU4oCU6K645YiZ5LuO5rKh5pyJ5oOz6L+H6L+Y6IO95YaN55yL6KeB6L+Z5qC355qE55y856We44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

眼睛——许则在对视的瞬间就确定，那双眼睛，眼睛里和八年前一样的眼神——许则从没有想过还能再看见这样的眼神。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc5L2g5Y+R57uZ5oiR55qE5aWW5p2v54Wn54mH77yM5oiR55yL6KeB5LqG44CC4oCd6ZmG6LWr5oms5oWi5oWi6LWw5Yiw6K645YiZ6Z2i5YmN77yM5oqK6YKj5p2f5qCA5a2Q6Iqx5pS+6L+b5LuW5oCA6YeM77yM4oCc6K645YiZ77yM5oGt5Zac5L2g44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>

“你发给我的奖杯照片，我看见了。”陆赫扬慢慢走到许则面前，把那束栀子花放进他怀里，“许则，恭喜你。”<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5ZaJ5ZKZ6KKr5aC1552A77yM5oOz6K+04oCY6LCi6LCi4oCZ5Y205peg5rOV5byA5Y+j5Ye65aOw77yM6K645YiZ5a6a5a6a5rOo6KeG6ZmG6LWr5oms5Yeg56eS77yM5b+954S25oqs5omL55So5Yqb5oqx5L2P5LuW77yM5bCG6IS457Sn57Sn6LS05Zyo5LuW6aKI5L6n44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

喉咙被堵着，想说‘谢谢’却无法开口出声，许则定定注视陆赫扬几秒，忽然抬手用力抱住他，将脸紧紧贴在他颈侧。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6ZmG6LWr5oms5LuO6K645YiZ6KKr6aOO5ZC55byA55qE55m95aSn6KSC5LiL546v57Sn5LuW55qE6IWw77yM5b+D6Lez5pKe5Zyo5LiA6LW377yM6ICz6L656K645YiZ5oCl5L+D55qE5ZaY5oGv5aOw5YOP5oq95rOj77yM6ZmG6LWr5oms6Zeu77ya4oCc5ZOt5LqG5ZCX44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>

陆赫扬从许则被风吹开的白大褂下环紧他的腰，心跳撞在一起，耳边许则急促的喘息声像抽泣，陆赫扬问：“哭了吗。”<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LuW5oSf6KeJ5Yiw6K645YiZ5pGH5LqG5pGH5aS077yM5aS05Y+R6ZqP552A5Yqo5L2c5Zyo5LuW6ICz6L656Lmt5LqG6Lmt44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

他感觉到许则摇了摇头，头发随着动作在他耳边蹭了蹭。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+4oCc6K6p5L2g562J5LqG5b6I5LmF44CC4oCd6ZmG6LWr5oms6K+044CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

“让你等了很久。”陆赫扬说。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5YW25a6e5LuW55+l6YGT5LiN5bqU6K+l55So4oCY562J4oCZ5p2l5b2i5a6544CC6K645YiZ5YOP5Y+q6aOO562d77yM5rKh5pyJ5Lq65o+h552A57q/77yM6aOO562d5Zyo6auY56m66KKr5ZC55b6X6aOY5pGH5LiN5a6a77yM5L2G6L+Y5piv56ut5bC95YWo5Yqb5Zyw55WZ5Zyo5Y6f5Zyw77yM5LiN5piv562J6LCB5p2l54m16YKj5qC557q/77yM5Y+q5piv5biM5pyb6IO95YaN55yL5p+Q5Liq5Lq65LiA55y844CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

其实他知道不应该用‘等’来形容。许则像只风筝，没有人握着线，风筝在高空被吹得飘摇不定，但还是竭尽全力地留在原地，不是等谁来牵那根线，只是希望能再看某个人一眼。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6L+Z5qyh6K645YiZ5rKh5pyJ6K+04oCY5rKh5YWz57O755qE4oCZ77yM5LuW5pW05Liq5Lq65oqW5b6X5Y6J5a6z77yM5aW95YOP6L+e6aqo5aS06YO95Zyo5ZKv5ZKv5L2c5ZON44CC5b6I5LmF77yM6ICz6L6555qE6aOO5aOw5Y+Y5bCP5LqG77yM56We5b+X5LuO5beo5aSn55qE5Yi65r+A5Lit57yT5oWi5oGi5aSN5LqG5LiA54K554K577yM6K645YiZ5ZOR552A5ZeT5a2Q77ya4oCc6ZmG6LWr5oms44CC4oCdPC9wPg=='));</script>