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  “送给谁?要有特定的人我们可就不敢听了!”
  程思芮撞了下坐她旁边起哄的人。
  那边陆开开口,大家都以为他要背个课文应付,他却背起了罗伯特·弗罗斯特的《未选择的路》:
  two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
  and sorry i could not travel both
  and be one traveler, long i stood
  and looked down one as far as i could
  to where it bent in the undergrowth;
  then took the other, as just as fair,
  and having perhaps the better claim,
  because it was grassy and wanted wear;
  though as for that the passing there
  had worn them really about the same,
  and both that morning equally lay
  in leaves no step had trodden black.
  oh, i kept the first for another day!
  yet knowing how way leads on to way,
  i doubted if i should ever come back.
  i shall be telling this with a sigh
  somewhere ages and ages hence:
  two roads diverged in a wood,and i—
  i took the one less traveled by,
  and that has made all the difference.
  谁也没想到陆开认真地秀了把,也没想到他的嗓音念出这种文绉绉的诗句会这么好听,带着几分深情,又并没在说情话。
  在熟人的印象中,在不熟人的江湖传言中,陆开是个以家世和打架从小风光到大的权二代,脾气不好不坏,不惹他他也不惹别人,但想跟他拉关系又很难。
  他们甚至能和陆开身边的人都玩得很好,却始终做不到对本主一视同仁。究其原因,是他对于距离感的把握太过精准熟捻,从一开始就将自己划到了线的另一边。
  那种有意为之的隔阂其实是带着自大的。
  人生而不同,人们能够交头接耳,煞有介事地预测市长公子多年后的声色犬马,却无论如何想象不出他会在人前悠悠地念出:
  一片树林里分出两条路——
  而我选择了人迹更少的一条, ↑返回顶部↑

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