李巖回到總部時，夜已經很深。                                                                                                             窗前站著的男人半張臉隱在月光里，沉默良久。就在李巖以為他不會問了轉身要走時，他忽然開口了，“她呢？”                                                                                                             “梁飛凡帶走了?！彪y不成還帶回來？帶回來，他敢見嗎？                                                                                                             方亦城眼角微微一跳，不由自主的又去撫m0袋里的手機。                                                                                                             李巖看著他的動作，心里一聲嘆息，那個舊手機不是他平日里用的那支，可卻從來不離身，根據(jù)李巖的專業(yè)眼光，里面應該只有一個號碼。                                                                                                             幾個小時前的會議上，坐在李巖身旁的方亦城，口袋里有微弱的單弦音樂響起，于是這個被上級們口耳相傳為未來五十年c市警界支柱的人，驚慌失措的打翻了杯子，推倒椅子狂奔而出，哪里還有一點平日里沉穩(wěn)如山的樣子。                                                                                                             那個顧煙的影響力，真的是……可怕。                                                                                                             方亦城手中的電話這時再次響起。李巖愣了愣，快速的退了出去。                                                                                                             方亦城等來的卻是一把低沉的男聲。                                                                                                             “多謝?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            “應該的。”                                                                                                             兩句短短的對話，兩個憤怒的男人。                                                                                                             梁飛凡把手機輕輕放回原處，床上的顧煙睡的無知無覺，露在被子外的一段雪白的胳膊上幾點青紫。他輕輕的摩挲，她的皮膚好像特別的薄，一場情ai下來，幾天都是青紫的，到了夏天不好遮擋，便恨恨的幾天不怎么搭理他，他哄著她又是保證又是發(fā)誓的，下一次，卻仍舊控制不了力道。                                                                                                             其實那年第一次見她時，他就知道，她是他生命里的不可控制。                                                                                                             十七歲的顧煙白衣黑發(fā)，明眸皓齒。在二樓的拐角撞上急急上樓的他。                                                                                                             梁飛凡此生絕對不會忘記那個下午，初夏的yan光充盈，少nv因為他的大力蹬蹬的后退好幾步，站穩(wěn)了后，靠著墻微偏著頭打量他。那張他一見之下就想咬住再也不松開的紅潤小唇微微吃驚的張著。                                                                                                             可是那個時候，有個方亦城。                                                                                                             驕傲如梁飛凡，就將心底的翻涌完全的漠視。                                                                                                             后來的那個雨夜，他抱起跪暈在顧家門外的她時，他此生從未有過的驚喜雀躍讓他手微微的顫，抱著她在大雨里走了一個小時，要不是容巖y著頭皮提醒他顧煙的身t，那夜他恐怕會一直走到天亮。                                                                                                             梁飛凡沉浸在回憶里，就這樣坐著看著想著，天一點點的亮起來了。                                                                                                             他握著的小手微微一動，顧煙醒了，見他炯炯的盯著她看，不由裹緊了自己，瞇著眼懶洋洋的問，“想什么呀一動不動的？”                                                                                                             梁飛凡盯著她看了好久，終于下定決心，“顧煙，我們談談。”                                                                                                             這七年來，他不是沒有想過和她開誠布公的談談，可是一想到要牽扯出那段令她傷心難堪的往事，他就猶豫了。沒有人b他清楚，她多么多么的……后悔。                                                                                                             而如今，方亦城的出現(xiàn)，她的反應讓他再也無法忽略這些年來橫亙在兩人之間的東西。她痛一次和自己痛一輩子，雖然萬分不愿，他也決定來試一下前者。                                                                                                             “恩？”                                                                                                             顧煙笑嘻嘻的看著他，似乎沒有起身的打算。                                                                                                             他皺眉，等了一會，“我的意思是談談我們之間，過去，現(xiàn)在，未來。我有話想對你說，也有話要聽你說。你起來洗漱下，我在書房等你?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            “可是我還困?！本砭o被子，閉上眼睛。對他說的“過去，現(xiàn)在，未來”興趣缺缺的樣子。                                                                                                             “你睡了很久了，也應該起來吃點東西。我們邊吃邊聊，好不好？”                                                                                                             “不好?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            梁飛凡氣結，平日里也就算了，她再任x他也寵著護著，眼下，難道一點也看不出來他一肚子的火嗎？這樣的漠視，他于她而言，到底算什么！                                                                                                             “我再說一遍，起來。”他的聲音已經冷至零度。                                                                                                             顧煙終于從被子里伸出頭，困惑的打量著這個一直在生氣的男人。怎么會有這么別扭的男人？不高興什么說就好了，板著個臉嚇人，睡著睡著又壓上來攪人清夢，把她折騰的四肢都像拆開重裝了一遍，他神清氣爽了，就要“談談”?，F(xiàn)在又是怎樣，一副要吃人的表情——“我再說一遍，不要”模仿他的語氣y邦邦的丟下一句，縮回被子里去。                                                                                                             她知道他絕不會動手，可是往常那么生氣了，他總是甩門而去，這樣，她就繼續(xù)睡覺。今天，怎么沒有動靜了？                                                                                                             慢慢探出被子，他卻不知何時已經又立在了床前，居高臨下冷冷的望著她，她撇撇嘴，剛想再縮回去補眠。                                                                                                             “需要多久，你才能忘記他”他終于問出口。                                                                                                             她愣住。                                                                                                             “告訴我，要多少個七年，你遇到剛剛的情況撥出的號碼才是我的？”                                                                                                             “我對你怎樣，你清楚。這七年，至少可以換你一句話吧？難不成，要我一輩子耗在身邊？”他把姿態(tài)放的更低，只想著，哪怕同情也好，她愿意和他說說心里的話。                                                                                                             顧煙的太yanx突突的跳，心也好像要跳出嗓子，原來她撥的是他的號碼，怪不得李巖會趕來。那梁飛凡……她忽然覺得，有點難過。                                                                                                             “飛凡，我知道你對我好。”她卷的更緊，弱弱的回答他。                                                                                                             他冷笑，對她好？再好又有什么用？就算把心掏給她，她也至多只是驚恐吧？                                                                                                             “回答我?！?nbsp;                                                                                                            “回答我！”                                                                                                             梁飛凡在她的沉默里窒息。                                                                                                             終于，狂怒。在還有理智控制自己不傷害她之時，大步離開了。                                                                                                             聽著大門開關的聲音，顧煙埋進被子里。                                                                                                             要多久才能忘了他？                                                                                                             那時，相依為命的mama忽然過世，從未見過的爸爸忽然出現(xiàn)。那年夏天，她經歷著人生最忽悲忽喜的時光。那個黑衣的帥氣少年，從父親身后走出，沉默的接過她的行李，修長的手指溫暖而有力，微微一笑，俊朗的面容璀璨如天邊的星。彼時，夏正濃，悶熱的天氣里，蟬在聒噪，灰塵在光束里飛舞，仿佛就這么一瞬，周遭突然安靜，天地無聲。                                                                                                             怎么還是那么清晰，還以為，那么多年前的事情了。還以為，早就忘掉。                                                                                                             其實，怎么忘得掉。