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Chapter 1: Whispers of the Script
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In the classroom, sunlight filtered through the half-open blinds, casting dappled shadows across the chalkboard. The teacher was droning on about a nearly forgotten ancient language—the Whispering Script.
"This script existed only in ancient texts and murals a thousand years ago," the teacher's voice was low and slow, intentionally creating an air of mystery. "Today, almost no one can read it."
At that exact moment—
A faint, bizarre whisper suddenly tickled his ear, like a call echoing across time and space. The sound wasn't clear, yet it was automatically translated into meaning within his mind. In that instant, his chest tightened.
Stunned, he turned to look at his desk-mate—Lin Mo.
Lin Mo's expression remained as calm and indifferent as ever, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Did you... hear that?" he whispered.
Lin Mo remained silent for a moment, his eyes flickering as if weighing whether to respond.
"I don't understand it," Lin Mo said softly. "But... I know what it means."
Those words sent a jolt through his heart. You don't understand it, but you know the meaning?
Meanwhile, the teacher continued: "These characters are long lost to time. Who among you could possibly understand them? I'm afraid no one can..."
The class fell into a heavy silence. Only the two of them remained quiet, sharing a secret they both understood.
The bell rang, and the classroom instantly erupted into chatter. As everyone packed their books, Qian Qizhang remained in his seat, his fingers tracing the wood grain of the desk, lost in thought.
Lin Mo didn't leave immediately either. He pushed up his glasses, his gaze fixed on Qian Qizhang, waiting for a word.
"Lin Mo," Qian Qizhang finally spoke, his voice barely audible. "Don't mention what just happened to anyone."
Lin Mo nodded, his expression steady: "Alright, I'll listen to you."
That blunt trust made Qian Qizhang's heart tremble slightly. Lin Mo was a renowned top student but a total blank slate when it came to social cues; he was always direct. That was exactly why he obeyed without hesitation.
However, their whispers didn't go entirely unnoticed.
"Hey, what were you two... talking about just now?"
I couldn't help but cut in, my curiosity overriding everything else. Their expressions had been strange during the lecture, and now they were acting all secretive.
Qian Qizhang startled, then flashed a somewhat helpless smile.
"Alright... it's just me."
Lin Mo tilted his head slightly, not denying it, just watching quietly.
The air grew still for a moment, as if three different worlds were being silently stitched together.
Just as the atmosphere began to solidify, the chalk writing on the blackboard suddenly trembled.
No one had touched it, but that row of ancient "Whispering Script" symbols seemed awakened by some unseen force. They twisted slightly, rearranging themselves.
A second later, the symbols formed a new sentence—
"Can you... hear me?"
The wind in the classroom died down. It was as if the entire space was holding its breath.
Qian Qizhang snapped his head up, his gaze turning razor-sharp.
Lin Mo took a shallow breath; he had expected this, yet his heart still sank.
And as for me, my heart skipped a beat—
It turned out the secret was only just beginning.
[华语版本/ Chinese Version]
第一章· 声谑的低语
课堂上,阳光从半开的百叶窗投射进来,在黑板上留下斑驳的光影.老师正滔滔不绝地讲解一种几乎被遗忘的远古文字——声谑文字.
"这种文字,在千年前只存在于典籍与壁画中,如今几乎无人能读." 老师的声音低沉而缓慢,仿佛刻意营造出某种神秘感.
就在此时——
耳边突然响起一阵微弱而奇异的低语,像是有人隔着时空在呼唤.声音并不清晰,却在他的脑海中自动化为意义.那一瞬间,他的心口骤然一紧.
他愣住了,转头看向身边的同桌——林墨.
林墨的表情一如既往地冷静,甚至带着点漠然.但他微不可察地蹙了蹙眉.
"你...听到了吗?"他低声问.
林墨沉默片刻,目光微微一闪,像是在衡量该不该回应.
"我听不懂."林墨声音轻淡,"可我...知道它的意思."
这句话让他心底一震.听不懂,却知道意思?
而讲台上的老师还在继续:"这些文字如今早已失传,你们谁能看得懂呢?恐怕没人能回答吧..."
全班鸦雀无声.只有他们两人,心照不宣地沉默着.
下课铃声响起,教室瞬间热闹起来.大家纷纷收拾书本,只有千齐张还坐在座位上,手指轻轻摩挲着课桌的木纹,眼神若有所思.
林墨也没有立刻离开.他推了推眼镜,目光却一直落在千齐张身上,像是在等一句话.
"林墨."千齐张终于开口,声音压得极低,"刚刚的事,不要声张."
林墨点了点头,神情依旧平静:"嗯,我听你的."
这份干脆的信任,让千齐张心里微微一颤.林墨虽然是出了名的学霸,但在人情世故上几乎一片空白,总是直来直去.也正因为如此,他才会毫不犹豫地听从千齐张的嘱咐.
可他们的低语,终究没有完全瞒过去.
"喂,你们两个...刚才在说什么啊?"
我忍不住插话,好奇心压过了一切.刚刚在课堂上,他们的表情就透着古怪,现在又神神秘秘的.
千齐张一愣,随即露出一个带点无奈的笑.
"好啦...就是我啦."
林墨微微侧头,没有否认,只是安静地望着.
空气忽然安静了一瞬,仿佛三个世界被悄悄连在了一起.
就在空气逐渐凝固的那一刻,黑板上的粉笔字突然轻轻颤动了一下.
没有人碰过它,但那一行"声谑文字"的古老符号,却仿佛被什么力量唤醒,微微扭曲,重新排列.
一秒后,那些符号拼出了一个新的句子——
「你们,听见了吗?」
教室内风声骤停,仿佛整座空间都屏住了呼吸.
千齐张猛地抬头,眼神瞬间变得锐利.
林墨则轻轻吸了口气,像是早已预料到,却依旧心头一沉.
而我,心脏猛然一跳——
原来,秘密才刚刚开始.
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Chapter 2: Blurred Scripts | 第二章：模糊的文字
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Chapter 2: Blurred Scripts
The after-school bell echoed through the campus. The setting sun cast a warm orange glow against the windows of the academic building. The school gates gradually grew crowded as students began to drift out in small groups.
Qian Qizhang slung his bag over his shoulder, walking alongside Lin Mo on a quiet path away from the crowd. Neither spoke first; the air still seemed heavy with that inexplicable strangeness from the classroom.
"Just now..." Qian Qizhang finally broke the silence, glancing at Lin Mo. "Did you hear it? That voice."
Lin Mo froze for a moment, his gaze flickering. "I heard it." He paused, lowering his voice. "But... I've never studied that language before."
"But you understood what it meant, didn't you?" Qian Qizhang pressed.
Lin Mo knitted his brows, remained silent for a beat, and then nodded.
Their pace slowed as they discussed in hushed tones. That abrupt voice from the classroom had pierced their ears with clarity, like a whisper left behind from ancient times. It was foreign, yet inexplicably comprehensible.
"This can't be a hallucination," Qian Qizhang said with certainty. "At least two of us heard it at the same time."
Confusion swirled in Lin Mo's mind. He whispered, "But it feels so strange. It's as if I know the meaning, but I can't speak it, and I can't write it down."
"Let's look into some records tomorrow," Qian Qizhang suggested after a thought. "Maybe we can find a lead."
Lin Mo pursed his lips and nodded. Though he felt uncertain, he knew this wasn't something they could simply let go.
Nighttime, Lin Mo's room.
His desk was cluttered with textbooks and documents. The only source of light was a desk lamp, casting a lonely circle of brilliance. Lin Mo turned on his computer, repeatedly typing in search terms, trying to find any trace of those mysterious scripts.
However, only a few scant records popped up on the screen: "Lost scripts of the ancient era; currently unverifiable."
Lin Mo stared at the screen, a chill creeping into his heart. He clearly hadn't learned it, yet he understood its meaning. The paradox was that he could neither write it nor pronounce it correctly. His inner anxiety began to spread. To calm his emotions, he instinctively closed his eyes. In that instant, a blurred image flashed violently into his mind—
Under dim lighting, he seemed to be sitting in an unfamiliar classroom. Before him lay yellowed pages, covered in dense, cryptic symbols. A low voice murmured explanations in his ear, and he was listening intently.
Lin Mo snapped his eyes open, his heart pounding. He distinctly remembered never having studied this language, so why was this image so vivid?
A headache struck again. He clutched his forehead, his breathing shallow. Another fragment flashed through his mind—a greyish-white stone wall, and in the dim light and shadows, a boy stood with his back turned, whispering those ancient symbols.
Short hair, a slender silhouette, and an incredibly gentle aura.
Lin Mo's heart jolted. "Xiao Qian...?"
He blurted it out, yet he couldn't believe it. He had never truly met this person. The memory was like a ripple on water, gone in a flash, yet it left him in utter turmoil.
He scrambled for his phone, his fingers nearly trembling as he dialed Qian Qizhang's number. "I... I think I just saw Xiao Qian. He was teaching me those scripts."
There was a pause on the other end. Qian Qizhang's voice was noticeably low. "What did you say?"
Lin Mo repeated with difficulty, "I saw him. He was teaching me those scripts."
The air grew heavy instantly, like an invisible shadow pressing down between the two.
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中文版：
放学的钟声在校园里回荡,夕阳斜照在教学楼的窗户上,泛着温暖的橙光.校门口渐渐热闹起来,学生三三两两地往外走.
千齐张背着书包,和林墨并肩走在人潮之外的小道上.两人谁都没先开口,空气里似乎还残留着课堂上那股说不清的怪异.
"你刚才..."千齐张终于打破沉默,侧头看着林墨,"听见了吗?那声音."
林墨怔了一下,眼神有些闪烁:"听见了."他顿了顿,又压低声音,"可我...从没学过那种语言啊."
"可你明白它的意思,对吧?"千齐张追问.
林墨皱起眉,沉默片刻,点了点头.
他们脚步慢了下来,边走边小声讨论.课堂上那段突兀的声音,清晰地钻进他们耳里,像是远古遗留下来的低语.陌生,却又莫名能理解.
"这不可能是幻觉."千齐张语气笃定,"至少我们两个人同时听见了."
林墨心里一阵混乱,低声说:"可是,那种感觉太奇怪了,好像我只知道意思,却说不出来,也写不出来."
"明天再查查资料."千齐张想了想,"说不定能找到线索."
林墨抿唇点头.尽管心里没底,但他知道,这事不能轻易放过.
夜晚,林墨的房间.
书桌上堆满了课本与资料,唯一的光源是台灯,投下一圈孤零零的亮光.林墨打开电脑,反复敲下搜索词汇,试图找出那段神秘文字的蛛丝描迹.
然而,屏幕上跳出的只有寥寥几条资料:"远古时期的遗失文字,现今无从考证."
林墨盯着屏幕,心中一阵发凉.他明明没有学过,却能理解意思.可矛盾的是,他既写不出,读不准.他内心的焦躁逐渐蔓延.为了平复情绪,他下意识闭上眼.就在这一瞬间,一道模糊的画面猛地闪入脑海——
昏暗的灯光下,他似乎正坐在某个陌生的课堂里,面前摊开着泛黄的书页,上面密密麻麻全是那些诡秘的符号.一个低沉的声音在耳边缓缓讲解,而他当时正专心聆听.
林墨猛地睁开眼,心口怦怦直跳.他明明记得自己从未学过这种语言,可为什么会有这种清晰的画面?
头痛再次袭来,他捂住额头,呼吸急促.脑海里又闪过另一个片段——灰白的石壁,昏暗的光影里,一个少年背对着他,低声念着那些古老的符号.
短发,背影清瘦,气质温柔得不可思议.
林墨心口猛地一震."小千...?"
他脱口而出,却不敢相信.可是,他明明从未真正见过这个人.记忆像水面上的涟漪,一闪而过,却让他整个人都乱了.
他慌忙拿起手机,手指几乎在颤抖,拨通了千齐张的号码."我...我刚刚,好像看见了小千.他在教我那些文字."
电话那头顿了顿,千齐张声音明显低沉:"你说什么?"
林墨艰难地重复:"我看见他了.他在教我那些文字."
空气瞬间沉重下来,像一层无形的阴影,压在两人之间.
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Chapter 3: The Collision of Reality and Dreams / 第三章：现实与梦幻的碰撞
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The darkness of night had dissipated, but the shadows in the heart had not faded. Qian Qizhang lay in bed, his eyelids heavy, yet sleep eluded him. Scenes from his dreams resurfaced repeatedly: mysterious scripts, hazy voices, and that specific name. The more he thought, the more uneasy he felt, as if something were tightening its grip around him.
It wasn't until the morning alarm pierced the silence that he snapped out of his blurred thoughts. Sunlight streamed through the window, making everything seem normal—no changes, no traces. Yet, Qian Qizhang knew that a crack had already been torn into his world.
Walking into the campus with his bag, he tried his best to look as usual. But the unease never left. Especially that name—he couldn't forget it no matter how hard he tried.
"We have a new student joining us today," the teacher said with a smile. The classroom fell silent instantly. In the next moment, that name was called out again— "Xiao Qian, please come up and introduce yourself."
Lin Mo's heart jolted violently. The air seemed to freeze; he could hardly believe his ears. Xiao Qian—the person who had only existed in his dreams—was now standing right there in reality.
Every eye in the classroom turned toward the front. The boy moved at a measured pace, steady enough to make one's heart tighten. As sunlight filtered through the window and fell upon him, Lin Mo held his breath the moment the boy looked up. He was exactly like the figure in the dream.
That delicate face and the faint sense of serenity in his eyes overlapped perfectly with the memories from the night before. Lin Mo's chest tightened; he even wondered if he had yet to wake up. "Hello, everyone. My name is Xiao Qian. I'll be in the same class as you from today on." His voice was soft and clear, yet it felt amplified by some invisible force, echoing repeatedly in Lin Mo's ears.
The teacher nodded and gestured for Xiao Qian to take a seat. "Your seat will be right next to Lin Mo."
Lin Mo's breath hitched. Xiao Qian walked toward him with a rhythmic, irresistible pace. The chair was pulled out quietly, and the boy sat beside him. The air grew tense. From the corner of his eye, Lin Mo couldn't help but look, only to meet Xiao Qian's eyes, which held a faint, enigmatic smile. "Hello," Xiao Qian whispered.
On the other side, Qian Qizhang maintained a calm exterior, but his gaze was as sharp as a blade. He stared at the seemingly ordinary interaction between Lin Mo and Xiao Qian, his back slowly tensing. The phone call from last night, the coincidence of today—everything piecing together brought an unprecedented sense of dread.
The bell rang, and the classroom burst into noise. Lin Mo, however, felt trapped in a thin mist, unable to distinguish reality from the dream. Just then, Xiao Qian leaned over and spoke softly: "Have we... met before?"
Lin Mo's heart shuddered, his breathing stopped. Beside him, Qian Qizhang slammed his book shut and interrupted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense." His eyes were sharp, as if warning, or perhaps concealing something.
The air solidified instantly. Lin Mo gripped his pen, his palms icy cold. The more he tried to distinguish the two, the more blurred the line between dream and reality became. At this moment, Lin Mo felt himself being pushed into an inescapable vortex.
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夜色已散,但心底的阴影却没有随之消退.千齐张躺在床上,眼皮沉重,却始终无法安睡.那一幕幕梦中的画面反复浮现:陌生的文字,朦胧的声音,还有那个名字.越想,越觉得心中不安,像被什么东西紧紧缠绕.
直到清晨,闹钟声刺破寂静,他才从迷离的思绪中回过神来.阳光透过窗户,仿佛一切都和往常一样——没有变化,没有痕迹.可千齐张却知道,自己的世界早已被撕开了一道缝.
背着书包走进校园,他努力让自己看起来和往常一样.可心中那份不安始终没有消失.尤其是那个名字,他怎么都忘不掉.
"今天我们班来了一位新同学."讲台上的老师露出笑容.教室瞬间安静下来.下一刻,那名字再次被唤出——"小千,请上来做一下自我介绍."
林墨心头猛地一震.空气像瞬间凝固,他几乎不敢相信自己的耳朵.小千——那个只存在于他梦境中的人,此刻竟堂堂正正地站在了现实里.
教室的目光齐刷刷落在讲台前.少年步伐不快,却稳得让人心里发紧.阳光透过窗棂落在他身上,他抬起眼的瞬间,林墨猛地屏住呼吸——和梦里的身影,一模一样.
那张清秀的面容,眼神里若有若无的沉静感,都与昨夜记忆深处的画面重叠.林墨心口骤然发紧,甚至怀疑自己是不是还没从梦中醒来."大家好,我叫小千,从今天开始和你们同班."他的声音清清淡淡,却像被某种无形的力放大,在林墨耳边一遍遍回荡.
班主任点点头,示意小千下台."你的座位,就在林墨旁边."
林墨呼吸一滞.小千已经迈步朝他走来,步伐不快不慢,仿佛带着某种无法抗拒的节奏.椅子被轻轻拉开,少年在他身侧坐下.空气瞬间紧绷起来.林墨的眼角余光忍不住扫过去,却正好撞上小千那双似笑非笑的眼睛."你好."小千的声音淡淡的.
而另一边,千齐张依旧维持着表面的冷静,目光却锋利如刀.他盯着林墨与小千之间那看似普通的互动,背脊缓缓紧绷.昨夜的电话,今天的巧合,这一切拼凑在一起,让他感到前所未有的不安.
下课铃骤然响起,教室里瞬间喧闹起来.林墨却像被困在一层薄雾中,分不清此刻是现实,还是仍在梦境.就在这时,小千忽然侧过身,轻声开口:"我们是不是...见过?"
林墨心口猛地一颤,呼吸停滞.一旁的千齐张猛然合上书本,冷冷打断:"别乱说."他的眼神锐利,仿佛在警告,也仿佛在掩饰什么.
空气顷刻间凝固下来.林墨紧紧握住笔,手心一片冰凉.越是想要分辨清楚,梦与现实的界限,反而愈加模糊.这一刻,林墨感觉自己被推向了一场无法逃避的漩涡.
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Chapter 4: Answers Beneath the Light / 第4章〈光下的解答〉
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In the instant that whisper echoed, the air within the library seemed to stagnate. Luo An did not avert his gaze; the hidden golden secret deep within his eyes flickered in the darkness, appearing as if it were confirming a long-lost beacon.
Xiao Qian's eyelashes trembled slightly in his slumber. Deep within the dreamscape, the collapsed coral tower was no longer a static image—endless seawater surged along its spire. He saw the blurred figure of a youth reaching out amidst the waves, possessing eyes identical to his own, harboring an unspeakable sorrow.
"As expected... it is you," Luo An murmured softly. He then quietly receded into the deeper shadows, as if he had never appeared under the moonlight. Only the shimmering necklace pulsated restlessly in the quiet night.
Simultaneously, Qian Qizhang jolted awake from his dream. The pendant on his chest burned slightly, as if responding to a call spanning across time and space. As his fingertips brushed the pendant, the blurred terror from when he was five years old rushed back like a tide—the dim room, the youth who reached out to save him while calling him "Xiao Qian," all became vividly clear in this moment.
Sitting on his dorm bed, his palms were slick with cold sweat. Lin Mo pushed the door open, pausing slightly upon seeing his distressed state: "Dreaming about those things again?"
Qian Qizhang nodded heavily: "Back then... I remember someone saved me, but I couldn't see his face." Lin Mo remained silent for a long time before whispering: "Perhaps, someone doesn't want you to remember."
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在那句低语响起的瞬间,图书馆内的空气仿佛停滞.洛安并未移开目光,他眼底那抹掩藏的金色秘密在黑暗中沉浮,像是在确认某种久违的信标.
小千的睫毛在睡梦中轻颤.梦境深处,那座倒塌的珊瑚塔不再只是静止的画面,无尽的海水正顺着塔尖涌动.他看到那个模糊的少年在浪潮中伸出手,那双与他一模一样的眼睛里,藏着无法言说的哀恸.
"果然,是你."洛安低声呢喃,随后他悄然退入更深的阴影,仿佛从未在月光下出现过一样.唯有那条微光闪烁的项链,在静谧的夜色中不安地跳动.
与此同时,千齐张猛然从梦中惊醒.胸口的坠子微微发烫,像是在回应某种跨越时空的呼唤.他指尖轻触那枚坠子,五岁那年模糊的恐惧再次如潮水般袭来——那间昏暗的屋子,那个伸手救他并喊他"小千"的少年,都在这一刻变得无比清晰.
此刻,他坐在宿舍床上,手心渗出细汗.林墨推门进来,看到他满身冷汗,神情微怔:"又梦到那些事了?"
千齐张沉重地颔首:"那时候...我记得有人救我,可我看不清他的脸."林墨沉默良久,低声说:"也许,有人不希望你想起来."
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Chapter 5: Neighbors in the Night / 第5章〈夜色邻居〉
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The word "vortex" echoed repeatedly in Lin Mo's mind. From the classroom to the school gates, the crowds seemed muted; only Xiao Qian's answer in history class was like a fine thread, pulling at his entire attention.
The setting sun stretched his shadow long. It wasn't until a cold breeze brushed past his fingertips that Lin Mo snapped out of his trance. The streetlights at the corner flickered on, and he saw Xiao Qian's silhouette ahead. He walked slowly, his necklace flickering with a blue shimmer under the lights.
They were actually taking the same path. A few minutes later, Xiao Qian stopped in front of him and glanced at a house number. Lin Mo was stunned—it was the unit right next to his.
"So you live in this building too." Xiao Qian turned slightly. The moment their eyes met, the air was so quiet one could hear the hum of the power lines.
"I just moved in," Xiao Qian said with a smile. But behind that smile, Lin Mo saw a strange detachment, like someone accustomed to constant departures.
Before opening the door, Xiao Qian suddenly paused and turned back to ask: "Do you think history is created by people, or chosen by them?" Lin Mo froze, unsure of how to answer, only managing to whisper, "Maybe... it's both."
Xiao Qian turned and entered the room. A flicker of blue light still shimmered through the gap in the door—a sign of some power quietly awakening in the dark. From a corner outside the window, a pair of eyes as cold as mirrors watched everything in silence.
[Record Number: L-06]
[Target Status: Fluctuating]
In the night, Luo An leaned against the library window, a hidden golden secret flickering in her eyes. She looked at the sleeping Xiao Qian and whispered, "Do you... still remember the 'Tide Covenant'?"
Xiao Qian's eyelashes fluttered. In his dream, he saw an endless sea and a collapsing coral tower. Luo An watched him quietly, her golden pupils glowing slightly in the darkness: "As expected, it's you."
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中文版：
"漩涡"这在那句低语响起的瞬间,图书馆内的空气仿佛停滞.洛安并未移开目光,他眼底那抹掩藏的金色秘密在黑暗中沉浮,像是在确认某种久违的信标.
小千的睫毛在睡梦中轻颤.梦境深处,那座倒塌的珊瑚塔不再只是静止的画面,无尽的海水正顺着塔尖涌动.他看到那个模糊的少年在浪潮中伸出手,那双与他一模一样的眼睛里,藏着无法言说的哀恸.
"果然,是你."洛安低声呢喃,随后他悄然退入更深的阴影,仿佛从未在月光下出现过一样.唯有那条微光闪烁的项链,在静谧的夜色中不安地跳动.
与此同时,千齐张猛然从梦中惊醒.胸口的坠子微微发烫,像是在回应某种跨越时空的呼唤.他指尖轻触那枚坠子,五岁那年模糊的恐惧再次如潮水般袭来——那间昏暗的屋子,那个伸手救他并喊他"小千"的少年,都在这一刻变得无比清晰.
此刻,他坐在宿舍床上,手心渗出细汗.林墨推门进来,看到他满身冷汗,神情微怔:"又梦到那些事了?"
千齐张沉重地颔首:"那时候...我记得有人救我,可我看不清他的脸."林墨沉默良久,低声说:"也许,有人不希望你想起来."79Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpZs1REUL0M
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