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                                                                                                         “靳骐呢？”我问。                                                                                                             “你不是知道的么。”                                                                                                             李澈的声音很平静，我很少在李澈的脸上瞧见其他的表情，他像是面部神经失调一样，表情匮乏的可以，经常冷冰冰的，拒人于千里之外的样子，经常会出现的表情都带着一种讥屑的味道，说出来的话也总带着刺。                                                                                                             我是知道，只是我不甘心，为什么所有的人都清楚，只有我一个人在状况外什么都不知道。                                                                                                             “靳骐呢？”                                                                                                             我抓着李澈的衣襟，咆哮马化身一样用力摇着他，如果现在的我是琼瑶nv主的话，我一定会用夸张的表情，然后声嘶力竭地吼着——“我觉得我快要窒息了”。                                                                                                             可是，心里面顿顿地疼着，空洞的可怕，就连呼x1都是疼的。                                                                                                             李澈掰下我攥着他衣襟不放的手。                                                                                                             “够了，凌墨，”李澈的声音冷得一如外头的雨一样，冰凉冰凉的，“他去英国了，大概不会再回来了。”                                                                                                             “这个早在半年前就已经决定好了的，他注定会离开的。”                                                                                                             那么我呢，我算是什么？                                                                                                             我很想这么问，但是却怎么也出不了声来问，就算问了，又有什么意思呢。                                                                                                             他又不是靳骐，就算是给了我答案，也不是我想要的那个。                                                                                                             “李澈，从某个角度上来说，你也算是一个温柔的