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                        顾烟急了，心脏病？                                                                                                             “你别动！我去打电话！”她起身要走，却被他一把拉回。                                                                                                             “不用。”他拉着她的手，贴在自己x口，sisi按住，力气大的好像要把这只手嵌进自己的心脏，“医生在我面前，可她不愿意救我。”                                                                                                             “梁飞凡！”顾烟ch0u开手，生气的猛然站起，“你要吓si我啊！到底有没有哪里伤到？”                                                                                                             “有，”他的脸上净是疲惫。“心伤到了。”                                                                                                             “顾烟，你是不是从来没想过，我梁飞凡也是有心的？”他低低的说。                                                                                                             刚刚炒着饭，脑海里全是她甜甜蜜蜜给方亦城煮粥的景象，顾烟，我就……那么贱吗？                                                                                                             他还是忍不住了。                                                                                                             凌晨的时候，他赶回来，她不在家。                                                                                                             他坐在楼下车里等到天亮，电话又响，容二字斟句酌的告诉他：“她……顾烟，刚刚从他家出来——他们一起。”                                                                                                             他无语，心如刀绞。                                                                                                             “顾烟，你和你的初恋情人在他家待了一个晚上。这之间，难道没有想到应该给我一个电话解释一下吗？”他站起来，直视她的眼睛。                                                                                                             顾烟愣住，半晌才反应过来，原来，他今天这么不对劲，是因为这个。                                                                                                             “