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闷响。                                                                                                             “凌墨，你哭什么，你哭什么！”                                                                                                             他的声音里面带着挫败。                                                                                                             听到他的话，我抚上脸，才发现自己不知道在什么时候已经泪流满面了，连嘴里都尝到了那苦涩的味道。                                                                                                             我到底在哭什么？                                                                                                             我自己也不知道，但是眼泪就止不住地往下掉着。                                                                                                             一辆豪华轿车，一个yu求不满的男人还有一个不知道在哭些什么的nv人，想想还真觉得像是一种讽刺一样。                                                                                                             李澈的呼x1从急促慢慢变到了平缓，然后他伸手开了灯。                                                                                                             从观后镜里面，我能够看到现在的自己有多狼狈，头发凌乱不堪，衣衫不整，嘴唇微肿，最重要的还是红着眼在那边不停滴落泪，这模样怎么看怎么像是一个遭遇了囗囗的悲惨nvx。                                                                                                             李澈慢慢地给我打理着，他的手指慢慢地抚着我的长卷发。                                                                                                             “别哭了，我又没对你有实质上的进展，你什么都没有失去，不是么？”李澈用手指扒拉着我的头发，遇到打结的地方他耐心地用手指理顺，“下一次把头发拉直吧，卷发容易打结，不大好梳理。知道吗？”                                                                                                             他叮咛了一声。                                                                                                             我有些凌乱地点着头，其实我g本就不知道他在说些什么，也不知道自己在应承些什么。                                                                                                             “要不想发生这种事情，下一次直接给我一巴掌算了。”李澈叹了一口气，又道，“知道吗？”                                                                                                             我又点了点头。