多久？《盛开》长着翅膀的大灰狼ˇ多久？ˇ

    李岩回到总部时，夜已经很深。                                                                                                             窗前站着的男人半张脸隐在月光里，沉默良久。就在李岩以为他不会问了转身要走时，他忽然开口了，“她呢？”                                                                                                             “梁飞凡带走了。”难不成还带回来？带回来，他敢见吗？                                                                                                             方亦城眼角微微一跳，不由自主的又去抚m0袋里的手机。                                                                                                             李岩看着他的动作，心里一声叹息，那个旧手机不是他平日里用的那支，可却从来不离身，根据李岩的专业眼光，里面应该只有一个号码。                                                                                                             几个小时前的会议上，坐在李岩身旁的方亦城，口袋里有微弱的单弦音乐响起，于是这个被上级们口耳相传为未来五十年c市警界支柱的人，惊慌失措的打翻了杯子，推倒椅子狂奔而出，哪里还有一点平日里沉稳如山的样子。                                                                                                             那个顾烟的影响力，真的是……可怕。                                                                                                             方亦城手中的电话这时再次响起。李岩愣了愣，快速的退了出去。                                                                                                             方亦城等来的却是一把低沉的男声。                                                                                                             “多谢。”                                                                                                             “应该的。”                                                                                                             两句短短的对话，两个愤怒的男人。                                                                                                             梁飞凡把手机轻轻放回原处，床上的顾烟睡的无知无觉，露在被子外的一段雪白的胳膊上几点青紫。他轻轻的摩挲，她的皮肤好像特别的薄，一场情ai下来，几天都是青紫的，到了夏天不好遮挡，便恨恨的几天不怎么搭理他，他哄着她又是保证又是发誓的，下一次，却仍旧控制不了力道。                                                                                                             其实那年第一次见她时，他就知道，她是他生命里的不可控制。                                                                                                             十七岁的顾烟白衣黑发，明眸皓齿。在二楼的拐角撞上急急上楼的他。                                                                                                             梁飞凡此生绝对不会忘记那个下午，初夏的yan光充盈，少nv因为他的大力蹬蹬的后退好几步，站稳了后，靠着墙微偏着头打量他。那张他一见之下就想咬住再也不松开的红润小唇微微吃惊的张着。                                                                                                             可是那个时候，有个方亦城。                                                                                                             骄傲如梁飞凡，就将心底的翻涌完全的漠视。                                                                                                             后来的那个雨夜，他抱起跪晕在顾家门外的她时，他此生从未有过的惊喜雀跃让他手微微的颤，抱着她在大雨里走了一个小时，要不是容岩y着头皮提醒他顾烟的身t，那夜他恐怕会一直走到天亮。                                                                                                             梁飞凡沉浸在回忆里，就这样坐着看着想着，天一点点的亮起来了。                                                                                                             他握着的小手微微一动，顾烟醒了，见他炯炯的盯着她看，不由裹紧了自己，眯着眼懒洋洋的问，“想什么呀一动不动的？”                                                                                                             梁飞凡盯着她看了好久，终于下定决心，“顾烟，我们谈谈。”                                                                                                             这七年来，他不是没有想过和她开诚布公的谈谈，可是一想到要牵扯出那段令她伤心难堪的往事，他就犹豫了。没有人b他清楚，她多么多么的……后悔。                                                                                                             而如今，方亦城的出现，她的反应让他再也无法忽略这些年来横亘在两人之间的东西。她痛一次和自己痛一辈子，虽然万分不愿，他也决定来试一下前者。                                                                                                             “恩？”                                                                                                             顾烟笑嘻嘻的看着他，似乎没有起身的打算。                                                                                                             他皱眉，等了一会，“我的意思是谈谈我们之间，过去，现在，未来。我有话想对你说，也有话要听你说。你起来洗漱下，我在书房等你。”                                                                                                             “可是我还困。”卷紧被子，闭上眼睛。对他说的“过去，现在，未来”兴趣缺缺的样子。                                                                                                             “你睡了很久了，也应该起来吃点东西。我们边吃边聊，好不好？”                                                                                                             “不好。”                                                                                                             梁飞凡气结，平日里也就算了，她再任x他也宠着护着，眼下，难道一点也看不出来他一肚子的火吗？这样的漠视，他于她而言，到底算什么！                                                                                                             “我再说一遍，起来。”他的声音已经冷至零度。                                                                                                             顾烟终于从被子里伸出头，困惑的打量着这个一直在生气的男人。怎么会有这么别扭的男人？不高兴什么说就好了，板着个脸吓人，睡着睡着又压上来搅人清梦，把她折腾的四肢都像拆开重装了一遍，他神清气爽了，就要“谈谈”。现在又是怎样，一副要吃人的表情——“我再说一遍，不要”模仿他的语气y邦邦的丢下一句，缩回被子里去。                                                                                                             她知道他绝不会动手，可是往常那么生气了，他总是甩门而去，这样，她就继续睡觉。今天，怎么没有动静了？                                                                                                             慢慢探出被子，他却不知何时已经又立在了床前，居高临下冷冷的望着她，她撇撇嘴，刚想再缩回去补眠。                                                                                                             “需要多久，你才能忘记他”他终于问出口。                                                                                                             她愣住。                                                                                                             “告诉我，要多少个七年，你遇到刚刚的情况拨出的号码才是我的？”                                                                                                             “我对你怎样，你清楚。这七年，至少可以换你一句话吧？难不成，要我一辈子耗在身边？”他把姿态放的更低，只想着，哪怕同情也好，她愿意和他说说心里的话。                                                                                                             顾烟的太yanx突突的跳，心也好像要跳出嗓子，原来她拨的是他的号码，怪不得李岩会赶来。那梁飞凡……她忽然觉得，有点难过。                                                                                                             “飞凡，我知道你对我好。”她卷的更紧，弱弱的回答他。                                                                                                             他冷笑，对她好？再好又有什么用？就算把心掏给她，她也至多只是惊恐吧？                                                                                                             “回答我。”                                                                                                             “回答我！”                                                                                                             梁飞凡在她的沉默里窒息。                                                                                                             终于，狂怒。在还有理智控制自己不伤害她之时，大步离开了。                                                                                                             听着大门开关的声音，顾烟埋进被子里。                                                                                                             要多久才能忘了他？                                                                                                             那时，相依为命的妈妈忽然过世，从未见过的爸爸忽然出现。那年夏天，她经历着人生最忽悲忽喜的时光。那个黑衣的帅气少年，从父亲身后走出，沉默的接过她的行李，修长的手指温暖而有力，微微一笑，俊朗的面容璀璨如天边的星。彼时，夏正浓，闷热的天气里，蝉在聒噪，灰尘在光束里飞舞，仿佛就这么一瞬，周遭突然安静，天地无声。                                                                                                             怎么还是那么清晰，还以为，那么多年前的事情了。还以为，早就忘掉。                                                                                                             其实，怎么忘得掉。