第一章(6/9)

                                                                                          张放带来了缝衣服的小细针，道：“我们在上面签名，并按个手印。我先来！”
                                                                                                                                                                说罢，便在左手大拇指刺了一下，等血珠流出来，在纸上按了个血印，在印子下面写上了“张放”两个字。
                                                                                                                                                                剩下人都效仿着他各自签了名，盖了手印。
                                                                                                                                                                然后张放又小心地把纸折好，放在怀里。
                                                                                                                                                                一声铃声把我拉回了现实，电脑桌面底下有图标闪烁。
                                                                                                                                                                原来是来电子邮件了。
                                                                                                                                                                我用鼠标点开图标。是张放的邮件：“时间已经定好了，下个月八号，地点xxxxx”其实在十三岁那年，我们一家就搬离了那个小村，来到了一个陌生的城市，和他们也断了联系，甚至我都忘了那个约定。
                                                                                                                                                                可是在上个月，我不知道张放怎么会找到我的联系方式，并约了我见面，还顺便在见面的最后提了一下那个约定。
                                                                                                                                                                “那个约定正常履行。”他说道。
                                                                                                                                                                这就是我苦恼的原因！
                                                                                                    

本章未完，点击下一页继续阅读