第十二章潜性(2/6)

                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                街里三三两两，照旧还有那么几个，端着干饭碗，坐着懒洋洋，说闲话。
                                                                                                                                                                纯净的天空如青花瓷一般，透蓝透蓝。几团白云飘飘悠悠，很是慵懒。房檐跟前的树木撑开浓厚茂密的枝叶，努力遮住耀眼的日头光。就这，一缕缕阳光，顽强地透过树叶间的缝隙，在地上画出一片一片斑驳。红红的光束射过来，那温柔地抚摸你，像年轻的母亲的手。真想摘一朵春天的阳光，制成书签，那么，每一天的阳光都可以夹在书缝里，都有灿烂在打开书本之时，可以有温暖入怀。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                “呆子，走过了——”一声轻呵过来，刘作伐循声找过去，俞夏草隐身在刘老旺家破草房门口。
                                                                                                                                                                “你咋跑这儿了？”
                                                                                                                                                                “家里等你半天……”上去拽过刘作伐裤带，另一只手松开，自己的裤子滑落下去，露出白净净俩腿来。
                                                                                                                                                                “可看着哩。”抓着刘作伐腿窝，圆圆的柱子，开始抬头。俞夏草颊窝频笑，“看你贼眉鼠眼，就不是老实货。”
                                                                                                                                                                刘作伐替换着去了裤子，棍儿在俞夏草手里转

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