第一百五十三章我不信她会死(3/5)

                                                                                             没错，的确是美。虽然用‘美’来称呼男人很不合适，但这是他当时见到邵宇后，大脑本能想到的词汇。
                                                                                                                                                                邵宇白皙的肌肤就在袅袅雾气里藏匿着，一双黑褐色的眼眸在云雾水气的映衬中异常明亮，如同清辉流泻的星辰，闪烁着常人不曾拥有的智慧光彩。
                                                                                                                                                                而就在他站在门口，专注打量邵宇的时候，邵宇倾倒茶水的动作一慢，抬起头朝他微笑。那一刻，他只感觉这微笑如同西沉的残阳，鲜艳而夺目，充满着残酷地味道。
                                                                                                                                                                之后的事情顺理成章，他求和道歉，放下身段求邵宇松口放人，而邵宇和颜悦色的跟他优雅谈吐，没有一点官二代的架子。
                                                                                                                                                                也算不打不相识，比他大2岁的邵宇用一种相见恨晚，犹如数十年老友重逢的态度跟他畅谈许久。也算因此事，不打不相识，成了交心的朋友。
                                                                                                                                                                认识这些年，就没见过邵宇跟谁脸红过。泰山崩于前，都可做到面不改色的邵宇，却在今晚单单听到莫飞烟跳崖的消息，就已经急躁成这样。
                                                                                                                                                                他还从来没有见过邵宇会有失声惊呼的模样，破天荒第一次，在此时此刻看见了。
                                                                                                                                                                尽管邵宇克制着自己的情绪，可他仍旧能够感觉得到邵宇的慌张。
                                                                                                                                                                邵宇在慌乱什么？
                                                                                                                                                  

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