第六十四章(5/5)

                                                                                                                                         翻身上车，我出发了。此时，月清，无云，有风。
                                                                                                                                                                一路向北，风掠过发稍，嗖嗖作响，好像电影里鲜血从咽喉射出的声音。手很凉，可是，我的血已经开始发烫。