第二章华山一瞥(4/22)

                                                                 “师兄，师兄……”                                                                                                                                                                那是一个肥头大耳的家伙，挺可爱的。不是说他长得有多好，而是那神气，他象一个没有被染的白纸一般纯净，好象是有这样的感觉的。                                                                                                                                                                他的眼睛里面是什么东西？我好象有点读懂了，那是种很奇特的激情，那么的直白，不加掩饰。                                                                                                                                                                他站在那个臭道士的背后，轻轻地解开了臭道士的发髻，让那花白的长发披散开来，他轻轻的梳理着，他的脸贴在臭道士那张清臞文雅的脸上，蹭着……                                                                                                                                                                我的天！原来不仅是我！我只是会想，他们……                                                                                                                                                                “师弟……”                                                                                                                                                                那张清臞文雅的脸上的纹路似乎都平息了，他那么的舒展。他闭着眼睛，静静地体味着来自背后的温情，他在等什么？                                                                                                                                                                那胖乎乎的手从肩膀动了起来，他划开了臭道士的衣服，他让臭道士那有点可笑的胸膛露了出来。                                                                                                                                                                那胸膛看上去有点触目惊心，的确，那些足以致命的伤痕使那胸膛看上去有点吓人。每一个伤痕就是一个故事吧？他是怎样的一个人生？                                                                                                                                                                那胖乎乎的手在那胸膛上滑动了起来，触摸着每一个伤痕，轻轻的，柔柔的，皮肤摩擦着，发出“沙沙”的，热辣辣的声音。                                                                                

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