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他从后面紧紧的抱住我，小孩子似的撒娇：“姐姐，这样你就不会离开我了是不是？”
                                                                                                                                                                我动了动腿，还是有点酸涩。无奈的叹了口气：“你像个没开过荤的混小子。我这把老骨头被你折腾的够呛。”
                                                                                                                                                                他的声音听起来很愉快，一点不似我的疲惫：“那不一样，跟自己喜欢的人在一起，我觉得倍儿有精神。怎么做都不累似的，整一战斗机。”
                                                                                                                                                                “……你昨天还答应我不说北京方言了。”
                                                                                                                                                                他明显一愣：“我没有啊……”
                                                                                                                                                                我不说话了。
                                                                                                                                                                “姐姐，我错了，我真的不知道哪句是北京话哪句是普通话，我从小就在那长大，觉得我说的哪句都是正宗普通话。”
                                                                                                                                                                他的口气闹的我有点心疼，其实也不是他的错，是我自己心里有个结：“我也不是……”
                                                                                                                                                                “佳佳……”
                                                                                                                                                                他很少叫我的名字。此刻他收紧了放在我腰上的手，把头靠在我的肩膀上“我知道的，你不喜欢，我就不说。你喜欢听哪里的方言，我就说哪里的。”
                                                                                                                                                               

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