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春之初，在树梢悄悄萌芽，跟着吐了新绿的嫩叶降临人间。
                                                                                                                                                                末冬的风、初春的凉，交织于林间，山头最巅的雪还没溶尽，山下却已是春意漫漫，身子壮一些的人老早就脱去厚氅，一身轻便地换起春裳。
                                                                                                                                                                绿榭水石围绕的私园里，串串早绽的紫藤迎风摇曳，蝶儿似的花瓣彷如正穿梭飞舞，享受第一道春风。
                                                                                                                                                                越过紫藤，隔了水幕，便是曲府后堂，地上铺缀着城里最巧手的织女一横一纵织绘出来的软席，赤足踩在其上仍能感觉丝绸的轻软；后堂搁着两人宽的栲栳圈椅，椅间搁着软垫，让人或坐或躺都倍感舒适——是的，非常舒适，看正躺在上头喝人参茶的男人就知道。他半眯着厉眸，减去不少平日的威严，像只打盹的虎，收起利爪，变成了猫似的。
                                                                                                                                                                “要装出这模样，很辛苦吧？”栲栳圈椅里侧卧的男人是曲府当家主子曲无漪，颀长的身躯塞在特别订做的长椅间，还足足多出半截脚丫子，他将手里的参茶递给一旁的管事曲练，对花梨木桌前绘画的男人娓道。
                                                                                                                                                                “爷，并不会。”这好听又坚定的嗓，来自于斐知画。
                                                                                                                                                                “喔？要在她面前做出你不擅长的傻笑，不辛苦？”
                                                                                                                                                                “我只要见到她，就忍不住开怀，心里畅然，脸上自然笑开，不辛苦。”像现在，一提到悬在心窝里的俏姑娘，笑意又飘上唇畔，让那张俊颜更俊几分。
                                                                                                                                                                “别在我面前笑，我看了不爽快。”尤其当他完全熟知斐知画是什么货色，这种笑容看来太陌生、太做作。
                                                                                                                                        

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