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月下在柜子最下层摸出厚厚三大叠的泛黄画纸，里头的画技生涩幼稚，画着像猫的虎、像鸡的鸟、像废纸团的牡丹花、像筷子的湘竹，那是她自小学习的画作，她盘腿坐地，花了好几个时辰在大叠的纸间寻到那张当年斐知画绘的他与她。
                                                                                                                                                                “还以为弄丢了哩。”她捧着画，坐回画桌，仔细将这幅画再瞧清楚。“好稚拙的两个人噢，他那年十岁了没？小毛头一颗。”她的手指滑过画里的他，他那时都不笑，绷着脸，活似大家都欠了他二五八万的，现在则不一样……不，从她的画像添在他身边开始，他就对她很好很好，好到对她百般放纵，说起话来总是轻轻软软，多说一句重话也不曾，不再不理她，也不再对她视若无睹。
                                                                                                                                                                结果反而是成天被爷爷数落着没用、差劲、配不上他的她开始远离他，并且将所有不快转嫁在他身上。
                                                                                                                                                                “我们都长大了，这幅画也该长大才是。”呵。
                                                                                                                                                                方才执笔发愣许久的她，知道自己要画什么了。
                                                                                                                                                                一个现在的斐知画和一个现在的月下。
                                                                                                                                                                “以后再画三十岁的斐知画和二十七岁半的月下；再过十年，画四十岁的斐知画和三十七岁半的月下：再十年，五十岁的斐知画，胡子都斑白了吧？笑起来眼角也有纹路了，四十七岁半的月下……还是年轻美丽，最多只有一两根白头发；然后六十岁的斐知画……”
                                                                                                                                                                从年少画到年老，每跨过一个年岁，就让画里的人跟着他们一块长大，这感觉也挺不差的。
                                                                                                                                                                不过她只开心了片刻，又突地收起笑。
                                                                                                                            

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