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                                    “……不对，过几年，他身边就有了媳妇儿，没有位置填我，三十岁的斐知画旁边是另一个二十七岁的姑娘——”四十岁、五十岁、六十岁……一块变老的人，都不是她。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                这个认知，让月下心里有些不畅快，握笔的手紧了紧。
                                                                                                                                                                “还有什么好画的，以后让他跟他的媳妇儿一块画好了！”她愤嗔地丢开毫笔，强迫自己离开画桌，将身子摔向一旁的软榻，脸蛋埋在枕间。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                反正以后画的另一边，不会是她……
                                                                                                                                                                为什么她会这么讨厌这个念头？讨厌到光去揣想，就泛起头疼……“如果我叫他不许娶，他应该会听我的话吧？”她五指揪着枕巾，傻傻看着指节自言自语，“他一定会。了不起在他面前流几滴泪，他就心软了……他说过喜欢我的，还作不作数？”
                                                                                                                                                                可是她总是跟他说讨厌他，再有耐心的人也会被磨光磨透吧……“斐知画，不准你娶别人。”她伸直指，用力戳着枕面，将它当成斐知画的胸口，恶霸又任性地命令。“为什么——他一定会这样问。我就回他——因为……因为我不喜欢你娶，你就不许娶！因为……那画里另一半的位置，是我的。”
                                                                                                                                                                她抿抿嘴，觉得自己的行径很愚蠢。自己跟自己在对什么话呀？！像个傻子似的……“干脆将那幅画给撕了算了，这样我就不会胡思乱想吧。

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