像是有人在风雪里点燃香烟

        烟丝蜷曲的噼啪声格外清晰

        连烟草燃烧的焦苦味都顺着听觉漫进鼻腔

        他指尖跟着泛起一阵微麻

        仿佛真的捏着半根燃着的烟

        指腹能摸到烟卷粗糙的纹路

        他盯着病历封面

        忽然想起母亲最近总在深夜对着旧木箱发呆

        手指反复摩挲箱锁

        那时他没在意

        此刻不安却像雪一样

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