握着断刃的手

        指节捏得发白

        他抬起鲜血淋漓的左臂

        任由血液顺着小臂流淌

        滴落

        然后

        他转动僵硬的脖颈

        用那双因为剧痛而布满血丝、却又异常明亮的眼睛

        死死看向林笑笑

        他的声音嘶哑得几乎破碎

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