他摇摇晃晃地沿着空地边缘慢

        走

        每一次呼吸都带着肺叶摩擦般的痛楚

        半圈走完

        他捡起一根林笑笑削好的、手腕粗细的木棍

        双手握持

        站到空地中央

        林笑笑已经将断魂拔起

        单手握刀

        随意垂在身侧

        她看着苏遗

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