像在丈量什么

        窗外

        夜风穿过长安城的街巷

        卷起几片枯叶

        远处传来更夫沙哑的报时声

        拖得很长

        像一声疲惫的叹息

        媚娘把玉佩攥进掌心

        攥得很紧

        紧到那道裂纹硌进肉里

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