冷风灌进来

        吹得烛火摇曳

        陈福坐在案前

        手指攥紧茶盏

        指节泛白

        他深吸一口气

        强迫自己冷静下来

        可眼底的怒火却怎么也压不下去

        “好一个林笑笑

        ”他从牙缝里挤出几个字

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