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nbsp;                                  澄净明亮的声音回荡在初秋的夜晚。                                                                                                     他还记得那首歌叫完美夏天。                                                                                                     这是最适合在夏日将尽时唱给心上人的歌,十个乐队里有九个都排过这首。                                                                                                     一曲终了,台下欢呼鼓掌的学生中,冲上来一个满脸通红的女生,一声不吭地塞给他一大捧漂亮的鲜花,似乎紧张得说不出话来。                                                                                                     下面的学生们顿时像疯了一样开始起哄,青春的荷尔蒙肆意弥漫,有人替她大喊一声:“贝斯手!谈不谈恋爱!”                                                                                                     紧接着,无论男女都开始跟着一起喊。                                                                                                     在轰然袭来的声浪里,舞台上的贝斯手望着那束近在咫尺的花,似乎想了一会儿,然后很淡定地朝一旁的主唱伸出手。                                                                                                     正在看热闹的主唱灵光一现,将面前的话筒连架子一起递过去。                                                                                                     额前深黑碎发被汗浸湿的贝斯手,就这样随意地抓过倾斜的麦克风,垂下眼睛,语气直接。                                                                                                     “抱歉,我更喜欢单身。”                                                                                                     清澈冷淡的嗓音透过话筒传遍了礼堂每个角落。                                                                                                     学生们却因此更加沸腾,尖叫声差点掀翻房顶,过了很久才渐渐平息下来。                                                                                                     用苏誉的话来说,池雪焰一战成名。                                                                                                     全校都知道了有个长得很帅会弹贝斯的大二男生不想谈恋爱,更喜欢单身。                                                                                                     他的本意是为了避免麻烦,索性一口气全拒绝。                                                                                                     结果在那之后,追他的人更多了。                                                                                                     池雪焰一度很难理解这些人的脑回路。                                                                                                     现在想来,也许就像故事里的他单方面追求陆斯翊一样。                                                                                                     人们总是喜欢追逐缥缈不可及的幻梦。                                                                                                     同样地,他们也喜欢原本说着不会谈恋爱的幻梦,忽然坠入人间的那一刻。                                                                                                     比如舞台被特意复刻的今晚。                                                                                                     外面夜色渐深,酒吧里的气氛却愈发闹腾。                                                                                                     饮料酒精与零食无限量供应,老板王绍京在吧台后乐呵呵地调着酒,听着池雪焰的朋友们聊起过去的八卦和趣事。                                                                                                     这是毕业后同学们难得能聚在一起的机会。                                                                                                     不少人对池雪焰的新婚伴侣很好奇,但又深知他的脾气,没怎么多问,只是简单地聊了几句,反正后天能在婚礼上亲眼看见。                                                                                                     在场的人中,唯一见过贺桥的苏誉是感慨最深的。                                                                                                     他差不多喝大了,挨着池雪焰长吁短叹:“说真的,我那天特别惊讶,就算你有了对象,我以为对方应该是个更、更……”                                                                                                     苏誉纠结了半天也没找到合适的形容词,池雪焰便随口接上:“更疯的?”                                                                                                     “……这你说的,不是我说的啊!”苏誉傻笑着,一副欠揍的语气,“而且你俩签了这么冰冷冷的婚前协议,我有一瞬间还以为你是为了应付阿姨才要假结婚的。”                                                                                                     “但是我想,你不是那种会委屈自己的人。而且你还加了那么一条,我从来没见过有人往协议里写这个的——不准自己单方面提出离婚?”                                                                                                     平日里一本正经的律师成了唠唠叨叨的醉鬼:“所以我猜你们肯定还是相爱的,反正爱有很多种方式嘛,搞不好你们就爱得比较离奇特别……”                                                                                                     池雪焰听到相爱这一句的时候,正从吧台上拿酒的指尖顿了顿。                                                                                                     下一秒,他还是把酒杯放到了胡言乱语的苏誉面前,想着赶紧把人灌醉。                                                                                                     可惜苏誉哪怕喝得舌头都大了,也没忘记今晚必须要完成的正事,时不时就催促一声:“快、快上台!节目!”                                                                                                     临近午夜时,被酒精浸透的气氛渐渐达到顶点,人人都在起哄。                                                                                                     池雪焰与早有预谋的乐队成员对视一眼,只能无奈地走向那个落满灯光的舞台。                                                                                                     希望他还没把指法忘干净。                                                                                                     悠扬动人的旋律很快蔓延在整个空间。                                                                                                     酒吧外,黑色轿车停在光线昏黄的路灯下,后座里走出来一个穿着白衬衫的男人。                                                                                                     他走到挂着暂停营业牌子的店门处,听见里面流泻出隐隐的音乐声。                                                                                                     贺桥的脚步停顿了一下,才伸手轻轻推开门。                                                                                                     池雪焰说过今晚不需要他来接,会叫车回家。                                                                                                     但此刻已是午夜。                                                                                                     出于义务,他理应关心一下与朋友们喝酒狂欢至深夜的伴侣。                                                                                                     或许,也因为一丝幽微的好奇心。                                                                                                     除了苏誉,他并未接触过池雪焰其他的朋友圈子。                                                                                                     贺桥走进酒吧,耳畔霎时响起更清晰的音乐声。                                                                                                     他走过玄关,适应着骤然变暗的灯光,目光从周围安静聆听的人群中掠过,寻找着日渐熟悉的身影。                                                                                                     酒吧里有乐队正在舞台上表演,是乐声干净纯粹的不插电演出,衬得歌声充满了澄澈的力量感。                                                                                                     陌生的男声唱着一首送给爱人的歌,在记忆里无法忘怀的炽热盛夏。                                                                                                     此时正是台风散尽的夏夜。                                                                                                     他唱到了尾声,旋律一并淡去,当键盘手按下最后一个琴键,原本分外安静的观众中猛然爆发出剧烈的掌声和欢呼声。                                                                                                     仿佛他们已经为这一刻等待了很久。                                                                                                     贺桥听见有人大喊一声:“贝斯手!谈不谈恋爱!!”                                                                                                     这一声像是点燃了璀璨烟火,所有人都跟着喊起来,往舞台上抛不知从哪来的花,酒吧里的气氛几近沸腾。                                                                                                     贺桥随着他们的视线一道望过去。                                                                                                     然后他脚步怔忡地停在了原地。                                                                                                     他看见了刚才没能在人群中找到的那个人。                                                                                                     舞台上,气质张扬的红发青年背着一把贝斯,眼神颇为无奈地望着下方铺天盖地朝他飞来的花。                                                                                                     后面的背景墙上贴着大幅海报,那上面的他还是黑发,眉眼精致而青涩,含着一缕似有若无的笑,好像离人群更近了。                                                                                                     这是贺桥从未见过的池雪焰。                                                                                                     无论是海报里还是舞台上。                                                                                                     观众们兴奋地高喊着贝斯手谈不谈恋爱,声浪如潮涌动,似乎得不到答案就不肯罢休。                                                                                                     于是红发青年放弃了抵抗,松开停留在琴弦处的手指,像学生时代那样,俯身握住主唱递来的麦克风架子,垂下眼眸,却遮不住白皙面孔上闪烁的笑意。                                                                                                     在热烈至极的尖叫声里,贝斯手懒洋洋的声音越过遥远距离,清晰无比地落进爱人的耳中。                                                                                                     “抱歉,我已经结婚了。”

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