lean your head toward him or her. Keep your face there close. Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,

slowly loosen knot by knot the strings of your robe. Like this.

（中间省略大段原诗）

The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.

When someone doesn't believe that, walk back into my house. Like this.

When lovers moan, they're telling our story. Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live. Stare into this deepening blue, while the breeze says a secret. Like this.

……

当老师不再出声，肖渔和那个学生都像被催眠的人突然惊醒，又呆呆地发愣。

花姐提着打包好的一大袋糖水过来了，打断了肖渔的神游，他该离开了。

骆城骑上车戴上耳机，把手机音量开到最大。那些诗句读出来像羽毛拂过心尖，像海水漫过口鼻，像闪电击中枯木，他觉得自己的中文也不太够用了，像……像什么呢？

他又回想了一遍从看到沙洲村那一刻起的所有细节，像是要在每一像素里找到点什么。

肖渔生出一种错觉：他刚才误入了一个城市的折叠，在那个折叠的褶皱里，他先闪回石榴洲，又听到一个人读了一首高于爱情的爱情诗。

那个鲁大师的呓语是什么魔力？他甚至没记住具体的词句，只感到一种神秘的情感把他包裹，浸润——

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