策略二：打電話給楚未請求支援。

想了想，楚未周末都會回家，應該不會在公寓裡。

此路不通。

策略三：打電話給同學。

思索了一下後果，很可能在周一的時候被眾人笑死，然後整個事實會被無限誇大扭曲後登到校BBS上，而且會登在幽默版，讓全學校的人笑死。

葉晚歎口氣，第N+1次的發現，真正到了困境的時候，條條大路通羅馬的米字路口就會變成O型，根本沒什麼選擇。

雖然很不想去陸浩哲的公寓，不過，現在看來，好像也沒有替代選擇了，仔細想想，其實也是最優選擇。

因為，既不用擔心打車的問題，畢竟隻有幾站路的距離，可以依靠自己的11路公車，而且也不用擔心在陸浩哲麵前丟臉，反正比這更糗的事情自己乾的也不少。

葉晚低著頭，慢慢的走著，看著昏黃的路燈把影子拉長再變短，再變長，……

突然想起一首很老的歌，輕輕的哼唱起來。

hello darkness my old friend.

i've come to talk with you again.

because a vision softly creeping.

left its seeds while i was sleeping.

and the vision that was planted in my brain.

still remains within the sound of silence !

in restless dreams i walk along

narrow streets of cobble stone

beneath the halo of a street lamp

i turned my collar to the cold damp

when my eyes were stabbled by the flash of a neon light

that split the night

and touched the sound of silence

and in the naked light i saw

ten thousand people, maybe more

people talking without speaking

people hearing without listening.

people writing songs that voices never share

and no one dare

disturb the sound of silence

"fool" said i "you do not know."

"silence like a cancer grows.".

"hear my words that i might teach you."

"take my arms that i might reach you."

but my words like silent rain-drops fell.

and echoed in the wells of silence.

and the people bowed and prayed

to the neon god they made.

and the sign flashed out its warning

in the words that it was forming

and the sign said "the words of the prophets.

are written on the subway walls tenement halls".

and whispered in the sounds of silence.

“嘖嘖，一首歌能唱出七個調來。”

聽到身邊傳來的聲音，葉晚先是怔了怔，過了一會才抬起頭看著不知道從哪裡冒出來的陸浩哲，眨了眨眼睛，腦袋還在震驚當中，沒有像往常那樣及時處理信息開口反駁。

“不過，比以前有很大進步了，以前你自始至終都是一個調。”

陸浩哲的誇獎總是具有特殊的功效，至少當機狀態的葉晚立馬重啟了，“至少我的歌詞沒錯。”

“哦？”陸浩哲佯作回想的樣子，“時態錯了好幾處，而且好幾句都是美式英式發音混亂。”

歪著頭看了一眼陸浩哲，葉晚皺了皺眉頭，他一直在聽嗎？問題是他怎麼會在這裡？

難不成他一直跟在後麵？葉晚很快否定了這個推測，一定是巧合吧。

對，巧合。

批評了一下自己自作多情的想法後，葉晚鄙視的看著陸浩哲，“你的普通話裡還攙著方言呢。”

“說話和唱歌能一個標準麼？”

“都是用嘴，為什麼不一個標準？”

“怪不得你唱歌跟說唱差不多。”

“我是創作型歌手。”

“你確定不是惡搞型？”

“……”

進了公寓後，兩個人還在很沒營養的你一句我一句的吵。

直到……

兩個人一起走進臥室，麵麵相覷的發現屋裡隻有一張床。