深浅望向窗外，车子正在路口等着上高速。豆大的雨点打在窗户上，在车内却听不见任何声音，只见粗细不一的水迹一条一条地流下去。车里，响着电台的音乐。
她静下心来细细一听，似乎是《always getting over you》
Do do do do do
Do do do do
Do do do do do...
Was I not enough stimulation
Hit by a brake the other day
Just when I thought that I'm okay
You didn't like my conversation
I can't come up with something new
It doesn't really matter what I do
So here's my observation
You could never see it through my eyes
And I'm too tired to try
So don't call and say your coming back for me
Don't mean nothing
I'm always getting over you
And don't lie and say your over me
Don't mean nothing
I'm always getting over you
深浅对这歌的调子不陌生，但是她这人有个听歌数遍却从来不看词的习惯，加上她对英语并不精通，确切歌词里唱的什么她也听不全，只依稀听见重复那句“I’m always getting over you”。
尤然有点懒散地靠将头在椅背上，半瞌着眼，嘴角上翘，全然一副沉溺的神色。他的右手放在膝盖上，指尖随着音乐的节奏一起一落。他的手指很长。细细一看发现它们真的长得极漂亮，指甲剪的很短，贴着皮肤被修的圆圆润润，透着种健康的粉红色。
她忽地就想起那天早上他在楼梯间捉住自己的情景。
可是......
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