安云灏早晨被一阵电话铃声吵醒,迷迷糊糊中只见单翎拿着手机走出了房间,低声接通了电话。安云灏坐起来,拍拍脸,然自己清醒一些,“什么电话,还要出去接?”
没一会单翎握住手机走回了房间,看到安云灏已经坐了起来问道:“醒啦?头疼么?昨天喝了不少呢。。”
“不疼,刚刚谁的电话啊?”安云灏问道。
“一大早的推销电话,把你吵醒了吧。。这些人真是的!”单翎把手机放到床头柜上说道,“云灏,我从来不知道有人喝醉了是这种学霸式的耍酒疯!”
安云灏微笑着看着单翎,“我昨天做什么了?”
“你用英文写了《哈姆雷特》,演算了数学各种公式,还给我念诗。。。。”单翎把一边的保温杯递给安云灏,“我泡了茶,喝点吧。。你知道你用英文给我念了一什么诗么?”
“I1oveyou
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Butforap>youaremakingofme
I1oveyou
Forthepartofme
Thatyoubringout,
I1oveyou
Forputtingyourhand
Intomyheaped-upheart
andpassingover
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dim1yseeingthere,
andfordraingout
Intothe1ight
a11thebeautifu1be1ongings
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Quitefarenoughtofind
I1oveyoubecauseyou
arehe1pingmetomake
ofthe1umberofmy1ife
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Butatemp1e
outoftheorks
ofmyeveryday
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morethananycreed
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