intimidated...his voice trembled...and with trembing...it had found the accent of China again.He knew she’d begun writing books.He had also heard about the younger brother’s death.He had been sad for her...and then he’d told her...he had told her that it was as before...that he still loved her...that he would never stop loving her...that he would love her until his death...
战后多少个岁月过去了，从前的那个白人姑娘几经结婚、生育、离婚、写书。一天，那位昔日的中国情人带着妻子来到巴黎。他给她挂了个电话。是我。一听到这声音，她便立刻认出他来。他说：我只想听听你的声音。她说：是我，你好。他有点胆怯，他和从前一样感到害怕。他的声音突然颤动起来。而这一颤动，使她突然发现他那中国的口音。他说他知道她已经写过好多书，他是从她妈妈那里听来的，他曾经在西贡看见过她的妈妈。然后他对她说出心里话，他说他和从前一样，仍然爱着她，说他永远无法扯断对她的爱，他将至死爱着她。
祝秋音的相关话题开始在网上传开，怀着身孕的她与新婚先生乘坐的直升机与总台失联，坐标在沙漠消失，目前生死不知，网上一片祈祷声。生命就是这么无常，林汐被辣椒油呛的一个劲咳嗽，没醒好的赤霞珠口感稍带酸涩，今日她同死神擦肩而过。
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