第二卷 第二十四章
洛羽希：亲爱滴，你看，天上有一行白鹭在飞耶，好漂亮呀！
冷俊熙：别嚷那么大声，你这个色盲，那是大雁！
洛羽希：内牛满面~~~~o(︶︿︶)o
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那晚，洛羽希失落的在马路上站着，车子在她身边穿梭，无数的人停下来骂洛羽希的不要命，这时，一辆车子飞快地“飞跃”过来，眼看马上就要撞到了，可是洛羽希却一直站在原地，似乎没有听见身前刺耳的喇叭声，只知道车子近了。。。。。。
五米。。。。。。
四米。。。。。。
一米。。。。。。
洛羽希倒在了地上，全身却感觉不到一丝的疼痛，或许是马上要死了把。渐渐，洛羽希清醒了点，发现自己被人紧紧抱着，这个拥抱很温暖，暖得让洛羽希沉醉了，可是却不是熙的怀抱，也是在这时才发现是南风瑾救了他，而且，他居然受伤了。
“羽希，你没事吧。”南风瑾焦急地对洛羽希说道。为什么，为什么他要这样，抛弃了自己又对自己这么在意，洛羽希在心里问这自己，“我。。。。我没事，我先送你去医院。”说着打了120。
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“既然已经到医院了，那我就走了，你好好休息把。”说着，洛羽希正要走出去，忽被南风瑾拉住了手，洛羽希挣脱这他的手，耳边响起南风瑾的声音“陪陪我好吗？只要给我一点点时间。”
洛羽希回答道：“你没有必要为了我。。。。。。”洛羽希回过头对南风瑾说道。
南风瑾拉住洛羽希的手，十分忏悔：“羽希，我知道，你还是不肯原谅我，对不起，都是我的错，我以为我不会爱你，但是直到你离开了我，我才知道我有多爱你，你不要再离开我了，我求你，不要。。。。。。”
“这再也不会回去了，我永远也会记得那天在咖啡厅的事。”洛羽希忍住泪水说道。
“相信我，如果有半点虚假，就让我天打雷劈，不。。。。。”还没说完，洛羽希吻住了南风瑾，笨拙地吻着南风瑾那性感的唇，正要离开时，南风瑾按住了洛羽希，深情地吻着，慢慢打开了洛羽希洁白的牙齿，挑逗着洛羽希的小舌，手开始在洛羽希的身上不安分地摸着，洛羽希：“南。。。。南风瑾。。。。为，快起来啊。。。。。”这时南风瑾才清醒过来，松开了脸红害羞的洛羽希，说：“对不起，我不是故意的，我。。。。。”
“我。。。我答应你。”洛羽希又害羞地说道。
“嗯？什么？”南风瑾疑惑地对洛羽希说道。
“做你的。。。女朋友，难道你不想吗？”洛羽希。
“真的吗？我想，我当然想了。”南风瑾欣喜若狂地紧紧抱住洛羽希说道。
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《汤姆。索亚历险记》欣赏
【小说原文】
Adventures of Tom Sawyer
By Mark Twain
CHAPTER II
SATURDAY morning was come， and all the summer world was bright and fresh， and brimming with life。 There was a song in every heart； and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips。 There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step。 The locust-trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air。 Cardiff Hill， beyond the village and above it， was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land， dreamy， reposeful， and inviting。
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush。 He surveyed the fence， and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy 1 settled down upon his spirit。 Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high。 Life to him seemed hollow， and existence but a burden。 Sighing， he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank； repeated the operation； did it again； compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence， and sat down on a tree-box discouraged。 Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail， and singing Buffalo Gals2 。 Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes， before， but now it did not strike him so。 He remembered that there was company at the pump。 White， mulatto3， and negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns， resting， trading playthings， quarrelling， fighting， skylarking。 And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off， Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour -- and even then somebody generally had to go after him。 Tom said：
”Say， Jim， I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some。”
Jim shook his head and said：
”Can't， Mars Tom。 Ole missis， she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody。 She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash， an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business -- she 'lowed SHE'D 'tend to de whitewashin'。” 4
”Oh， never you mind what she said， Jim。 That's the way she always talks。 Gimme5 the bucket
-- I won't be gone only a a minute。 SHE won't ever know。”
”Oh， I dasn't， Mars Tom。 Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me。 'Deed she would。” 6
”SHE！ She never licks anybody -- whacks 'em over the head with her thimble -- and who cares for that， I'd like to know。 She talks awful， but talk don't hurt -- anyways it don't if she don't cry。 Jim， I'll give you a marvel。 I'll give you a white alley！”
Jim began to waver。
”White alley， Jim！ And it's a bully taw。”
”My！ Dat's a mighty gay marvel， I tell you！ But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis --” 7
”And besides， if you will I'll show you my sore toe。”
Jim was only human -- this attraction was too much for him。 He put down his pail， took the white alley， and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound。 In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear， Tom was whitewashing with vigor， and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye。
But Tom's energy did not last。 He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day， and his sorrows multiplied。 Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions， and they would make a world of fun8 of him for having to work -- the very thought of it burnt him like fire。 He got out his worldly wealth and examined it -- bits of toys， marbles， and trash； enough to buy an exchange of WORK， maybe， but not half enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom。 So he returned his straitened means to his pocket， and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys。 At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him！ Nothing less than a great， magnificent inspiration。
He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work。 Ben Rogers hove in sight presently -- the very boy， of all boys， whose ridicule he had been dreading。 Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump9
-- proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high。 He was eating an apple， and giving a long， melodious whoop， at intervals， followed by a deep-toned ding-dong-dong， ding-dong-dong， for he was personating a steamboat。 As he drew near， he slackened speed， took the middle of the street， leaned far over to star-board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance -- for he was personating the Big Missouri， and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water。 He was boat and captain and engine-bells combined， so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them：
”Stop her， sir！ Ting-a-ling-ling！” The headway ran almost out， and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk。
”Ship up to back！ Ting-a-ling-ling！” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides。
”Set her back on the stabboard！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Chow！ ch-chow-wow！ Chow！” His right hand， meantime， describing stately circles -- for it was representing a forty-foot wheel。
”Let her go back on the labboard！ Ting-a-ling- ling！ Chow-ch-chow-chow！” The left hand began to describe circles。
”Stop the stabboard！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Stop the labboard！ Come ahead on the stabboard！ Stop her！ Let your outside turn over slow！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Chow-ow-ow！ Get out that head-line！ LIVELY now！ Come -- out with your spring-line -- what're you about there！ Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it！ Stand by that stage， now -- let her go！ Done with the engines， sir！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ SH'T！ S'H'T！ SH'T！” (trying the gauge-cocks)。
Tom went on whitewashing -- paid no attention to the steamboat。 Ben stared a moment and then said： ”Hi-YI！ YOU'RE up a stump， ain't10 you！”No answer。 Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist， then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result， as before。 Ben ranged up alongside of him。 Tom's mouth watered for the apple， but he stuck to his work。 Ben said：
”Hello， old chap， you got to work， hey？”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said：
”Why， it's you， Ben！ I warn't noticing。”
”Say -- I'm going in a-swimming， I am。 Don't you wish you could？ But of course you'd druther11。 WORK -- wouldn't you？ Course you would！”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit， and said：
”What do you call work？”
”Why， ain't THAT work？”
Tom resumed his whitewashing， and answered carelessly：
”Well， maybe it is， and maybe it ain't。 All I know， is， it suits Tom Sawyer。”
”Oh come， now， you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it？”
The brush continued to move。
”Like it？ Well， I don't see why I oughtn't to like it。 Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day？”
That put the thing in a new light12 。 Ben stopped nibbling his apple。 Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there -- criticised the effect again -- Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested， more and more absorbed。 Presently he said：
”Say， Tom， let ME whitewash a little。”
Tom considered， was about to consent； but he altered his mind：
”No -- no -- I reckon it wouldn't hardly do， Ben。 You see， Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence -- right here on the street， you know -- but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't。 Yes， she's awful particular about this fence； it's got to be done very careful； I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand， maybe two thousand， that can do it the way it's got to be done。”
”No -- is that so？ Oh come， now – lemme13 just try。 Only just a little -- I'd let YOU， if you was me， Tom。”
”Ben， I'd like to， honest injun14； but Aunt Polly -- well， Jim wanted to do it， but she wouldn't let him； Sid wanted to do it， and she wouldn't let Sid。 Now don't you see how I'm fixed？ If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it --”
”Oh， shucks， I'll be just as careful。 Now lemme try。 Say -- I'll give you the core of my apple。”
”Well， here -- No， Ben， now don't。 I'm afeard --”
”I'll give you ALL of it！”
。
我是沫雨汐儿，第一次写文文，希望大家能够喜欢哦！！！留言者流百世，投票者存千年，收藏者得永远！！！！！╰(￣▽￣)╮
冷俊熙：别嚷那么大声，你这个色盲，那是大雁！
洛羽希：内牛满面~~~~o(︶︿︶)o
============================================正文===========================================
那晚，洛羽希失落的在马路上站着，车子在她身边穿梭，无数的人停下来骂洛羽希的不要命，这时，一辆车子飞快地“飞跃”过来，眼看马上就要撞到了，可是洛羽希却一直站在原地，似乎没有听见身前刺耳的喇叭声，只知道车子近了。。。。。。
五米。。。。。。
四米。。。。。。
一米。。。。。。
洛羽希倒在了地上，全身却感觉不到一丝的疼痛，或许是马上要死了把。渐渐，洛羽希清醒了点，发现自己被人紧紧抱着，这个拥抱很温暖，暖得让洛羽希沉醉了，可是却不是熙的怀抱，也是在这时才发现是南风瑾救了他，而且，他居然受伤了。
“羽希，你没事吧。”南风瑾焦急地对洛羽希说道。为什么，为什么他要这样，抛弃了自己又对自己这么在意，洛羽希在心里问这自己，“我。。。。我没事，我先送你去医院。”说着打了120。
******************************************医院里*********************************************
“既然已经到医院了，那我就走了，你好好休息把。”说着，洛羽希正要走出去，忽被南风瑾拉住了手，洛羽希挣脱这他的手，耳边响起南风瑾的声音“陪陪我好吗？只要给我一点点时间。”
洛羽希回答道：“你没有必要为了我。。。。。。”洛羽希回过头对南风瑾说道。
南风瑾拉住洛羽希的手，十分忏悔：“羽希，我知道，你还是不肯原谅我，对不起，都是我的错，我以为我不会爱你，但是直到你离开了我，我才知道我有多爱你，你不要再离开我了，我求你，不要。。。。。。”
“这再也不会回去了，我永远也会记得那天在咖啡厅的事。”洛羽希忍住泪水说道。
“相信我，如果有半点虚假，就让我天打雷劈，不。。。。。”还没说完，洛羽希吻住了南风瑾，笨拙地吻着南风瑾那性感的唇，正要离开时，南风瑾按住了洛羽希，深情地吻着，慢慢打开了洛羽希洁白的牙齿，挑逗着洛羽希的小舌，手开始在洛羽希的身上不安分地摸着，洛羽希：“南。。。。南风瑾。。。。为，快起来啊。。。。。”这时南风瑾才清醒过来，松开了脸红害羞的洛羽希，说：“对不起，我不是故意的，我。。。。。”
“我。。。我答应你。”洛羽希又害羞地说道。
“嗯？什么？”南风瑾疑惑地对洛羽希说道。
“做你的。。。女朋友，难道你不想吗？”洛羽希。
“真的吗？我想，我当然想了。”南风瑾欣喜若狂地紧紧抱住洛羽希说道。
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求金牌，求收藏，求点击，求推荐，求评论，求红包，求礼物，各种求，有什么要什么，都砸过来吧！ 各位美女帅哥，如果对我的文文有意见或者是汐儿的粉丝，就加我的号：1749954182，汐儿的读者群：256890215！！！！！！！记得回答汐儿提的问题。。
《汤姆。索亚历险记》欣赏
【小说原文】
Adventures of Tom Sawyer
By Mark Twain
CHAPTER II
SATURDAY morning was come， and all the summer world was bright and fresh， and brimming with life。 There was a song in every heart； and if the heart was young the music issued at the lips。 There was cheer in every face and a spring in every step。 The locust-trees were in bloom and the fragrance of the blossoms filled the air。 Cardiff Hill， beyond the village and above it， was green with vegetation and it lay just far enough away to seem a Delectable Land， dreamy， reposeful， and inviting。
Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush。 He surveyed the fence， and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy 1 settled down upon his spirit。 Thirty yards of board fence nine feet high。 Life to him seemed hollow， and existence but a burden。 Sighing， he dipped his brush and passed it along the topmost plank； repeated the operation； did it again； compared the insignificant whitewashed streak with the far-reaching continent of unwhitewashed fence， and sat down on a tree-box discouraged。 Jim came skipping out at the gate with a tin pail， and singing Buffalo Gals2 。 Bringing water from the town pump had always been hateful work in Tom's eyes， before， but now it did not strike him so。 He remembered that there was company at the pump。 White， mulatto3， and negro boys and girls were always there waiting their turns， resting， trading playthings， quarrelling， fighting， skylarking。 And he remembered that although the pump was only a hundred and fifty yards off， Jim never got back with a bucket of water under an hour -- and even then somebody generally had to go after him。 Tom said：
”Say， Jim， I'll fetch the water if you'll whitewash some。”
Jim shook his head and said：
”Can't， Mars Tom。 Ole missis， she tole me I got to go an' git dis water an' not stop foolin' roun' wid anybody。 She say she spec' Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash， an' so she tole me go 'long an' 'tend to my own business -- she 'lowed SHE'D 'tend to de whitewashin'。” 4
”Oh， never you mind what she said， Jim。 That's the way she always talks。 Gimme5 the bucket
-- I won't be gone only a a minute。 SHE won't ever know。”
”Oh， I dasn't， Mars Tom。 Ole missis she'd take an' tar de head off'n me。 'Deed she would。” 6
”SHE！ She never licks anybody -- whacks 'em over the head with her thimble -- and who cares for that， I'd like to know。 She talks awful， but talk don't hurt -- anyways it don't if she don't cry。 Jim， I'll give you a marvel。 I'll give you a white alley！”
Jim began to waver。
”White alley， Jim！ And it's a bully taw。”
”My！ Dat's a mighty gay marvel， I tell you！ But Mars Tom I's powerful 'fraid ole missis --” 7
”And besides， if you will I'll show you my sore toe。”
Jim was only human -- this attraction was too much for him。 He put down his pail， took the white alley， and bent over the toe with absorbing interest while the bandage was being unwound。 In another moment he was flying down the street with his pail and a tingling rear， Tom was whitewashing with vigor， and Aunt Polly was retiring from the field with a slipper in her hand and triumph in her eye。
But Tom's energy did not last。 He began to think of the fun he had planned for this day， and his sorrows multiplied。 Soon the free boys would come tripping along on all sorts of delicious expeditions， and they would make a world of fun8 of him for having to work -- the very thought of it burnt him like fire。 He got out his worldly wealth and examined it -- bits of toys， marbles， and trash； enough to buy an exchange of WORK， maybe， but not half enough to buy so much as half an hour of pure freedom。 So he returned his straitened means to his pocket， and gave up the idea of trying to buy the boys。 At this dark and hopeless moment an inspiration burst upon him！ Nothing less than a great， magnificent inspiration。
He took up his brush and went tranquilly to work。 Ben Rogers hove in sight presently -- the very boy， of all boys， whose ridicule he had been dreading。 Ben's gait was the hop-skip-and-jump9
-- proof enough that his heart was light and his anticipations high。 He was eating an apple， and giving a long， melodious whoop， at intervals， followed by a deep-toned ding-dong-dong， ding-dong-dong， for he was personating a steamboat。 As he drew near， he slackened speed， took the middle of the street， leaned far over to star-board and rounded to ponderously and with laborious pomp and circumstance -- for he was personating the Big Missouri， and considered himself to be drawing nine feet of water。 He was boat and captain and engine-bells combined， so he had to imagine himself standing on his own hurricane-deck giving the orders and executing them：
”Stop her， sir！ Ting-a-ling-ling！” The headway ran almost out， and he drew up slowly toward the sidewalk。
”Ship up to back！ Ting-a-ling-ling！” His arms straightened and stiffened down his sides。
”Set her back on the stabboard！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Chow！ ch-chow-wow！ Chow！” His right hand， meantime， describing stately circles -- for it was representing a forty-foot wheel。
”Let her go back on the labboard！ Ting-a-ling- ling！ Chow-ch-chow-chow！” The left hand began to describe circles。
”Stop the stabboard！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Stop the labboard！ Come ahead on the stabboard！ Stop her！ Let your outside turn over slow！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ Chow-ow-ow！ Get out that head-line！ LIVELY now！ Come -- out with your spring-line -- what're you about there！ Take a turn round that stump with the bight of it！ Stand by that stage， now -- let her go！ Done with the engines， sir！ Ting-a-ling-ling！ SH'T！ S'H'T！ SH'T！” (trying the gauge-cocks)。
Tom went on whitewashing -- paid no attention to the steamboat。 Ben stared a moment and then said： ”Hi-YI！ YOU'RE up a stump， ain't10 you！”No answer。 Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist， then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result， as before。 Ben ranged up alongside of him。 Tom's mouth watered for the apple， but he stuck to his work。 Ben said：
”Hello， old chap， you got to work， hey？”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said：
”Why， it's you， Ben！ I warn't noticing。”
”Say -- I'm going in a-swimming， I am。 Don't you wish you could？ But of course you'd druther11。 WORK -- wouldn't you？ Course you would！”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit， and said：
”What do you call work？”
”Why， ain't THAT work？”
Tom resumed his whitewashing， and answered carelessly：
”Well， maybe it is， and maybe it ain't。 All I know， is， it suits Tom Sawyer。”
”Oh come， now， you don't mean to let on that you LIKE it？”
The brush continued to move。
”Like it？ Well， I don't see why I oughtn't to like it。 Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day？”
That put the thing in a new light12 。 Ben stopped nibbling his apple。 Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth -- stepped back to note the effect -- added a touch here and there -- criticised the effect again -- Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested， more and more absorbed。 Presently he said：
”Say， Tom， let ME whitewash a little。”
Tom considered， was about to consent； but he altered his mind：
”No -- no -- I reckon it wouldn't hardly do， Ben。 You see， Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence -- right here on the street， you know -- but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't。 Yes， she's awful particular about this fence； it's got to be done very careful； I reckon there ain't one boy in a thousand， maybe two thousand， that can do it the way it's got to be done。”
”No -- is that so？ Oh come， now – lemme13 just try。 Only just a little -- I'd let YOU， if you was me， Tom。”
”Ben， I'd like to， honest injun14； but Aunt Polly -- well， Jim wanted to do it， but she wouldn't let him； Sid wanted to do it， and she wouldn't let Sid。 Now don't you see how I'm fixed？ If you was to tackle this fence and anything was to happen to it --”
”Oh， shucks， I'll be just as careful。 Now lemme try。 Say -- I'll give you the core of my apple。”
”Well， here -- No， Ben， now don't。 I'm afeard --”
”I'll give you ALL of it！”
。
我是沫雨汐儿，第一次写文文，希望大家能够喜欢哦！！！留言者流百世，投票者存千年，收藏者得永远！！！！！╰(￣▽￣)╮