“Lynn?,你下周休年假吧。” “？”韦林泊一脸迷惑地看着黎升。 “就…就最近公司该办的事也办得差不多了，你带头，给底下人喘口气。” “不是跟A公司要开个会吗？” “据说他们高层近期内要有重大变化，可能短期内不会和我们接触了。” 韦林泊按了按睛明穴。 “那下季度的工作安排交上来了吗？” “我都还没看呢，你不会要把我的活儿都抢了吧？” 黎升干脆直接打断韦林泊。 “你就歇几天吧，好多人都跟我叫苦了。” “……”韦林泊一脚蹬着桌子，椅子后滑转了半个圈，“行吧。” 他下了班，简单吃了两口菜，又读一本知名经济学家的最新着作到深夜，洗了澡睡了。 他被黎升强制休假，可他的生物钟却不允许，六点就起床的人，在家里百无聊赖地度过了一天。他不晓得该做什么，明明这间房子里安排了那么多好玩的去处，但他从一楼走到花房，又从花房回了卧室，坐在床边，发呆。 终于到薄暮时分了，他才突然想起点什么。 从花房拿出两把椅子，一张小圆桌，在楼顶露台上安置好。煮一杯红茶，袅袅熏香散在夜色里，又慢腾腾地回书房摸了一本书。刚刚打开，他又起身，去厨房拿了一个石榴同一个玻璃碗，等他剥完的时候，天已经黑尽了。他把半碗粉色的水晶推到木桌的那一边，净了手，打开摊在膝盖上的书，低低地念起来。 “Tonight?I?can?write?the?saddest?lines. Write,?for?example,?'The?night?is?starry and?the?stars?are?blue?and?shiver?in?the?distance. The?night?wind?revolves?in?the?sky?and?sings. Tonight?I?can?write?the?saddest?lines. I?loved?her,?and?sometimes?she?loved?me?too. Through?nights?like?this?one?I?held?her?in?my?arms. I?kissed?her?again?and?again?under?the?endless?sky. She?loved?me,?sometimes?I?loved?her?too. How?could?one?not?have?loved?her?great?still?eyes. Tonight?I?can?write?the?saddest?lines. To?think?that?I?do?not?have?her.?To?feel?that?I?have?lost?her. To?hear?the?immense?night,?still?more?immense?without?her. And?the?verse?falls?to?the?soul?like?dew?to?the?pasture. What?does?it?matter?that?my?love?could?not?keep?her. The?night?is?starry?and?she?is?not?with?me. This?is?all.?In?the?distance?someone?is?singing.?In?the?distance. My?soul?is?not?satisfied?that?it?has?lost?her. ?M.ｆｅNGＹｅ-ｚN.ｃOｍ