周嫩床边，没忘顺路带上凳子，他又从包里拿出一本书，翻开，看了一眼周嫩，用纯正的伦敦腔开始念道：“The Lady with the Little dog，by Anton Chekhov.”

周嫩明显抖了一下，脸朝枕头侧了侧，肩膀绷起来。宋希白继续念道：“The talk was that a new face had appeared on the promenade，a lady with a little dog.Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov had already spent two weeks in Yalta，so he was bored with it and always looking for fresh faces.”

“别念了。”周嫩突然说话，声音有点不对劲，“丢人。”

宋希白立刻站起来探出身子，紧张地问：“我念得不好吗？”他看着周嫩露出不多的脸，从指缝中发现她微微上翘的嘴角。

周嫩不知道宋希白已经发现她笑了，仍旧固执地说：“我不想听。”

宋希白在床边轻轻坐下，强忍住心中的喜悦平静地问道：“那你要听什么？”然后张口背诵道：“The Odyssey by Homer.Tell me，O muse，of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.”

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