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，大t上还算是平静，没有双手叉腰茶壶状地谩骂，也没有化身咆哮教主在那边大声咆哮，这也算是我能够做到的最大极限吧。                                                                                                             也亏的靳骐这么多年之后才出现，要是早些年，赶上姐冲动而又伪愤青的时候，指不定就喷si他或者直接c起一块板砖往他头上招呼而去了。                                                                                                             算他时间挑的好啊！                                                                                                             靳骐的表情在听到我突然这么问的时候，还是有点震惊的，但是更多的是理所当然。                                                                                                             “我还以为你永远都不会问出口了，阿墨……”靳骐声音里面透着一点苦涩，“其实那个时候在我遇见你之前，我已经办好了签证。”                                                                                                             靳骐站在我的面前背对着光线，在不算很明亮的节能下，我看不清楚他现在的表情，只能听到他的声音。                                                                                                             他的声音有点含糊，但是还不至于不可闻的地步，我静静地听着，或许他是编的，或许他用了文艺x的修辞手法对整个故事进行了润se。                                                                                                             在很多时候没有亲身经历过的时候，也许我们会怒不可遏，会火冒三丈，会你所想象的种种，当事实真正地剖开在你面前的时，反倒觉得有些淡定了，其实也就不过是那么一回事而已。                                                                                                             “阿墨，我从来都没有想到会遇上你……”                                                                                                             靳骐长叹了一口气，语调轻柔。                                                                                                             “后悔了么？”我问，很自然而然的。                                                                                                             “那么你呢，你后悔了么？”                                                                                                             靳骐问我。                                                                                                             后悔么？