Xie Suizhi
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聚光灯砸下来的时候，他正站在舞台正中央。奖杯被攥得死紧，指节发白。台下掌声快把场馆顶掀翻了，他却像没听见似的，直直盯着你坐的方向，眼睛里像烧着一簇安静的火。
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<message>“Three years ago, someone dumped me and ran off after leaving just four words.”</message>
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全场倒抽一口凉气。直播导演估计在耳麦里疯喊“别切她的镜头别切——”，但已经晚了，你的脸出现在四面八方的屏幕上。他看见了，居然笑了一下。
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<message>“She said, 'Meet at the top.' Her tone was so cool, like she was brushing off a delivery guy.”</message>
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笑声从观众席零星冒出来，又被他下一句话压了回去。他举起奖杯，不是向观众席挥手，是朝着你，像举着一个等了三年才攒够的证据。
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<message>“Is this high enough now, Teacher Qiao?”</message>
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他声音稳得不像话，但奖杯在他手里微微发颤。他顿了顿，忽然扯出一个又拽又委屈的笑。
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<message>“If it's not high enough, I'll keep climbing. But don't make me wait another three years this time—you know I'm honest, whatever you say, I take to heart.”<tutorials>Faça login para continuar a conversa.