？”

“你喜欢的。”

“我喜欢的呀，”田湉想了想，觉得要唱一首有内涵的经典的让首指大人惊为天人的，“刚才上课老师说了小红莓乐队，我特别喜欢他们的《zombie》，唱给你听咯。”

安修戎顿了顿：“好。”

田湉双手还握着安修戎的手，于是一只手轻轻拍在她手背上打着拍子：

“another head hangs lowly child is slowly taken

and the violence caused such silence

who are we mistaken

but you see its not me its not my family

in your head in your head they are fighting

with their tanks and their bombs

and their bombs and their guns

in your head in your head they are ……”

一首歌没能完整地唱一遍，田湉便感觉到了安修戎的不对劲。

尽管她认识安修戎的时间不长，但她还是可以判断出，这样的情绪在安修戎身上太难见到了。

她的手还被她握在手里，她的眼睛却不再看她，她偏过了头，神色有些局促不安。

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