和在以后的日子里，将会陪伴我、关心我和支持我的阿风。”
直播的摄像师大哥的手，抖了一抖。
台下的嘉宾，还在消化这个爆炸性的新闻。
最后面的观众已经惊叫一片。
于意摸着已经有青年秃头嫌疑的脑袋：“一个头脑从没清楚过，另一个也糊涂了。”脸上，是淡淡的笑。
连艾在心里嘀咕，毁了毁了，自己说出来了，以后要再找，就不容易了，傻大哥，只能在这棵树上吊死了。
风疏狂的脸上，是一日既往面对大众时的冷漠。
连想的脑中，只剩一段旋律，低沉的嗓音，小小的走音，小心翼翼的试探，和无尽的真诚。
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
And the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's