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盐，不咸，里面裹了一颗相思梅，有点点的甜，有点点的酸。                                                                                                             明明是很怪异的口感，但是却很符合这饼的名称。                                                                                                             也许这就是相思的味道，我想。                                                                                                             靳骐醒来的时候见到的就是我和凌墨两个人窝在客厅里面一边喝着红茶，一边吃着相思饼，各g各的。                                                                                                             我有报告要写，而她则是看着她的电视。                                                                                                             晚上的时候我如愿以偿地一饱口福之yu，靳骐则是送凌墨到车站，等到他回来的时候，披头盖脸的就是一句问话。                                                                                                             “哥，你喜欢阿墨？”                                                                                                             我原本想要回自己房间，但是在听到他这句问话之后，开门的动作顿了顿。                                                                                                             “谁说的？”                                                                                                             我回头看着靳骐。                                                                                                             “我自己看出来。”靳骐回答我。                                                                                                             我从来不知道原来我这个表弟看事物也挺主观的。                                                                                                             “你错觉了。”我回答，“还有，你打算什么时候跟她说你要准备出国的事情？”                                                                                                             靳骐的表情瞬间变得有些僵y。                                                                                                             “你该不会不打算跟她说吧？”我问。