第七百八十一章 落笔（1 / 2）
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推开剧场熟悉的剧场大门，剧场内一片昏暗，平时都不曾熄灭的灯管全部暗下。
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唯一一束尚在的灯光，也并非聚焦在舞台上，而是在舞台边上，那曾张点化许多剧本，书写剧本的书桌上。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+56yU5bCW5LiO57q45byg57uG57uG5pGp5pOm55qE5aOw6Z+z77yM5a+M5pyJ6IqC5aWP5oSf77yM5aW95Ly85LiA6aaW5oKg5oms55qE5LmQ5puy77yM5rC46L+c5LiN5Lya5pat57ud44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
笔尖与纸张细细摩擦的声音，富有节奏感，好似一首悠扬的乐曲，永远不会断绝。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LiA5Y+q5omL5o+h552A56yU5LiN5pat5Zyw5YaZ552A77yM6YKj5byg6buR55qu57qi6L6555qE5pys5a2Q77yM5pWw5LiN5riF5Yiw5bqV5pyJ5aSa5bCR6aG177yM6L+Z5a+55LqO5a6D5p2l6K+05pys5bCx5q+r5peg5oSP5LmJ44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
一只手握着笔不断地写着，那张黑皮红边的本子，数不清到底有多少页，这对于它来说本就毫无意义。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5pe26ICM77yM56yU5bCW5b6u6aG/77yM5pys5a2Q6L276L2757+76aG177yM5riF6ISG55qE5aOw5ZON5LmL5ZCO77yM5L6/5YaN5bqm5o6l5LiK5Lmm5YaZ55qE5aOw6Z+z44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
时而，笔尖微顿，本子轻轻翻页，清脆的声响之后，便再度接上书写的声音。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LiH5Lqm57yT57yT6LWw5YWl44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
万亦缓缓走入。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6Jm954S25ZGo5Zu055qE5LiA5YiH55qE6ZmI5YiX5LuW6YO95pep5bey54OC54af5LqO5b+D77yM5L2G6L+Z5pe26LWw5YWl5q2k5aSE77yM6L+Y5piv6Zq+5YWN5oSf5Yiw5LiA5Lid6ZmM55Sf44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>
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