“Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear,And days of auld lang syne,Should auld acquaintance be forgot,And days of auld lang syne?”一个老人手里捧着一个收音机走过,里面正播放着《魂断蓝桥》的主题曲,冯成大抬起头,也不顾眼里还有泪,就亲纤纤,纤纤早就泪流满面,更是鸡啄碎米一样。
纤纤感受着这销魂的吮噬,感觉自己都被吃掉,一点点消化,自己的肌肉不见了,骨头也不见了,只有一颗心还在感受着,自己已经完全被销魂噬去,能听见那咀嚼情感的声音,那声音就在耳边回响着:“And here”s a hand, my trusty frien,And gie“s a hand o” thine,We“ll take a cup of kindness yet,For auld lang syne。For auld lang syne, my dear,For auld lang syne,We”ll take a cup of kindness yet,For auld lang syne。“