负手半护着她。

“即使身体不适，仍然用自己的双手去拼生活，多了不起啊。”她没发现秦颂此时的眼神，自顾自地说着。

“...嗯。”眸色渐渐变得胶腻，像一张慢慢兜起的细网。

对面的女生握紧麦克风，男人帮她立好手机夹，把手机稳稳安置。

雨歇后，音乐响起，渐渐多了些人围着那对男女，倒是周静姝他们这边离得远，没有人留意到他们。

“look at the stars; ”

“look how they shine for you.”

“and everything you do；

“yeah, they were all yellow. ”

“i came along; ”

“i wrote a song for you.”

“and all the things you do；”

“and it was called yellow.”

“...”

几乎是那么一秒钟，周静姝认出熟悉的旋律。

秦颂也默契地笑了声：

“噢，原来是这首歌...”

周静姝侧头乜他，不太相信以他的反应：

“哦？你也知道？”

“当然啦。”他得意地抬起下巴。

轮椅上的女生唱至高潮部分，淡淡鼻音和歌曲氛围相得益彰：

“...”

“so then i took my turn；”

“oh what a thing to have done.