她站在城中巷口，手里的青花瓷碗微微发凉。秋风已 past半夏，将 city 的 heat 蒸得人蒸蒸发散。
“阿离…”她低垂着眼睑，声音有些沙哑。 Hand clenched into the hem of her衣裙, she 望向远处的 building, as if seeking solace in its endless shadow.
转角处站着两个男人，皆是jrj 的粉丝。 One 是个身着古着的中年 man, another a younger guy with wild hair and tattoos. Both are holding copies of her new release “青草伊人”, their eyes locked on the cover as if fixated on a secret.
“她的新专辑真的很好听啊…” A群迷Blur在小声讨论，脸上洋溢着不可掩饰的笑容。
“那不一定哦…”另一个 guy 斧正要反驳, 被一旁的 mr 中断。 “就是她！青草伊人！这确实是音乐界的天秤！”—
她的手指微微发抖，仿佛指尖沾染了某种未知的力量。
“阿离…如果你是jrj 的粉丝，为何会对那个叫青草伊人的 girl so感兴趣？”一旁的 man 突然问出一个尖酸的的问题。 His eyes gleaming with something that made her blood run cold.
“她写的歌很好听啊…”Blur小声应道。
“好听？那不一定哦！” mr 斧正要反驳, again被另一人打断。 “就是她！青草伊人！这确实是音乐界的天秤！”—
她的瞳孔猛地收缩，仿佛遇见了她最不愿面对的景象。
“你们两个…都是…jrj 的粉丝？” she finally managed to squeeze out.
“是啊…”Blur终于收起了笑容，变得死板。 “我们都很仰慕她。青草伊人，真的很好听！.”
“那不一定哦！” mr 斧正要反驳, again被另一人打断。
“就是她！青草伊人！这确实是音乐界的天秤！”—
她的手指微微发抖，仿佛指尖沾染了某种未知的**力量。
正当她欲言又止时，突然感觉有什么东西轻轻碰触了她的肩膀。 turn around, she saw a hand placed gently on her shoulder. It’s so cold… like ice.
“阿离？” a soft voice called out. She turned to see mr 斧正 holding a glass of milk in his hand. His face is as pale as the moonlit night, and his eyes are full of something mysterious.
“你…你想她…” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
mr 斧正 looked at her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Yes…” he said finally, his tone carrying an odd sort of weight.
“那又怎么样？” blur added in, crossing his arms as if to say, “What’s the big deal?”
mr 斧正 looked at her again, this time for what felt like a lifetime. Then he said simply: “You are stronger than you know.” And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone in the rain.
she closed her eyes briefly… and then opened them again to find herself in the rain, the windHowling around her, carrying with it a strange sense of peace.
她想起mr 斧正的话”你 stronger than you know”。她试着去理解，为何一个素不相识的jrj 的粉丝，会知道她的 name. 是命运？是天秤使然？还是… something more mysterious?
The rain falls, washing away the traces of time and memory.
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