沈初从会议室出来，就接到薄暮年打来的电话。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp她其实不太想接薄暮年的电话，但是不想事半功倍，尽管不情愿，她还是按了接听键“是我，沈初。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“爷爷说婚期定在下个月十六号。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“嗯。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp沈初应了一声，“还有别的事情吗？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp对方有些不耐，薄暮年听出来了。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp他皱了一下眉“没有了。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“哦，那我挂了。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp沈初现在是，多一句话都不想再跟他说了。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp然而薄暮年却突然开口“等等，你生气了？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp听到薄暮年这话，沈初觉得好笑“为什么？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“昨天晚上，我没有别的意思。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“你昨天晚上做了什么吗？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp他做了什么？

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp他什么都没有做。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp薄暮年无言以对，而电话那头的沈初已经挂了电话了。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp手机里面剩下一阵忙音，然而没多久，薄暮年的手机却响了起来。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp他以为是沈初重新打过来的，可看到来电显示的时候，薄暮年眉头一皱“说。”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp电话是周子乐打来的，为了什么事，其实很明显“阿年，沈初真的答应跟你复婚了？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp薄暮年听得心里不爽，“你最近很闲？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp周子乐听出了薄暮年这是在默认，他十分惊讶，“沈初怎么这么想不开，跟你复婚？她是不是骗你的？你问过她吗？她真的跟你复婚吗？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp周子乐一句一句地砸过来，就像是机关枪似的。

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp薄暮年只觉得他的话像石头一样，一颗颗地砸下来，砸得他心头闷得难受“她为什么不能跟我复婚？”

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp“你们之前闹成那样，正常人都不会跟你复婚吧？”