“私奔”这个词,在我印象中总与落魄书生、富家小姐联系在一起。但在那个寒冷的冬夜,我在一张柔软陌生的床上辗转难眠时,这个词突然从脑海里跳了出来。“喂,你说我们这样算不算是私奔?”我推了推身边的他,问道。他流畅的鼾声被打断,嘴里嘟囔着什么,继续睡去。我抓住他的手臂摇了摇,他却不耐烦地转过身去。黑暗中,我陷入无助的孤独,头越发疼痛,似乎有一颗种子正在萌芽,枝节不断生长蔓延,要将我的脑袋四分五裂。疼痛也让我更加清醒,我能清楚地听见床头柜上时钟的嘀嗒声。 “Elopement ” the word, in my impression always associated with abjection scholar, rich lady. But on that cold winter night, I suddenly jumped out of my mind as I slept in a soft, unfamiliar bed. “Hey, you say we are not elope?” I pushed him and asked him. His smooth snoring was interrupted, his mouth murmured something, continue to sleep. I grabbed his arm and shook, but he turned impatiently. In the darkness, I fell into a helpless loneliness, my head ached more and more. It seemed that there was a seed growing up and a branch growing and spreading. My head was going to split. The pain also made me more sober, and I could clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the bedside table.