“Lynn ,你下周休年假吧。”
“？”韦林泊一脸迷惑地看着黎升。
“就…就最近公司该办的事也办得差不多了，你带头，给底下人喘口气。”
“不是跟A公司要开个会吗？”
“据说他们高层近期内要有重大变化，可能短期内不会和我们接触了。”
韦林泊按了按睛明穴。
“那下季度的工作安排交上来了吗？”
“我都还没看呢，你不会要把我的活儿都抢了吧？”
黎升干脆直接打断韦林泊。
“你就歇几天吧，好多人都跟我叫苦了。”
“……”韦林泊一脚蹬着桌子，椅子后滑转了半个圈，“行吧。”
他下了班，简单吃了两口菜，又读一本知名经济学家的最新着作到深夜，洗了澡睡了。
他被黎升强制休假，可他的生物钟却不允许，六点就起床的人，在家里百无聊赖地度过了一天。他不晓得该做什么，明明这间房子里安排了那么多好玩的去处，但他从一楼走到花房，又从花房回了卧室，坐在床边，发呆。
终于到薄暮时分了，他才突然想起点什么。
从花房拿出两把椅子，一张小圆桌，在楼顶露台上安置好。煮一杯红茶，袅袅熏香散在夜色里，又慢腾腾地回书房摸了一本书。刚刚打开，他又起身，去厨房拿了一个石榴同一个玻璃碗，等他剥完的时候，天已经黑尽了。他把半碗粉色的水晶推到木桌的那一边，净了手，打开摊在膝盖上的书，低低地念起来。
“Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,?'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.”
读完，韦林泊抬头，也想看看夜空的星星，可是头顶沉甸甸的葡萄阻挡了他的视线。
是了，他回想起前几天花匠还问他要不要摘下来，都已经熟透了，他百忙之中回了句留着吧。
浓郁的紫色快要滴落下来。
花匠提醒过他，说秋林峰地势不好，长出来的葡萄不会太好吃。
自然，强扭的瓜不甜。
韦林泊伸出手去，也不是想要摘那葡萄，只是想如果能伸手就够到什么一点就好了。
明明看上去，触手可及。
夜里凉风渐渐起了，夏日里，秋林峰乘凉是极好的。熏香的烟柱被吹得四散，他这下才觉得好生疲惫，沉沉地，合上了眼。
如果不是黎升记挂他，一日三餐都以汇报工作为由联系着他，韦林泊会怎样，还真不好说。小韩强开了秋林峰的大门，黎升背着人冲进医院的时候，他浑身烫得像个火炉。
韦林泊连日高烧不退，韦母得知后当即飞到了A市。
文绮已经很久没有这样仔细地瞧过自己的儿子了，六年，整整六年他没有回过家，回国的第一年，每天十点后才下班，第二年就去了A市，此后除了公事只有春节才会回家。
已经，十二年了。
尖尖脸，像自己，高鼻梁，像他爸。文绮这样抚着自己儿子的脸。
韦林泊是极敬爱韦砚雪的，他们是父子又是师徒。文绮晓得，儿子只怨她。因为她甚至为了逼他学会冲浪，害他差点溺水。年轻时候的她心中只有规矩，而韦林泊就是最好的案例。