我家樓下有個賣梨糖水的小伙子，長得高高瘦瘦，會對每一個經過的人都微笑。他駐扎在我家附近的時間并不長，大約是從去年冬天開始的。我時常看見他裹著厚厚的圍巾，帶著兩只笨拙的舊手套吆喝路人嘗嘗他的梨糖水。有一回和朋友一起路過看見他，朋友突然無厘頭的問了我一句，你說，這樣的小伙子會娶到媳婦嗎？我抬頭望了一眼，恰巧碰上小伙子慣例的微笑，我說，會的吧。朋友笑我還是太天真了，他說，在這個高富帥橫行的時代，哪里會有姑娘跟一個擺攤賣梨糖水的窮小子。我聽完，也笑了笑，不再說話。

后來沒過多久，我就回了xx過年。等我再次回來的時候，寒冷的冬天還未過去，小伙子仍然在，依舊裹著厚厚的圍巾，只是那兩只笨拙的舊手套，卻帶在了另一個人手上。是的，一個姑娘手上。姑娘的年紀應該和小伙子一般大，挎著腰包，綁著高高的丸子頭，穿著雪地靴。清秀的臉上不施脂粉，小鼻子被凍得通紅，卻還不忘握緊小伙子的手貼上自己的臉頰為他取暖。

我突然想到朋友那天說的話，莫名就被觸動，拖著行李箱呆呆地在他們對面站了許久。那一刻，我真TM想矯情的說一句，我又相信愛情了。其實我并不喜歡喝梨糖水，那天卻破天荒的買了一杯。還未走近，小姑娘就生動地蹦

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