“不收?那我可要打电话了。”付予臻拨出一个号码,接着是轻快萦耳的手机铃声:I am the red in the rose.The flowers on the blankets on your bedroom floor.And I am the gray in the ghost.That hides with your clothes behind your closet door.I am the green in the grass.That bends back from underneath your feet.苏遥知道,这是在给谁打的电话。