原先混杂的声响都开始变得同蝉鸣一样模糊又渺远，慢慢地只剩下清冽又带着一丝沙哑的男声,用绅士的伦敦腔缓缓念着英文诗，仿佛初春融雪破冰的第一淙溪流从耳朵淌进人心里。
“Sonnet 18.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
“我觉得耳朵要怀孕了，这是哪首英文诗？我要把这首诗裱起来。”诗念完的间隙，晴晴忍不住出声感慨，这哪是什么催眠音频，分明是让少女春心萌动不止的心动音频！
“莎士比亚的十四行诗第十八首。”暮念翻了个身，耳机线被微微一扯，“不过，你该裱起来的不应该是这段音频的二维码吗？”
晴晴激动地坐了起来，“有二维码？！”
“没有。”耳机快被扯掉了，暮念一把将她按回了原位，“这是我自己偷偷录下来的孤版，安静躺好接着听，下面的才是重点。”
“还有更好听的？”
“嗯，如听仙乐耳暂明的程度。”
一听还有更加好听的版本，晴晴忙闭上眼睛，等待着令人期待的“仙乐”。
下一瞬，有关某道高中数学题的细致讲解被娓娓道来。
