高峻的话里,几乎找不到任何色彩。一句一句出来,非黑即白。条理清晰,赤裸直白,像一条锐利冷峻的射线,穿透着许多世俗的是是非非。他一边说话,一边摆弄着一支雪茄。把前次燃过的黑色烟灰去掉,又用小剪刀修平剪齐,再扯出纸巾揩净烟缸旁边散落的碎屑。在他手里好像没有梳理不齐的杂乱无章。 High words, almost can not find any color. Sentence out, non-black or white. Clear, straightforward, like a sharp cold beam, penetrating many secular is right and wrong. He was playing with a cigar as he spoke. The last burn over the black soot removed, but also with a small scissors trim scissor, and then pulled out the paper towel 揩 net ashtray scattered debris. There seems to be no mess in his hands.