安云灏早晨被一阵电话铃声吵醒，迷迷糊糊中只见单翎拿着手机走出了房间，低声接通了电话。安云灏坐起来，拍拍脸，然自己清醒一些，“什么电话，还要出去接？”

没一会单翎握住手机走回了房间，看到安云灏已经坐了起来问道：“醒啦？头疼么？昨天喝了不少呢。。”

“不疼，刚刚谁的电话啊？”安云灏问道。

“一大早的推销电话，把你吵醒了吧。。这些人真是的！”单翎把手机放到床头柜上说道，“云灏，我从来不知道有人喝醉了是这种学霸式的耍酒疯！”

安云灏微笑着看着单翎，“我昨天做什么了？”

“你用英文写了《哈姆雷特》，演算了数学各种公式，还给我念诗。。。。”单翎把一边的保温杯递给安云灏，“我泡了茶，喝点吧。。你知道你用英文给我念了一首什么诗么？”

“I love you

Not only for what you are

But for what I am

I love you

Not only for what

You have made of yourself

But for what

You are making of me

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out，

I love you

For putting your hand

Into my heaped-up heart

And passing over

All the foolish， weak things

That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there，

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find

I love you because you

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple

Out of the works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy.

You have done it

Without a touch

Without a word

Without a sign

You have done it

By being yourself

Perhaps that is what

Being a friend means

After all”

安云灏在清醒的状态下又将这首诗念了一便，“宝贝，这就是我想对你说的话呀~我要再念给你听！”

“我爱你

不光因为你的样子

还因为，和你在一起时，我的样子