这种疼三十多年不曾有过了。                                                                                夏乔双目紧闭，脸上毫无血色，嘴唇泛白，远处看，还以为没有了生命体征。                                                                                傅远忠轻轻走过去，那双粗糙的手颤抖着碰了碰夏乔冰冷的手。                                                                                这是自她出生以来，他跟她第一次安静又亲密的相处。                                                                                他一直以为自己是没有心的，从小太贫穷，穷的他走出大山就再也不愿回去了。                                                                                灯红酒绿，物欲横流的都市，他彻底迷失了自己，对权势和金钱的渴望超过了他的生命。                                                                                在那条不归路上越走越远。                                                                                他不是没有想过回头，可是走远了，回不去了。                                                                                其实他自己也预感到自己的日子已经没有多少。