“无聊好啊，无聊说明安全。”唐泽嘴角微微扬起，语气里带着几分调侃，却又透着一股认真。他忽然像是想起什么，侧身拉开床头柜的抽屉，从里面取出一本装帧简约的书，递给丢丢，“喏，给你准备了个礼物。”
丢丢接过书，指尖触碰到封面的瞬间，微微一愣。那是一本《草叶集》，深绿色的硬质封面上烫金的英文书名在灯光下泛着低调的光泽，书脊的纹路摩挲着她的指腹，带着一种沉甸甸的质感。
“这是什么？”她明知故问，手指轻轻翻开扉页，纸张沙沙作响，油墨的气息若有若无地飘散开来。
唐泽看着她，目光柔和了几分，声音低沉而温和：“《草叶集》，有个说法是，男人应该送心爱的女人一本诗集。”
“噢——”丢丢拖长了音调，故作漫不经心地翻了两页，忽然眉头一皱，抬头瞪他，“怎么是全英文的？”
“原汁原味嘛。”唐泽笑得漫不经心，眼底却藏着一丝狡黠，“读不懂的话，我可以念给你听。”
丢丢轻哼一声，合上书，指尖却仍摩挲着封面，像是舍不得放开。
房间里一时安静下来，只剩下窗外偶尔掠过的风声。
现代武器的发展早已极大拉近了普通人与修行者之间的破坏力差距，一颗子弹、一枚炸弹，足以让血肉之躯灰飞烟灭。然而，修行者之间的手段千奇百怪，有人能隔空摄魂，有人可化影遁形，更有人擅使蛊毒咒术，防不胜防。因此，即便是在科技昌明的时代，那些站在权力巅峰的大人物们，身边仍需修行者的守护——他们是一道看不见的屏障，是最后也是最隐秘的防线。
不过，自九科成立以来，真正针对大老板的刺杀事件，也不过只发生过一次。
以下是沃尔特·惠特曼《草叶集》中《自我之歌》(Song of Myself)第21-30节的英文原文，译文就不放了尺度有点大。
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第21节
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
第22节
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
第23节
I chant the chant of dilation or pride,
We have had ducking and deprecating about enough,
I show that size is only development.
第24节
Have you outstript the rest? are you the President?
It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there every one, and still pass on.
第25节
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
第26节
Press close bare-bosom'd night—press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds—night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.
第27节
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt!
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