安雲灝早晨被一陣電話鈴聲吵醒，迷迷糊糊中只見單翎拿著手機走出了房間，低聲接通了電話。安雲灝坐起來，拍拍臉，然自己清醒一些，“什麼電話，還要出去接？”

沒一會單翎握住手機走回了房間，看到安雲灝已經坐了起來問道：“醒啦？頭疼麼？昨天喝了不少呢。。”

“不疼，剛剛誰的電話啊？”安雲灝問道。

“一大早的推銷電話，把你吵醒了吧。。這些人真是的！”單翎把手機放到床頭櫃上說道，“雲灝，我從來不知道有人喝醉了是這種學霸式的耍酒瘋！”

安雲灝微笑著看著單翎，“我昨天做什麼了？”

“你用英文寫了《哈姆雷特》，演算了數學各種公式，還給我念詩。。。。”單翎把一邊的保溫杯遞給安雲灝，“我泡了茶，喝點吧。。你知道你用英文給我念了一首什麼詩麼？”

“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