苏韵感觉失态，更多的是窘迫尴尬。                                                                                她把打火机还给男人，道了声谢。                                                                                男人接过打火机，什么也没说。                                                                                苏韵干咳两声掩饰自己的不自然，随即微微弯腰，拽起那根线头，猩红的烟头轻轻一触，那根线头就落了下来。                                                                                这时那辆低调的豪华汽车的车窗降下，后座还有个男人，冲着窗外喊了句：“四哥，你的电话。”说着就把手机递出窗外。                                                                                男人手里有烟，另一只手把玩着打火机，没有接手机，对着车里的男人说道：“你继续睡你的觉。”                                                                                苏韵瞥了眼车里的人，长什么样倒是没看清，都被他身上的那件红衬衫抢了镜。                                                                                酒红衬衫男人的热情受到打击，不着痕迹的瞥了眼苏韵后，无趣的升上车窗。                                                                                大客车的售票员扯着嗓子喊，让还没上车人的赶紧上车。