码，她愣了半晌。                                                                                有那么一刻，她怀疑，蒋慕承的微博号是不是被盗了                                                                                静谧的夜，夏风吹过，但没有半分的凉快，还是照常闷热。                                                                                苏韵把十一个数字输入屏幕，看了又看。                                                                                最后按了拨打键。                                                                                话筒里传来声音不算小的‘嘟嘟’声。                                                                                周围草丛里还有清晰的虫鸣。                                                                                可苏韵什么都听不到。                                                                                只有自己心脏扑通扑通狂跳。                                                                                这心跳像孩子的两手随意拨弄的琴弦。                                                                                杂乱无章。