接下来的日子就这样波澜不惊的过着。                                                                                苏韵没有再偶遇那个某某某。                                                                                不知不觉间，时间从酷暑七月已经走到清爽的九月。                                                                                这天清晨的五点，苏韵是被雨点声吵醒的，水滴噼里啪啦的打在窗玻璃上，密密麻麻。                                                                                有扇窗户是开着的，风吹进来，凉飕飕的，有股秋天的味道。                                                                                苏韵下意识的拉了毛毯盖上，还是有点凉。                                                                                她起身把窗户关上，刚才还是雨滴，眨眼的功夫，现在眼前是一片雨帘，天地间一片昏暗。                                                                                这已经是九月来的第三场雨。                                                                                苏韵又重新躺回床上，醒了后就再难入睡。这么美好的周末懒觉就被雨水给搅黄了。