林樾又瞥了眼另一个手提袋，有些潮湿，都浸透到手提袋的外面，应该是换下来的湿衣服。                                                                                冒着大雨走路来逛街买衣服，大概也只有她个愣头青会干这样的傻事。                                                                                他心里有股酸涩的东西在漫延。                                                                                林樾陪着苏韵吃了午饭，问她要不要去做头发，她拒绝了，说自己会化妆，也会打理头发。                                                                                林樾没再勉强，他知道她比他想象中做的还要好，还要用心。                                                                                到了医院的宿舍楼下，林樾把手提袋拿给她：“晚上我来接你。”                                                                                “好。拜拜。”苏韵冲他挥挥手，转身走向公寓楼。                                                                                等电梯时，她的手机响起，是苏柠柠。                                                                                “喂，姐，忙不？”苏柠柠的声音轻快愉悦。                                                                                “刚到宿舍楼下，你还在香港？”苏韵用肩膀和脸颊夹住手机，腾出一只手按电梯。