蒋慕承又问：“你怎么去了急诊？”                                                                                苏韵摇头，“我也不知道。”                                                                                “这事交给我。”蒋慕承亲亲她的头发。                                                                                苏韵安静的趴在他怀里，闻着他身上清冽的气息。                                                                                还是感觉不可思议。                                                                                许久之后，她抬头，脸上的泪痕还没干，她轻轻喊了声：“蒋慕承。”                                                                                “恩？”                                                                                “我没有父母，家里很穷，而且家里负担很重，跟你门不当户不对，你父母”                                                                                蒋慕承似笑非笑，打断她：“这么急着嫁给我，恩？”                                                                                “你我我不是这个意思”苏韵一时语无伦次。