蒋慕承：“”                                                                                苏韵的眼泪都蹭到了他衬衫上，越哭越伤心。                                                                                蒋慕没再问她，把她用力按在怀里，下巴轻轻摩挲着她的发顶。                                                                                十多分钟后，苏韵还在抽噎。                                                                                蒋慕承低头，用脸颊蹭蹭她的，低声说道：“我要不要换件衬衫，给你继续擦眼泪？”                                                                                苏韵破涕而笑，又感觉不好意思。                                                                                蒋慕承用手指给她擦擦眼泪，“水做的？”                                                                                苏韵看着他，说：“我刚才在食堂遇到个熟人，就想到过去的一些事，想到了我外婆，我舅舅我外婆五年前去世了，我舅舅他他”她又哽咽，说不下去。                                                                                “别说了。”蒋慕承捂住她的耳朵。