“没。”                                                                                傅明琰这才看向苏韵，良久后，问她：“你呢？”                                                                                苏韵眼眶发热，她知道他绕了这么大圈子，就是想问她的近况。                                                                                回他：“挺好的。”                                                                                傅明琰看着她的侧脸，在夜色里柔美温和，几次欲言又止，好不容易鼓足勇气：“遇到合适的人了吗？”他下午一直在想那个在病区遇见的喊她舅妈的女孩                                                                                苏韵的眼泪不争气的流下来，她用力点头。                                                                                傅明琰的声音透着几分沙哑，“挺好。”他又掏出烟含在嘴里，划开打火机，点了几次烟都没点着，幽蓝的火苗一直在抖动。                                                                                这只手就是第一次拿着手术刀上台时，都没有像今晚这样颤抖的厉害。                                                                                好不容易点上烟，他猛抽了一口，把口腔里的烟雾悉数吞下，醉人的烟味充斥着大脑。