但是这个怀抱能给她依赖多久,她不知道。                                                                                有些事,就像梦魇,一直缠着她,怎么都摆脱不了。                                                                                有时,她自己也不认识自己。                                                                                自己也不懂，到底是不是心理病了。                                                                                “四哥。”                                                                                “在呢。”                                                                                苏韵又抱紧一些,像抓住浮木,不愿松手。                                                                                蒋慕承安抚着她,“没事儿。有我。”                                                                                他感觉到了她的不安。这种不安让她束手无策。他基本确定,她梦到了五年前的一些事。                                                                                “苏韵。”蒋慕承喊她。