苏韵‘嗯’了一声，还是看着平静的湖面发呆。                                                                                这时兜里的手机又震动了几下，她猜到可能是蒋慕承发来的，虽然不想理睬他，可还是不自觉的掏出手机打开来。                                                                                蒋慕承：【你要是转头就能看到我，就别气了，行吗？】                                                                                苏韵身体一僵，她缓缓回头，蒋慕承出现在她的视线里，他双手抄兜立在离她十多米的后方。                                                                                路灯下，他身上被晕染上一层金色，清冷矜贵。                                                                                蒋慕承抬步走来。                                                                                苏韵又转过头去，莫名的委屈，不想搭理他。                                                                                蒋慕承走到她身后，转过她的身体，将她环在怀里，她的眼睛红肿的像两个小核桃，鼻头也通红，身上还有淡淡的烟草味。                                                                                蒋慕承捉住她的两只手，环在他的腰上，他松手后，她的手瞬间又垂下来，他无声叹了口气，再次将她圈在怀里。