回老家。”                                                                                蒋慕承把她拥在怀里抱了抱，良久后说：“我们回家。”                                                                                苏韵从他怀里坐起来，点点头。                                                                                深秋的夜晚很冷，空气却清新。                                                                                蒋慕承牵着她慢慢走着。                                                                                苏韵把头靠在他的肩膀，仰头看着夜空，还有若隐若现的小星星。                                                                                突然蒋慕承的声音从头顶传来，“苏韵。”                                                                                苏韵抬头看他，嘴角有丝浅笑，“恩？”                                                                                蒋慕承：“不许想不开心的！”这一刻，他也在自责，他以为他很了解她，到头来，他什么都不知道。                                                                                苏韵：“没想不开心的。”                                                                                苏韵岔开话题，故