苏韵回头，笑着看他，“好看不？”                                                                                “不好看。”蒋慕承说完后继续吃菜，也没再朝她那边看。                                                                                苏韵感到莫名其妙，“诶，什么态度呀！”                                                                                蒋慕承：“我什么时候说过我爱苏苏？”                                                                                苏韵眨了眨眼，她好像没跟蒋慕承说过这个名字，“苏苏是我小名呀，我爸妈都姓苏，所以我就叫苏苏了，但我舅舅都喊我小韵，其实都一样。”                                                                                蒋慕承用力握了握筷子，好像吃错了醋。                                                                                轻咳几声后，“我还是觉得苏韵好听。”                                                                                苏韵赶紧靠近玻璃，在苏苏上面哈了一口热气，两个字开始模糊，她又写成苏韵。                                                                                然后回头问蒋慕承：“这样呢？”