多少年后再想到这一年里发生的点滴，也能给自己留个不算差的念想。                                                                                这么长的时间里，蒋慕承一直在沉默，他抱着她，看着远处模糊不清的街景，头脑是处于空白状态的。                                                                                她的每一个字都是一把尖刀，刀刀要人命。                                                                                他终于开口：“苏韵，你就是这么看我的？”                                                                                苏韵低着头，始终没说话。                                                                                周围安静的只有风吹过的声音，还有不远处欢乐人群里传来的嘻闹声。                                                                                遥远而又久违。                                                                                许久后，蒋慕承又问：“你确定你要跟我分开？”                                                                                他的声音太过平静冷淡，苏韵难过的说不出话，只能用力点点头。眼泪汇聚到下巴，全部落在他给她围的那条围巾上。