又沉默了良久，苏韵跟他挥挥手，转身离开。                                                                                还没走几步，就被一个结实的怀抱从身后拥住。                                                                                傅明琰的声音沙哑低沉，透着的全是心酸与无奈，“苏苏，别说话，我就抱一会儿，就一会儿。”                                                                                苏韵感到一股滚烫湿润的东西从顺着她的脖子缓缓流下来。                                                                                随后，傅明琰松开她，揉揉她的头。                                                                                苏韵始终都没回头，听着身后的脚步声越来越远，她擦擦自己的眼泪，抬步离开。                                                                                *                                                                                翌日，苏韵和蒋慕承早早起床去了墓园，墓园里安静清冷，飒飒的北风从耳际划过。                                                                                蒋慕承把鲜花放在另一束鲜花的边上，他也不是第一次来这里，上回到C城，他来看过他们。                                                                                苏韵跟父母说了一会儿话，告诉他们，她现在从