思来想去，还是决定将那晚的事和盘托出，希望得到他的谅解，毕竟她真不是有意的，不是居心叵测的利用他的知名度达到某种目的。                                                                                苏韵：【蒋先生，您好，如果方便的话，可以给我一个您的联系方式吗？我想当面跟您解释一下微博那件事。】                                                                                其实她也没抱多大的希望，毕竟蒋慕承那样的人是不会随便把联系方式给别人的。                                                                                随后，苏韵就收到了今晚蒋慕承的第二条私信，十一个数字。                                                                                盯着那一长串手机号码，她愣了半晌。                                                                                有那么一刻，她怀疑，蒋慕承的微博号是不是被盗了                                                                                静谧的夜，夏风吹过，但没有半分的凉快，还是照常闷热。                                                                                苏韵把十一个数字输入屏幕，看了又看。                                                                                最后按了拨打键。                                                                                话筒里传来声音不算小的‘嘟嘟’声。                                                                                周围草丛里还有清晰的虫鸣。                                                                                可苏韵什么都听不到。                                                                                只有自己心脏扑通扑通狂跳。                                                                                这心跳像孩子的两手随意拨弄的琴弦。                                                                                杂乱无章。