男人突然转头。                                                                                猝不及防的，苏韵狼狈的视线与他的目光相撞。                                                                                脚步就像被盯住一般，她怎么都动不了。双手控制不住的发颤，抖得餐盘一角汤碗里的菜汤都溢了出来。                                                                                热汤溅到她手面上，她都没感觉到烫。                                                                                十来米的距离，她感觉耗尽了此生全部的力气，走到餐桌前，她已经筋疲力尽，全身虚脱。                                                                                赵晶不明所以，笑说：“什么时候变的这么淑女，开始走小碎步？”说着替她接过餐盘。                                                                                给她介绍：“这是我小学同学，傅明琰。”                                                                                而后一脸骄傲的神情对男人说道：“这就是我跟你提过的，我们院花，也是我小老婆，苏韵，漂亮吧？”                                                                                傅明琰没有任何回应，视线一直落在苏韵身上，墨黑的双眸再容不下其他，像要把她看进心里。                                                                                一别快六年，没想到再见面会是在这里。                                                                                她变了，眼神里再也找不到当初青春年少时的纯粹与明媚。                                                                                又好像什么都没变，还是他爱的那个女人，美丽又温暖。                                                                                还是苏韵先回神，她的声音略微沙哑，说：“傅医生，久仰。”                                                                                傅明琰心酸的听着这样的称呼，那么多话哽在喉间，最后只机械吐出两个字：“你好。”