苏韵没接，也不说话。                                                                                “到底怎么回事？你怎么调到急诊了？”                                                                                苏韵也不看他，敷衍道：“没什么。”                                                                                “去外面说。”蒋慕承放下水杯，欲要拉她，苏韵却避开。                                                                                一室沉默。                                                                                苏韵又想到苏柠柠的事，说不定开口求他，或许能有一线生机，她站起来，“我正好有事求你。”                                                                                蒋慕承拧眉：“你说什么？”                                                                                求他？                                                                                苏韵朝着门外走去，蒋慕承紧跟其后。                                                                                还是湖边的小路上，凌晨两点多，这里格外安静。                                                                                他们面对站着，靠的很近，周围全部是他身上清冽的气息，她贪婪又绝望，因为这个男人再好也是旁人的。                                                                                苏韵几次欲言又止，有些话在喜欢的人面前说出来，既悲哀又荒唐。                                                                                蒋慕承面色沉了沉，还是执着问她：“你怎么调到急诊了？”                                                                                苏韵不敢与他对视，别看视线，看着昏暗的湖面，她没回答蒋慕承这个问题，因为无从回答，她自己都不知道为何就调到急诊来了。