苏韵终于回过头，眼睛红肿，她点点头。                                                                                坐上车，一路上谁都没再说话。                                                                                车里的轻音乐把他们带入曾经的年少青春岁月，那段不可磨灭的岁月里有欢喜，有眼泪，有成长，有伤痛。                                                                                能够回忆的时间总是太短，不知不觉，就到了医院门口。                                                                                傅明琰没下车，将车停靠，苏韵下车前，他又叮嘱句：“吃点饭再去上班。”                                                                                “知道了。”苏韵冲他挥挥手，便转身离开，再也没敢回头望。                                                                                傅明琰看着她越来越远的背影，一直都没回神。                                                                                她下车时，他很想问她一句：苏苏，这几年，你想我吗？                                                                                他还想问她，你爱那个男人吗？                                                                                最终他什么都没敢问。                                                                                因为他怕她不爱他了。                                                                                兜里的手机又震动起来，刚才在公园就震动了两次，他当时没心情理会。                                                                                傅明琰掏出手机，屏幕上显示来电人：袁颖。                                                                                他犹豫几秒才划开接听键，“喂。”