这将是她这辈子看过的最美的风景。她爬坐起来，掀开被子下床。                                                                                蒋慕承听到动静，余光也瞄到她正朝这边走过来，他没有停下弹奏，也没有侧脸看她。                                                                                苏韵从身后环住他的脖子，把脸埋在他的脖子里，嗅着他的气息，蒋慕承停下弹奏，伸手将她带到腿间坐着，问她：“跟我一起弹？”                                                                                苏韵摇头：“我不会。”                                                                                她没有什么特长，也羡慕过班级那些可以弹琴可以跳舞的女孩，但她没有父母，舅舅的负担又重，她从来没有表现出她喜欢弹琴。                                                                                蒋慕承拿着她的手放在琴键上，“我教你。”                                                                                接下来的时间，蒋慕承教她弹了什么，她一点印象都没有，心里脑海里全部被他这个人占满，再也装不下其他。                                                                                她是何其有幸，遇到他，爱上他，而他也正好爱着她。                                                                                突然她肩膀不由瑟缩了下，蒋慕承贴着她的耳朵，“又走神？想什么呢？”                                                                                苏韵整个人向后倾，靠在他怀里，她转头，仰脸看着他，说：“想你。”                                                                                蒋慕承微怔，随即低头吻上她，将她抱在钢琴上坐着，她条件反射的搂住他，“不会坐坏吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承歪曲她话里的意思，意味深长道：“做坏？你需求得有多大！”                                                                                苏韵后知后觉才反应过来他话里的意思，又羞又恼。                                                                                蒋慕承与她抵着额头，轻声