以我就叫苏苏了，但我舅舅都喊我小韵，其实都一样。”                                                                                蒋慕承用力握了握筷子，好像吃错了醋。                                                                                轻咳几声后，“我还是觉得苏韵好听。”                                                                                苏韵赶紧靠近玻璃，在苏苏上面哈了一口热气，两个字开始模糊，她又写成苏韵。                                                                                然后回头问蒋慕承：“这样呢？”                                                                                蒋慕承眉眼间舒展不少，点头，“还不错。”                                                                                苏韵‘切’一声，随后眼神又流露出淡淡的悲伤，像是自言自语，“下个月就是我爸妈的忌日了。”                                                                                蒋慕承的心头一颤，转脸看她。                                                                                苏韵一时间安静下来，手臂支在桌子上，陷入回忆，蒋慕承低头吃东西，没去打扰她。                                                                                直到服务员过来加汤，蒋慕承说不用，还让服务员把火关掉。                                                                                苏韵这才回神。                                                                                之后跟蒋慕承闲聊：“你知道我爸妈是怎么走的吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承摇头，如实说：“我没查。”                                                                                “他们是jingcha，在一次抓.捕du。fan的行动中没突.围成功”说着她擦去眼角的泪。                                                                                “那时我才四岁，也不懂死亡是什么，估计当时都没哭，后来我就被舅舅接