待他们走远，蒋慕承停下来，若有所思的看着她。                                                                                苏韵眨眨眼，摸不透他在想什么。                                                                                蒋慕承说：“苏韵，我们也可以的。”                                                                                苏韵不明所以：“？”                                                                                蒋慕承蹲下来，拍拍自己的肩膀，“坐上来吧。”                                                                                苏韵站着没动，她都快三十的人了，合适吗？                                                                                蒋慕承回头看她，催促：“快点啊，一会儿脚会蹲麻。”                                                                                苏韵还是踌躇不决：“四哥，我马上就29。”                                                                                “怎么看也是十九。”                                                                                苏韵抿嘴，忍不住笑。                                                                                蒋慕承又催了她一遍，苏韵才走过去，真有点不好意坐骑在他脖子上，坐好后，蒋慕承握着她的两只手臂，慢慢站起来。                                                                                好在苏韵不重，蒋慕承也一直健身，没怎么费劲就站了起来，只是苏韵开始害怕，头皮发麻，两手不自觉的发抖，感觉自己马上就要摔下来。                                                                                真是老了，心境不再一样。                                                                                以前可是最喜欢这样被高高举起，现在没有了胆量不说，还会害羞，有路过的人看她，她就浑身不自在，耳根发烫。