？只喝汤吗？”                                                                                “不是，跟火锅差不多，就是骨头汤的锅底，白汤，不辣，味道清淡，也是涮菜吃，要吃吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承说好，天冷了，适合吃这些。                                                                                只是没想到，会在这个不起眼的饭店，遇到本该在北京的人。                                                                                视线相接的瞬间，所有人都愣住。                                                                                蒋慕承下意识的伸手把苏韵半拥在怀里，说：“去打个招呼吧。”                                                                                苏韵有些木讷，被蒋慕承推着往前走。                                                                                傅明琰站起身，看着他们两人如此亲昵，她带着蒋慕承也来这家他们曾经来了无数次的饭店，心里悲凉酸涩翻滚，最后只能全部吞下。                                                                                在这个小城，这样的小饭店遇到，除了尴尬便没有别的。                                                                                傅明琰冲她笑了笑，“这么巧。”                                                                                其实一点都不巧。                                                                                苏韵瞥了眼餐车上还没有下锅的蔬菜和肉制品，有那么多，是傅明琰不爱吃的，却一直都是她爱吃的。                                                                                这些年过去，他的习惯一点都没改。                                                                                不管她在与不在，他点菜时，还是把她喜欢的都点了。                                                                                苏韵声音有点沙哑：“这么晚才吃呀。”