她和蒋慕承一路上闲聊着，都是聊她小时候的事，基本上都是她说，蒋慕承听着，偶尔会打击她一番，比如，她政治总是考不及格，历史在及格线左右晃动。                                                                                蒋慕承又问：“语文呢？”                                                                                苏韵没吱声，岔开话题，指指路边绿油油的一片，说：“那是麦田，你知道吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承又把话题扯回来：“苏韵，你语文真比然然还差吗？然然每回都考三四十分。”                                                                                苏韵还是不搭腔，说：“蒋慕承，我累了，你背我一会儿呗。”                                                                                “先告诉我，你小时候语文有没有及格，我就背你。”                                                                                “蒋慕承，你怎么这么讨厌！”说着还踹了他两脚，气鼓鼓的往前走。                                                                                蒋慕承哈哈大笑。                                                                                然后他大步追上她，弯腰将她背起来，还在说：“语文考了三十还是四十？苏韵，你不会考了二十多吧？”                                                                                “蒋慕承！！”                                                                                                                                                                蒋慕承一直把苏韵背到小城的街区，气喘吁吁，跟她商量，“下来吧？”                                                                                “不要！”谁让他笑话她语文不好。                                                                                蒋慕承只好继续背着她往前走。