苏韵觉得不错，“我看行。”                                                                                其实蒋慕承也睡不着，他坐起来，打开灯，拿出一本法语书，翻开来读给苏韵听。                                                                                半本书读完，苏韵才迷迷糊糊的睡着，蒋慕承也读的嗓子发干，他看了眼时间，已经十一点钟，于是起床，开始准备给她的圣诞礼物。                                                                                苏韵睡的正香时，被蒋慕承喊起来，“宝宝，起来啦。”                                                                                苏韵揉揉眼，“天亮了是吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承：“没，十二点多了，已经二十五号。”                                                                                苏韵一个骨碌爬坐起来，“我衣服呢？”                                                                                蒋慕承给她拿来新买的礼服，苏韵摸了摸，“好贵吧？”                                                                                蒋慕承摇头，“不知道，我妈给你买的。”                                                                                苏韵心里甜甜的。关于母爱，她不知道是什么滋味。                                                                                蒋慕承帮苏韵把礼服穿好，他不得不承认，母亲的眼光比他要好，穿上去后，他自己都觉得眼前一亮，用美得不可方物这词形容也一点都不为过。                                                                                他亲了亲她：“小姑娘，去院子里吧，圣诞老人正在那里等你呢。”                                                                                “真的？”                                                                                “去看看。”