天才一秒记住本站地址：[海棠书屋]                http://www.yinengjituan.com/最快更新！无广告！                                                                                        苏韵怔了几秒,转身跑到卫生间门口，欲要推门进去，可门从里面反锁,推了几下没动。                                                                                她急着敲门：“蒋慕承，怎么了？”                                                                                里面没动静。                                                                                “四哥！”苏韵着急了。                                                                                还是没声音。                                                                                苏韵看不到他人,差点撞门。                                                                                “蒋慕承！”她连着喊了几遍。                                                                                然后,苏韵就透过玻璃磨砂门看到一个黑影从地上慢慢起来。                                                                                蒋慕承郁闷的声音也随之传来：“没什么，香皂掉地上了。”                                                                                苏韵：“……”转念一想,谁摔倒了想让旁人知道？                                                                                况且还是在洗澡的时候。                                                                                “床我铺好了，我在厨房，有事喊我。”苏韵没再多言，也没逗留。                                                                                里面咕哝了一句，苏韵也没听清他说什么。                                                                                她把耳朵贴到玻璃门上，想听听里面啥动静。                                                                                除了哗哗流水声,然后就是蒋慕承暴的粗话。                                                                                他本来就高,这一摔，也不知道伤到哪里没。                                                                                蒋慕承一边冲洗手,一边低声骂了几句。                                                                                他本来已经洗好,衣服都穿上了,结果要准备出去的时候出了状况,瓷砖湿滑,这拖鞋既不合脚又不防滑，脚下没踩稳…就坐到了地上。                                                                                蒋慕承在想是不是晚上把林樾踹到了水汪里,所以他的报应就来了,还来得这么快。                                                                                他最庆幸的就是刚才把卫生间的门给反锁上,要不苏韵进来看到那一幕,他这辈子大概都会有心里阴影。                                                                                打开花伞他又冲洗了一遍,擦干后把门打开一条缝：“苏韵。”                                                                                “来啦，啥事？”苏韵正准备用开水泡面吃。                                                                                “帮我拿衣服，刚才衣服不小心掉地上湿了。”蒋慕承面不改色的说谎。                                                                                苏韵假装不知刚才他摔倒，忙说好。                                                                                还好容纳袋里装的是两套备用衣服，从内衣到外套都有。                                                                                看到两件衬衫，她又突然想到，可以拿一件给他凑合当睡衣穿。                                                                                蒋慕承穿好衣服出来时，苏韵正趴在桌上等泡面。                                                                                蒋慕承拉了一张椅子坐到她边上，坐上去时，尾椎骨疼的钻心，刚才摔的那一下不轻，五脏六腑都跟着疼，好在没有皮外伤。                                                                                他咬咬牙，忍着疼，问：“有我一碗？”                                                                                苏韵坐好，“嗯，你要是不想吃，我给你叫外卖。家里几乎不开火，没有存粮。”                                                                                “就吃这个吧。”蒋慕承早就饿了，再等外卖也不知道也多久。                                                                                他对泡面谈不上喜欢，但也不讨厌，以前陶然吃的时候，他会尝上两口。                                                                                方便面是放在保鲜碗里开水泡的，蒋慕承随意问了句：“不是有桶装的吗？”桶装面泡起来应该要更方便一些。                                                                                苏韵看了下时间，已经差不多，打开碗盖，热气腾腾，属于泡面的特殊香味扑鼻而来，她这才说：“袋装面比桶装面便宜啊。”                                                                                然后指指他的那个碗：“你的也差不多好了，时间久，面会坨。”                                                                                蒋慕承吃着碗里的面，总觉得味道跟他以前吃的有点不一样，到底哪里不一样，他自己也说不清楚。                                                                                面是什么味道，他没记住，就记住了她那一句，袋装面比桶装面便宜啊。                                                                                这点钱，她都精打细算。                                                                                以前的日子，又是怎么熬过来的。                                                                                她知道她缺钱，可他没缺过钱，体会不到被钱逼的走投无路时的无助，是怎样一种绝望。                                                                                吃过面后，蒋慕承去洗手间刷过牙就回到苏韵的房间，这是合租房，他总觉得客厅里没有任何隐私，好像是缺少了莫名的安全感。                                                                                就是刚才洗澡时，也一样，虽然只有苏韵一人在家，可他总觉得这大门的钥匙毕竟另一个陌生人那里也有，万一人家突然回来了呢？                                                                                对他来说，这种感觉很糟糕，就好像是哪天别墅区突然没有门禁限制，你来我往，谁都可以随意进去。                                                                                或是公司突然没了安保措施，谁想见他就可以直接乘电梯去他的办公室。                                                                                他不得不承认，在这间合租房里，他很不习惯。                                                                                苏韵洗过澡后到厨房倒了杯温水，把外面的灯都关上，这才回卧室。                                                                                蒋慕承倚在床头，正翻看她以前买的一本杂志，闻声抬眸，“洗过了？”                                                                                苏韵：“恩。”                                                                                蒋慕承顺手把杂志收起来，盯着她的头发瞧了眼，“头发没洗？”                                                                                “洗了啊，在卫生间吹干的。”苏韵把水递给他，“喝点水。”                                                                                蒋慕承喝了一口就微微拧眉：“这是什么水？”                                                                                “自来水烧开的，将就吧，租房子哪里会有净水机，桶装水昨天喝完了，今天没来得及要。”苏韵也喝了几口，觉得挺好呀，能有什么味。                                                                                苏韵嗅了嗅鼻子，一股好熟悉的云南白药气雾剂的味道，她心里咯噔一下，他不会伤到了吧？若无其事问道：“我怎么感觉房间里味道怪怪的？”                                                                                蒋慕承还算镇定，指了指她床头柜的抽屉，“喷了你的云南白药，晚上我踹了林樾一脚，用力有点过猛，脚好像扭到了。”                                                                                苏韵心道，你的脚可真矫情，但是没拆穿，还问他现在疼不疼。                                                                                蒋慕承这阵子感觉好多了，之前刚躺到床上时，感觉尾椎骨和腰的地方还是不舒服，但也没准备喷药，闲着无聊拉开她的抽屉找书看，就看到了第一个抽屉里盛的是药，没想到还有跌打损伤的气雾剂。                                                                                他问苏韵：“这么多药，是不是哪里伤了？”                                                                                苏韵表情一滞，然后赶紧摇头，“没啊医生的职业病，不管住哪里，都备好各种药，有备无患嘛。”她还干笑了两声。                                                                                其实是刚搬到这里时，她提着大行李箱走楼梯，不小心扭到脚了，还蛮严重，一直打针吃药，十几天才好。                                                                                那些天同事都挺照顾她，就把值班室让出来给她住，省的她来回跑。那段时间，她最想的便是蒋慕承。                                                                                想着他的好，想着他被分手时的伤心。                                                                                但当初说出去的话就跟泼出去的水一样，没法收回。                                                                                她发了信息给他，说要还手机，其实就想看看他，但他说人在国外。其实她也清楚，是他不愿意见她而已。                                                                                蒋慕承叹了口气，勾着她的脖子，把她往怀里抱了抱，“还撒谎！药都是十月份的新日期，你又全部都拆了，一盒消炎药，现在只剩半盒。”                                                                                苏韵的脸埋在他的脖子里，一直都没吱声。                                                                                蒋慕承有些自责：“你就是两岁零五个月的心性，你说我跟你一般见识干嘛！”如果当初在江边，他没有转头就走，也就不会有这些事。                                                                                苏韵岔开话题，问他要不要上网处理邮件什么的，蒋慕承说周末不工作。她打开床头的台灯，把房间的灯熄灭。                                                                                房间瞬间昏暗温暖起来。                                                                                苏韵掀开被子，钻到蒋慕承怀里，他的怀抱跟被窝一样，暖烘烘的。                                                                                她趴在他的胸口，微微仰着头看他：“今晚我们聊聊天好不好？”                                                                                蒋慕承唇角一勾：“赤诚相见，盖着纯棉被聊天？”                                                                                苏韵掐了他的手臂一下，“跟你说正经的！”                                                                                蒋慕承也没打算今晚怎么样，这吱呦吱呦的小床和这不隔音的房间，还有不知道会不会半夜就回来的舍友，他有点心理障碍，自然也就没有了之前在车里的那股冲动。                                                                                苏韵算是自问自答：“蒋慕承，你知道我小时候最大的愿望是什么吗？就是家里可以安个空调，冬天进被窝的时候不至于冻得都发抖。”                                                                                “现在又不一样了，希望冬天家里也不是太暖，还是需要盖好几条棉被，睡觉时你可以给我捂被窝。”                                                                                但好像别墅里应该都是恒温，四季如春。                                                                                看他别墅里的植被就该知道，一年的温度应该没什么变化。                                                                                蒋慕承把她身上的被子又往上拉了一点，问她：“就像现在这样？”                                                                                苏韵点头。                                                                                蒋慕承说了句：“那还不好办。”                                                                                苏韵没听懂，“啊？”了一声，但蒋慕承也没接话，就岔开了话题，问她：“明天我们回别墅住，好不好？”                                                                                “这里很不习惯对吗？”                                                                                蒋慕承如实回答：“嗯，是有点。”其实是一点都不习惯。                                                                                特别是那个卫生间，他刚刚进去刷牙，都是小心翼翼，怕自己再滑倒。                                                                                这辈子，他好像还没出过那么大的糗。                                                                                一大男人洗澡在浴室滑倒，这要是传出去，他脸真没地搁了。                                                                                从小到大的记忆里，也就出过两次糗，上次是在咖啡馆门口被蒋慕平从车上踹下来，摔成那副熊样，这回，比之前还惨…                                                                                关键这回是没穿衣服…倒地的一个瞬间，那叫一个窝囊。                                                                                苏韵听他这么说，也算是意料之中。                                                                                她轻轻呼了口气，说：“我懂你这种感受，就跟我第一次去你那里一样。”                                                                                那种感觉直到现在都记忆犹新。                                                                                蒋慕承下巴扬了下，示意她说下去。                                                                                “我第一次去你家洗手间时，还没反应过来，结果马桶盖自动感应就冲洗屁.股了…吓得我赶紧站起来，魂都快被吓掉，那种马桶我只听过，自己还没用过。”                                                                                事后她自己都有点哭笑不得。                                                                                “还有你的按摩浴缸，第一回进去洗澡时，我研究了半天都不知道要怎么用，本来喊你帮个忙，那时你好像在书房，没法子，我又穿上衣服到床头拿了手机去到网上搜”                                                                                “在你别墅住的时候，每次吃饭厨师都要做那么多道菜，有的是我连听都没听过的，也不知道怎么吃，边上一直有保姆，我呢…也是死要面子活受罪，不好意思问你，看你怎么吃，我就学着你，你不吃的菜，我也就不伸筷子。”                                                                                “蒋慕承，我们之间的差距远不止这些。今天你也看到了，我的生活环境就是这样，一时间适应你优雅讲究的生活很难，但我也会尽量跟上你的步伐，如果中间我有自尊心作祟的地方，莫名跟你吵跟你闹了，你也原谅着我一点，好不好？”                                                                                说完，苏韵把头埋在他的胸口。                                                                                蒋慕承抬手把台灯关了，屋里一下子黑黢黢的一片，什么都看不清，只有彼此的呼吸声，他把她紧紧抱在怀里。                                                                                之后的时间里，谁都没再说话。                                                                                苏韵打了个哈欠，窝在他怀里，像条乖顺的小狗，不一会儿就迷迷糊糊的睡着。                                                                                蒋慕承听着她越来越均匀的呼吸声，知道她已经熟睡。                                                                                可他半点困意都没有。                                                                                这些年他已经习惯了安静的睡眠环境，但这栋楼邻街，窗户又不隔音，底下汽车经过的声音他都听的一清二楚。                                                                                偶尔还有一群年轻男女嬉笑打闹的声音传来。                                                                                已是深夜，这些声音就变的格外清晰突兀。                                                                                画面感特强。                                                                                他不知道苏韵是不是已经习惯，还是在她一个人睡的时候也会被这些声音吵的心烦意乱，更加睡不着？…                                                                                半个小时，一个小时…也可能更多的时间都过去，路上的车也渐渐少起来，但轮胎摩擦地面的声音还是声声入耳。                                                                                他大脑清醒的就跟刚刚睡到自然醒一样。                                                                                摸过床头的手机看了眼，已经凌晨两点。                                                                                他却困意全无。                                                                                于是思忖着该做点什么。                                                                                苏韵是被一阵阵快感给弄醒的，将醒时，她以为自己做了春.梦，还深感羞.耻了一番，后来感觉不对啊。                                                                                凉飕飕的。                                                                                她这才清醒，原来不是梦。就是蒋慕承。这人，伤了还不老实歇着。                                                                                “四哥。这里隔音不好。”                                                                                蒋慕承：“我知道。我会注意。”他太低估了这里的隔音有多差，也高估了自己会有多隐忍。                                                                                苏韵再次提醒，“四哥，你注意点！”                                                                                蒋慕承还是那句：“我不傻。”                                                                                苏韵：“”                                                                                之后，她耳根都发烫。这个人，亲的那么小心翼翼。                                                                                “蒋慕承！”苏韵捶打他的肩膀。                                                                                大概在凌晨四点的时候，也不知道是隔壁邻居，还是楼下的，或者是楼上的邻居，愤怒的声音在空旷寂静的夜里尤为刺耳。                                                                                “这特么的都几点了呀！还让不让人睡觉了！没完没了是吧！xxxxxx”又爆了几句脏话。                                                                                黑暗里蒋慕承干咳两声，原来还真的这么不隔音呀。                                                                                他跟苏韵说：“待会儿小点声喊。”                                                                                苏韵：“…”还不是他一直使坏，变着法子折腾她。                                                                                哪知道扰民了。