我这里所要讲述的是一个苦涩的爱情故事,里面多少又有些甘甜令人回味。就好像一颗尚未成熟的果子,虽然酸涩,细细品尝,齿缝里倒也留下一股淡淡的清香。那天午后,我一如既往地坐在书房里写作。秋日的阳光从窗外射进来,铺在写字台的斜角上,室内一片温馨。我因空气中的暖意而有些困倦,几乎想去床上休息一会儿了。这时,手机响了,是一个陌生而疲惫的女人的声音“:是刘云老师吗?”我说是的,你是哪位?对方沉默了一下,然后声音低低地说“:说了您也不认识,俺是邱雨的老婆,俺知道你们关系不错。邱雨他走 What I am going to tell here is a bitter love story, with a little sweet aftertaste. Like an immature fruit, although sour, savored, the tooth seam also left a faint fragrance. That afternoon, I was writing in my study as I always did. Autumn sunshine shot from outside the window, shop in the bevel on the desk, a warm interior. I was a little sleepy because of the warmth in the air, and I almost wanted to go to bed and rest for a while. At this time, the phone rang, is a strange and tired woman’s voice ”: Is Liu Yun teacher? “ I said yes, which one are you? The other side is silent for a moment, then voice low to say ”: I did not know you, I was Qiu Yu’s wife, I know you guys are good.