路那么短,又那么长,所有欲言又止的故事,就那样飘散在风里。1崔明玉贤惠却不美丽,肚子里也没什么墨水,说起话来总是“那个,那个……”半天找不到词。这当儿苏时冯正坐在桌前改课件,妻子来来去去忙活着收拾行李,一面给他交代各种需要办的事,口中“那个”个不停。“那个什么,你倒是说呀。”他终于打断她,脑袋从电脑旁边转过来。“哎,我这不是一下子忘了吗?”崔明玉笑,她知道自己这口头禅。苏时冯眼珠子往一边斜了斜,表示对她无语。正要转过身去,崔明 Road so short, so long, all the story to be silent, just like that drift in the wind. 1 Cui Mingyu Xian Hui is not beautiful, there is no ink in the stomach, always speaking “that, that ... ...” can not find a word for a long time. This was when Feng Su was sitting at the table when he changed course, his wife come and go to work busy packing, while giving him account of all the things needed to do, mouth “that ” non-stop. “That’s what, you’d say it. ” He finally interrupted her, his head turned from the computer. “Hey, I did not forget it all at once?” Cui Mingyu laugh, she knows he mantra. When the Soviet Union Feng Yan beads oblique side to the side, said to her speechless. Is about to turn around, Cui Ming