整个2015年,我都一直奔波在外,去过很多地方,到过很多城市,常常独自在深夜落地,深夜一两点,陪伴我的,只有天边冷冷的月亮,和行李箱的轱辘声。我每天白天开剧本会,晚上回家熬夜写剧本,还要在清晨五六点爬起来写自己的小说。一个人在异乡,只有每天穿着睡衣下楼吃面条的时候觉得热气腾腾。每次和父母打电话,他们问我:“你什么时 Throughout 2015, I’ve been traveling around, traveling to many places, traveling to many cities, often landing in the middle of the night alone, late at night one or two points, accompanied by me, only the cold sky moon, and the trunk of the reel. I play a script every day during the day, stay home late at night to write the script, but also in the early morning five or six get up and write your own novel. A person in a foreign land, only wearing pajamas go downstairs to eat noodles when steaming hot. Every time I call my parents, they ask me: ”What time are you?