也许写书的天生只能跟凡人打交道,回想那几年,当李光明爬上那个我所不知的圈子里之后,级差就让我跟他疏远了。偶尔在什么宾馆或是会场外碰上,他就说他太忙,连握手都是匆匆的。我在大街上跟他的车打照面远远多于跟他本人打照面。但在我写这篇小说时,他却跟我又热乎起来了,因为他才坐了几年牢回来,头上的光环剥去,又还原了他的常人面目。那时,他正悠闲地坐在县委县政府大院的门房门口,上身穿一件老 Perhaps writing a book can only deal with the mortal birth of natural, think of those years, when Li Guangming climbed the circle I do not know, the grade let me alienate him. Occasionally in what hotel or meeting outside the run, he said he was too busy, even the handshake is a hurry. I was playing with his car on the street far more than playing with himself. However, when I wrote this novel, he was warming up with me again, because he was sitting back in prison for years. The aura of his head was ripped off, restoring his common people. At that time, he was sitting idly at the doorway of the county government compound and wearing an old one