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2010年,是我在上海读研究生的第二年。时逢世博会,那阵子,隔三差五我就要接待来上海游玩、逛世博园的老家友人、大学同学。一日午后,无所事事的我接到大学同学老张的电话,他告我说他已于昨日到上海。我问他是来看世博会的吧,他苦笑说,哪儿有那闲工夫,我来上海出差,正事忙完,晚上乘飞机返京,看你这会儿是否有空,这么些年没见,出来坐坐,聊一聊天。我约老张在他酒店附近的一家咖啡馆见。老同学相见,聊得最多的还是读书时的趣事。一杯咖啡喝完,老张忽然问我,你现在还写小说吗?我说偶尔兴起了写一篇自娱自乐。听了我的回答,疲惫的老张略显兴奋,他身子前倾对我说,你曾说你会写我和苏婷婷的故事,写了没?我愣住,老张点烟,
2010 is the second year I was studying for a graduate student in Shanghai. When the Expo every day, that time, every few seconds I will have to come to Shanghai to play, visit the Expo home friends, college students. One afternoon in the afternoon, I got a phone call from college classmate Zhang, who told me that he had arrived in Shanghai yesterday. I asked him to see the World Expo, he said with a wry smile, where I was busy, I am on a business trip to Shanghai. I am busy with work. I am flying back to Beijing at night to see if you are free now. Sit, chat. I met Mr. Zhang in a cafe near his hotel. Old classmates meet, most talked about when reading or interesting. After drinking a cup of coffee, Zhang suddenly asked me, do you still write novels now? I say occasionally arisen to write an entertaining. Listened to my answer, tired of Zhang slightly excited, he leaned forward to me, you said you would write me and Su Tingting’s story, did you write? I stared, Zhang smoke,