伟章就坐在我的对面。中间没有隔一条河,隔一座山,更没有我的家乡温庸成都和他的故园苍莽宣汉之间那么辽远。人生此际,岁月此段,我们之间只隔着一张极其简陋的小茶桌。这是在成都老城,旧时所谓满城地界,断头小巷焦家巷的坝坝茶馆。素以茶馆著称的成都 Weizhang sat across from me. In the middle there is not a river, every other mountain, nor my hometown, Wenyong, Chengdu, and his hometown so vastly wide between Xuanhan. At this time in life, this period of time, between us only separated by a very simple little tea table. This is the old city in Chengdu, the so-called Manchu boundary in the old days, broken door alleys Jiao Jiaxiang dam dam. Known as the teahouse known Chengdu