跟F认识,完全是因为微博。大家共同关注了几个人,无意间就熟络了起来,恰好他要去湘西那边做义工,回程的时候便约我见面。现实生活中我的朋友比较少,尤其是能聊到喜欢的作家这样的朋友更是少之又少,也没想太多就答应了。在长沙生活了二十多年,对这个城市已经无比熟悉,我比约定的时间早到,十二月的长沙,阴冷阴冷的,把脖子缩在围巾里,一边不断搓手一边观望着周围的人群,猜测哪个才是F。等得无聊了,把视线从孤单对抗着寒风的路灯转到了摇摇摆摆前行的公交车,最后低着头落在鞋子 F know, entirely because weibo. Everyone concerned about a few people, inadvertently cooked up, just to go to do volunteer Xiangxi there, then I will meet about the return trip. In real life, my friends are less, especially those who can talk to like writers are few and far between, and did not think too much to agree. I lived in Changsha for twenty years and were very familiar with the city. I was earlier than agreed upon. In December, Changsha, cold and gloomy, narrowed my neck in a scarf and kept on rubbing my hands while watching the surroundings Crowd, guess which is F. Too boring, the line of sight from the lonely confrontation of the cold wind lights to the wobbling bus, and finally head down on the shoes