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2010年节后返京的火车上,我看到他眉头紧锁着,两只眼睛躲在大约一千度的镜片后面眨个不停,双手在笔记本电脑的键盘上飞快地打着字。周围的乘客偶尔会伸长脖子够着脑袋往他的屏幕瞅上几眼,随即又将注意力挪到了别处。两个小时后,大概是电用完了,他合上电脑起身去车厢连接处抽了一根烟,回来后竟又吭哧吭哧从行李箱里掏出另一个笔记本,继续奋笔疾书起来。他一言不发,神情呆滞,像是一个在闹市中打坐的苦行僧。如此这般又过了两个小时,他才对着坐在对面的我自
On the train returning to Beijing in the post-2010 festival, I saw him frowned, his eyes hiding behind about a thousand degrees of lenses and blinking his hands on his laptop keyboard. Occasionally, the surrounding passengers stretched their necks over their heads to glance at his screen, then turned his attention elsewhere. Two hours later, it was probably running out of electricity. When he closed his computer and got up, he smoked a cigarette at the connection point of the carriage. After returning, he even threw himself into his laptop and took another notebook out of his trunk. He did not say anything, dull, like a ascetic meditating in a busy city. So after another two hours, he was sitting opposite me