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盛夏的傍晚,我在哈尔滨长江路的站台上等车。偶然回头,一张熟悉的面孔扑入眼帘——王蓓!对,是他!一副斯文的眼镜,依然架在那张清秀儒雅的脸上,还像当年在北大荒搞新闻报道时一样,充满活力。也许是第六感觉的作用,他察觉到有人在注视着自己。回眸时,竟意外惊喜地发现了在北大荒并肩战斗多年的荒友。一侧身就蹿了过来。紧紧握着我的手,亮开了嗓门:你这王胡子,从哪里冒出来的？我当然也不客气,一巴掌拍在他的肩膀上。指着他的脑门子,就是一通连珠炮:你还恬脸问我?这些年你跑哪儿去了,摸不着影儿,也没个音………一晃握别了十来年,话匣子一打开,嚯!那嗑就唠不完地唠……这一唠,竟然唠出了这位著名书画家的艺术情结。
In the middle of the summer, I waited on the platform of the Changjiang Road in Harbin. Accidentally turned back, a familiar face threw himself into sight - Wang Bei! Yes, he! A pair of Sven glasses, still stand on that elegant and refined face, but also when the news coverage in the North Wilderness the same year, Energetic. Perhaps the sixth-sense effect, he noticed someone looking at himself. Looking back, unexpectedly pleasantly surprised to find the wilderness Friends of the North Wilderness fought side by side for many years. Side of the body 蹿 came over. Hold my hand tightly, bright voice: you be the king beard, where come out? Of course I also welcome, slapped pat on his shoulder. Pointing to his foreigner, it is a thunderstorm: you still Tian face asked me? Where are you running these years to go, touching the shadow, there is no sound ......... Flash do not hold a decade, the chatterbox opened, 嚯That 嗑 chatter endless chatter ... ... this chatter, even chatter out of the famous artist’s art complex.