两年前,照例在某个文学的研讨会上见到了身边一文学刊物的编辑,握完手,寒暄了两句,双方似乎都有些疲惫,往日激情的晤面顿时消失了,交谈也显得有点多余。对视几秒钟,他突然冒出一句话:“你不写了?”我先是一震,慢慢总算回过神来:“啊,不写了。”“你好像也不写了?”他嘿嘿一笑:“没感觉。”我说:“你可不敢怠慢,现在负责刊 Two years ago, as usual, I saw an editor of a literary magazine around me at a literary seminar. After I finished my hand and greeting two sentences, both seemed to be tired. The past days of passion suddenly disappeared and the conversation seemed a little bit bitter Excess. On a few seconds, he suddenly came out a sentence: ”You do not write? “ I first startled, and slowly recovered: ”ah, do not write. “ ”You seem to also Do not write? “He Hey smile: ” I did not feel bad, now responsible for the issue