噩耗接到奶奶的死讯时,我正站在中越边境一片背阴的原始森林里,这里海拔两千米,离边界线三十多米,时值深秋,寒意随着夜色的加深剧增,冷风像一群蚂蚁,从衣领和袖口钻进来,扯开皮肤血肉,不断朝着骨缝深处咬噬。这是一次临时采访任务,是杂志策划依旧的一个专题。一个半月前,我和同事程新皓已经来当地的村庄采访过一次。几天前,接到村民的电话,说收草果的季节到了, Bad news received my grandmother’s death, I was standing on the Sino-Vietnam virgin forest, here two thousand meters above sea level, more than thirty meters from the border line, the time late autumn, with the dark night deepening surge, cold weather like A group of ants, drilling in from the collar and cuffs, rip off the flesh and blood of the skin, continue to bite deep in the bone joints. This is a temporary interview mission, magazine planning is still a topic. A month and a half ago, my colleague Cheng Xinhao has interviewed the local village once. A few days ago, received a phone call from the villagers, said the season to accept the fruit arrived,