十三年前一个夏夜,在江汉平原那个叫董永的故乡的小城,米酒大楼旁边一个河南小伙子哭丧着脸,等待他的同事前来付饭钱:他想不明白的是为什么一碗汤面要收20元,他想明白的是他如果不付20元就会面临更尴尬的下场。那个小伙子是我。 Thirteen years ago, a summer night, in Jianghan Plain, the hometown of Dong Yong, a young man next to the rice wine building was crying and waiting for his colleague to pay for meals: what he did not understand was why a bowl of noodle soup was collected 20 yuan, he wants to understand is that if he does not pay 20 yuan will face a more embarrassing end. That guy is me.