我和德北兄相识在鲁迅文学院的夏末秋初。四年前,我们在林语堂的故乡福建平和县,其实是有过一面之缘的,只是因了种种因缘际会,自始至终,都没有说过一句话。在没有读过他的文字的只鳞片爪前,我是听他读过他的这篇小说的。我们都喜欢喝点酒,在芍药居文学馆路的那个小院子里,我们经常会在一起小酌。几瓶普通的甚至劣质的啤酒,一瓶他自己做的辣椒酱,两根大葱,外加几片心里美萝卜。每至微醺,或高歌,或吟诵,我就是在这种氛围中初识他的文字的。有时他自己读, I met with Tebei brother in late summer and early autumn in Lu Xun. Four years ago, in Pinghe County, the hometown of Lin Yutang, we actually had one side of it. It was only because of various interdependences that we never heard one word from beginning to end. I heard him read this novel before he had not read his scales. We all like to drink some wine. In the small courtyard of the Pai Yao Ju Wen Xue Guan Lu, we often drink together. A few bottles of ordinary or even inferior beer, a bottle of his own chili sauce, two green onions, plus a few pieces of the heart of American radish. Every minute, or singing, or chanting, I was acquainted with his writing in this atmosphere. Sometimes he read it himself