五年前,我在单位的走廊里碰到兰粟粟。她精神抖擞,穿一件黑色皮衣,走起路来生风,像一颗随时准备发射的子弹。那时我在总编室做行政,和她的第一次接触就是用扫描仪帮她扫图片。半年后,一次职称培训,我和她坐在最后一排聊天。她一面听一面点评,俨然业内资深、成功人士的意见让我频频点头。课间休息,我和她谈起我想过的几个选题,她歪着头,一手托 Five years ago, I ran into blue millet in the hallway of the unit. She was full of energy, wearing a black leather jacket, walked to the wind, like a bullet ready to launch. At that time I was in the chief editor’s office, and her first contact was to help her scan the picture with a scanner. Six months later, a job training, I sit in the last row with her chat. She listened as one comment, as if industry veteran, successful people’s opinions let me nod. Break between classes, I talked to her about several topics I thought about, she tilted her head, one hand care