八年前一个很晴朗的秋日,我坐在茹志鹃老师的家里,坐在那只临窗的旧沙发上。沙发紧挨着老师的书桌,沙发前面是卧床,再过去,靠墙是一排书橱。正面墙上挂着赖少其先生的书法:煮书。一个很普通的房间,很普通的家。八年后,这个房间唯一的改变是那对旧沙 Eight years ago, on a very clear autumn day, I was sitting at the home of Ru Zhijia’s teacher, sitting on the old couch near the window. Sofa next to the teacher’s desk, sofa in bed, in the past, against the wall is a row of bookcases. Mr. Lai Shaoqi hanging calligraphy on the front wall: cooking book. A very ordinary room, very ordinary home. Eight years later, the only change in the room was that of the old sand