那时青春太匆匆一九八三年秋,我大学毕业第二年,部里派我去重庆参加工业普查项目。飞机落入黄昏,歌乐山机场沉浸在柔和的暖调子里。当地官员温主任接机,他手中的牌子上写着“陈久”。我说,是七八九的九。他惊讶一叹,数字也好做名字?那是我头一次来重庆,傍晚的山城像差点儿走光的少妇,从里到外流淌着遮不住的风情。街头小贩的吆喝,四周璀璨的灯火,还有女人男人煽情的叫骂,每扇窗后都上演着恩爱情仇的传奇。我突然有种骚动,想一 At that time, youth was in a hurry. In the autumn of 1983, the second year of my university graduation, I sent me to Chongqing to participate in the industrial census project. Plane into the dusk, Geleshan Airport immersed in a soft warm tone. Local officer Wenzhu Ren pick up the machine, the sign in his hand reads “Chen Jiu.” I said, it is seven eight nine nine. He surprised and sighed, the number is also good name? That is the first time I came to Chongqing, the evening mountain town almost gone like a young woman, flowing from the inside to outside cover the style. Street vendors crying, surrounded by bright lights, as well as women and men sensational yelling, every window staged a love of revenge legend. I suddenly kind of commotion, think one