北京炎热的六月初,我见到了温兆伦。在燕山大酒店的大堂酒吧里,他身着一套细致熨烫过的灰绿色休闲西服、白球鞋,戴一副黑边框镜,落座、叫茶水、开口发出第一个轻声的、听起来很随意的声音。之后整个的采访中,他的举手投足无处不在地传递着洁净。我的耳朵更是悄没知晓地跟随他进入了一个细 Beijing in early June, I met Wen Jialun. In the lobby bar of the Yanshan Hotel, he wore a delicate gray-green casual suit, white shoes, a pair of black rim mirrors, seated, called tea, and the first soft, sounded opening Free voice. After the entire interview, his gestures passed cleanliness everywhere. My ear is even less known to follow him into a thin