长隆之夜 眼前是半山的绿色,间或有灯光在绿荫间眨着眼睛,有执着的飞虫扑来,撞在我们身后落地的玻璃幕墙上弹落在地,有潮润的气息浮荡在朦胧夜色中。 我的脚搭在阳台上,龚松林的脚也搭在阳台上,身子惬意地靠在沙发柔软的厚壁上。夜是静的,耳朵醒着,在长隆酒店,我身边这位“乙级(联赛)球王”,这位新疆MM的新宠,轻轻地讲述着自己。 Chimelong night in front of the Mid-Levels green, with or in the blink of an eye in the shade of light between the persistent flying insects flutter hit the glass curtain wall behind us landed on the ground, the moist atmosphere of floating in the hazy night in. My feet on the balcony, Gong Songlin’s feet are also on the balcony, body comfortable lying on the sofa soft thick walls. The night is quiet, his ears awake, in the Chime-Long Hotel, my side, the “B (League) Kings,” Xinjiang’s new darling of MM, gently about himself.