抽着烟,歪着脑袋,眯着双眼的马丁,在和你说话时,就像是沉着而舒缓地踩踏着狐步舞的高手,却又于不知不觉中将自己退远成背景,而将谈话人凸显出来。有时,我会在和他的交谈中悚然一惊——仿佛兀然处身高阔的空间,两人坐在林涛山海中,耳边只有自己的声音噪噪聒聒,寒鸦乱飞。一时间,会因为自己的唐突和饶舌而突生愧意。其实,这可能是一位优秀编辑素养的 Martin, smoking his cigarette, his head tilted in his head, squinting his eyes, was speaking to you as a master of foxtrotting in a calm and soothing manner, but retreating himself into the background unconsciously Highlight the speaker. Occasionally, I was in the conversation with him in a jolt - as if in awe of space, the two sitting in the sea of ​​Lin Tao Shan, his ears only their own noisy noise, jackdaw fly. For a time, due to their abruptness and rap and sudden despair. In fact, this may be an excellent editor of literacy