那一次没有见到老同学 [小说]
想给丁欣老同学一个惊喜，不告诉他我的到来。我在途经绍兴的时候特意购买了一坛他喜欢的手工制作的纯粮绍兴老酒。离开高速，接近他所在的城市前，设置好GPS，就直接驶向他的单位。他是我同学中第一个考进公务员的家伙。
车来到他单位门前，银光锃亮的自动伸缩门开始缓缓地平移来了。我直接地驶了进去。这次保安真主动。上次，我出差看老同学，徒步走到他单位的大门。保安让我填表登记，不断询问，还很怀疑地上下打量我肩背的牛津手提包，纯棉T恤、浅蓝牛仔裤和旅游鞋。他好像很不情愿似地为我打开了电动门，留一条缝，仅能让我侧身而进。
我停车后，站在车旁，就给老同学办公室打电话了。一个嗡声嗡气的女人，说了声：“不在这了！”就啪地搁下了电话。我想询问丁欣近况的机会也没有。
我向巍峨的办公大楼走去，宽敞的门厅里摆设着各色鲜艳的花盆，花岗岩地面上人行道上铺设着干净而淡红的地毯。遇到了一个年长的人，我礼貌地打招呼，询问丁欣。他说，丁欣调走了。
我退了出来，直接打同学手机。“老同学，我在你的局里呢！”电话那头，声音有点杂乱，丁欣：“我调到了乡下，现在在路上。”我本能地问：“你怎么到乡下去工作？”一阵沉默，手机上传来繁杂的背景声音。“直说吧，我得罪了一个女人……”声音变轻而中断，嘶嘶声之后，又正常了：“我不知道那里有她的各种亲戚，局里会计是，副局长是，书记也是……”声音突然消失。手机嘟地自己退出通话。是信号太弱。再拨打，还是不通。
我把车开到门卫停了下来。从车窗上扔出两包硬壳“中华”给两个保安。他俩立刻点头哈腰，开门让道。在我的吩咐下，他们到我后备车箱搬下绍兴老酒，把酒存放在门卫。我拜托他们，麻烦转交给同学小丁。他俩很高兴地搬了进去。
驶出大门，我再次联络丁欣。不通。就发了个短信息：“局里门卫处有坛酒，我带来送给老同学。请自己去取一下。”打开音乐，Maria Arredondo演唱的Cross Every River在车内悠扬地回荡：
As I sit here all quiet
Wonder why we’re apart
And the noise from the city
Cuts a hole thru the dark
As the nighttime is falling
And the day flies away
Can you hear me I’m calling
Can you hear me, I say
That I would cross every river
I would sail every sea
I would climb every mountain
If it could bring you back to me
I would part every ocean
I would catch every star
I would cross every river
To be right were you are
Baby lower your shoulder
And relax for a while
You’ve been running for ages
You have run all your life
But you know there will always
Be a part of you here
So wherever life takes you
You will always be near
And I would cross every river
I would sail every sea
I would climb every mountain
If it could bring you back to me
I would part every ocean
I would catch every star
I would cross every river
To be right were you are
Many things I should have done
Many miles I should have run
Many fights I should have won
And if the starts fall down tonight
And all is lost no hope in sight
I’ll think of you and I’m all right
And I would cross every river
I would sail every sea
I would climb every mountain
If it could bring you back to me
I would part every ocean
I would catch every star
I would cross every river
To be right were you are....
像散文不像小说 感觉是个随笔。难道是连载？
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