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清晨七点半。北京南三环。赵公口长途汽车站。冬日的阳光如同细盐一样洒下来,临近春节,拎着大包小包的旅客们行色匆匆而过,汽车轰鸣,人声嘈杂。与汽车站一墙之隔的国网北京电科院里,树木苍翠,异常的安静。距离上班还有一个小时,段大鹏用饭盒端着碗小米稀饭,一边走一边往嘴里塞包子。穿着上,他和外面的行人没什么不同,浓眉大眼,工作装干干净净,很难让人想象这个只有37岁
Half past seven in the morning. Beijing South Third Ring Road. Zhao Gongkou coach station. The sun shines like a fine salt in the winter sun. Near the Spring Festival, travelers carrying big parcels pass by in a hurry and their cars roar and the voices are noisy. And the bus station across the wall from the Beijing Electric Network Research Institute, trees green, unusual quiet. There is an hour away from work, paragraph Dapeng rice bowl with a bowl of rice porridge, while walking into the mouth stuffed buns. Dressed, he and outside pedestrian no different, thick eyebrows, work wear clean, it is hard to imagine this is only 37 years old