站在我面前的人,咋这么眼熟,莫非他就是违章受过处分上过报纸的石头,怎么摇身一变竟成了安全标兵?弄得我一头雾水。没等我开腔,石头呵呵笑了两声,冲着我说:“嘿!你不是煤炭报的孙记者吗?”说着,他伸出粗糙的右手,狠劲攥了攥。“怎么,不认识了,我就是石头,你不是采访过我吗?” Who stood in front of me, ye so familiar, does it mean that he was punished by the newspaper had been punished by the stone, how transformed into a security model? Confused me confused. Did not wait for me to open the cavity, the stone laughed twice, said to me: “Hey! You are not the Sun reporter of the coal newspaper?” Said, he stretched his rough right hand, grimly clutched grip. “Why, do not know, I am a stone, you did not interview me?”