唱歌的人

• 作 者: 沈嘉禄
• 出 处: 高中生
• 发表日期: 2015年28期
• 关键词: 拨客 萨克 上海话 骨面 会唱 看世界

在小店吃面,门外的风吹得紧,街上几乎是漆黑一片。吃到一半,门被推开,西北风趁机往我衣领里钻。三个小伙子,一个背着吉他,一个拿着萨克斯,一个双手甩着沙球就唱起了歌。他们先冲着一张坐满客人的桌子唱。那桌人在吆五喝六地喝着酒,菜盘子一个叠一个。但是这拨客人挥挥手,像赶苍蝇似的赶他们走。三个人来到角落里,两个中年人在吃馄饨,他们说:“你们唱也是白唱,我们没钱给你们。”三个小伙只得怏怏地走开。

In the shop to eat noodles, the wind outside the tight door, the street is almost dark. Half-eaten, the door was pushed open, northwest wind took the opportunity to drill my collar. Three boys, one carrying a guitar, one holding a saxophone, sing a song with both hands on the sandball. They sang first at a table full of guests. The table was drinking in vain and drinking, and the dishes were stacked one upon another. However, this wave of guests waving, like rush to catch them like flies. Three people came to the corner, two middle-aged were eating ravioli, they said: “You sing is white, we have no money for you. ” The three guys had to shy away.