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上晚上十点,烟袋斜街熙熙攘攘,人车混杂,我的车是手动挡的,一辆破吉普,跟在人群后面,离合器踩得脚发软。往前挪车的时候,一个推销啤酒的小妹凑到我的面前,低头先给了我一个媚眼,说大哥来喝杯啤酒吧,我们的店就在前面的银锭桥边,有车位,我带你去停车。现在回想起来,当时怎么就会鬼使神差地听她的话,跟着她去停车的,任怎么想都想不起缘由来了,唯一有印象的,她低头给我抛媚眼的时候,我首先看见的,肯定不是她的眼神,而是她胸前汹涌的波涛。
On the evening of ten o’clock, the cigarette bag rampant street bustling, mixed people and vehicles, my car is a manual transmission, a broken jeep, with the crowd behind the clutch stepped foot soft. Moving forward, a young girl selling beer in front of me, bow down gave me a wink, that big brother to have a beer bar, our shop in front of the silver ingot bridge, a parking space, I’ll take you to stop. Now, in retrospect, when I was ghostly listening to her and following her to stop, I could not remember the reason why I could not think of the reason. The only thing that impressed me when she looked down and glanced at me was the first thing I saw , Certainly not her eyes, but the surging waves of her chest.