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三久子生长在宣武门外的一条窄窄的胡同中的两间矮矮的平房里。而立之年甭说立了,还下了岗。三久子麻秆似的,瘦瘦的,牙齿被白酒沤得仅剩三四颗,一说话满嘴漏风。三久子回到家里是一天没闲着,整了一辆三轮,晃着膀子骑着车直奔前门大街。拉碎活赚不了多少钱,妙就妙在三轮车把上挂着个木牌,上面写着“介绍旅馆”。三久子揽上了一个活,一个瘦瘦的矮个子男人。他蹬车七拐八拐,像被风裹挟的落叶,在胡同中穿梭,问:“您哪里人?”
Three generations grew up in two narrow bungalows in a narrow alley outside Xuanwumen. The legislation of the year said, but also laid off. Three cucumbers stalks like, skinny, teeth were left won only three or four, a mouthful of leaks. Three-day return to the house for three days did not idle, the whole of a three-wheeled, Huang Guangzai riding a straight car to the front door. Pull broken live can not make much money, wonderful wonderful on the tricycle hung a wooden sign, which read “Introduction Hotel ”. Three long son embraced a living, a thin, short man. He peddled seven shuffles and eight shook, like windy leaves, shuttle in the alley, asked: “Where are you?”