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一个没有风的夏夜,酒馆里的人都走得差不多了,老板娘百无聊赖地擦着酒杯,时不时看一眼酒吧里唯一的客人。他只点了一杯酒,却已经在那里坐了好几个小时。奇怪的是,这么闷热的夜晚,他却穿了件灰色的风衣,静静地坐在酒馆的一个角落里一言不发。感觉自己很拉风似的。老板娘暗笑。这时,酒馆门口的风铃响了一下,塔拉先生拖着疲惫的身子走了进来。塔拉先生的工作任务不算重,一般也不会感到累,
A windless summer night, people in the pub walked about the same, the boss rubbed the glass with boredom, from time to time to see the only guest in the bar. He only ordered a glass of wine, but he had been sitting there for hours. Strangely enough, on such sultry nights, he wore a gray trench coat and sat quietly in a corner of the tavern without saying a word. Feeling like a windy Boss smile. At this moment, the bell in front of the tavern rang a moment and Mr. Tara dragged his exhausted body and came in. Mr. Tara’s job assignment is not heavy, generally will not feel tired,