小车站的候车室里,常见到一个斜眼的女孩。忘了从啥时起发现的她,至少该有三年了罢。人说,小时候“穿刺”留下的后遗症,呆傻。每天。她总是在这儿,扯住一个又一个人的衣角“叔叔,给我一分钱呗。”她常常得到怜悯。当然,也有训斥也有戏弄。她不汁较这些,仿佛一切都是她应当接受的。现在,她的索取升级了:“叔,给我五分钱呗。”也许她最终会涨到一角。“你会数数么?”有一次,给了她五分钱后,我问。 Waiting room waiting room, a common squinting girl. Forget what she found from Shashi, at least three years left. People say, a child “puncture ” left sequelae, stupid. every day. She is always here, grabbing one after another clothes “Uncle, give me a penny. ” She often get mercy. Of course, there are also scolding teasing. She did not compare these, as if everything should be accepted by her. Now, her claim for escalation: “Uncle, give me five cents chant. ” Maybe she will eventually rise to the corner. “Will you count? ” Once, I gave her five cents, I asked.