谁都会不由自主地注意到他那显眼的蓝色西装。他走路时,身子笔挺,步履稳健,眼睛看着正前方远处。他走过人行道上的一道道横线。 他来到路旁书报亭前,停了下来,却没有转身。他表情呆滞,宛若一个模特儿。他把手伸进口袋,摸出一块硬币,往柜台上一放,微微侧了侧头,瞄了一眼要买的报纸,然后才伸出手去,接过送来的报纸。他把报纸折好,夹在腋下,又朝前走去。他还是僵硬地挺着身子,目不转睛地凝视着远处。 Everyone can not help noticing his conspicuous blue suit. As he walked, he was very firm and steady with his eyes looking straight ahead. He walked across the sidewalk of a crosswalk. He stopped in front of the kiosk beside the road, but did not turn around. He looked dull, just like a model. He put his hand in his pocket, worked out a coin and placed it on the counter, slightly sideways, aiming for the newspaper to buy, and then reaching out to pick up the newspaper delivered. He folded the newspaper, clutching his armpit, and walked forward. He still stiff stiff body, staring intently at a distance.