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情人节的时候,雨还没有停。我坐在一间叫新人类的酒吧里,品味着暖暖的音乐和冰冷的啤酒。临桌的落地窗宽大而别致,一年四季都有水顺着玻璃缓缓地流淌,无论在酒吧里还是从街上看,似乎永远都下着雨。透过朦胧的水幕看着街上三三两两的行人和偶尔经过的汽车,我的心情竟也和这天气一样湿漉漉的。一个八九岁的小姑娘怀抱一大捆鲜艳的玫瑰不知什么时候出现在我的身旁,轻轻地叫我:“先生,买束花吧,今天是情人节,等会儿送给您要等的阿姨。”她楚楚可怜的样子里透出一丝机敏。“我不要花,我也不等人。”我冷冷地回答。“可是您一定在等那个漂亮的阿姨,我认识您。去年我第一次来卖花,您是第一个买的,就是送给那个阿姨的,而且后来还买过好几次呢。”我愕然。
On Valentine’s Day, the rain has not stopped yet. I am sitting in a bar called New Humanity, enjoying warm music and cold beers. The large, chic windows of the showcase have water flowing slowly down the glass throughout the year, and it seems to rain forever, both in the pub and on the street. Looking through the twilight of pedestrians and cars passing by on the street through the dim water curtain, my mood was as wet as the weather. A little girl, eight or nine years old, embraced a large bunch of bright roses and did not know when it was appearing beside me. Gently call me: “Sir, buy bouquet, today is Valentine’s Day, and I’ll give it to you later And other aunt. ”Her delicate look reveals a trace of alertness. “I do not want to spend, I do not wait for people,” I answered coldly. “But you must be waiting for that beautiful aunt, I know you.Last year I first came to sell flowers, you are the first to buy, is to give that aunt, and later bought several times.” I Stunned.