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圣诞夜的晚餐说好的大雪还没来。天上飘下零碎的小雪花,让路灯一照,显得漫不经心。男人走进小酒馆的时候,里面只有两个客人,一个有着纤细身材的俄罗斯姑娘在对着手机讲俄语,面前的餐盘里放了一大堆烧烤,却没怎么吃,空啤酒瓶子倒是占了半个餐桌。对面隔了几张桌坐着一位中国女孩,跟俄罗斯姑娘一样年轻,斜披了件白色的貂皮大衣,一手在按手机键打字,另一只手放在桌上,食指和中指间夹支燃了一半的香烟,桌上啤酒两瓶,肉串三五。
Christmas Eve dinner said good snow has not come yet. Floating under the sky piece of small snowflakes, so street lights, it seems careless. When the man walked into the tavern, there were only two guests inside. A Russian girl with a slender body spoke Russian in front of the cellphone and put a lot of barbecue in front of the plate, but did not eat much. Half a table. Across from the table a few sitting next to a Chinese girl, as young as the Russian girl, inclined to wear a white mink coat, one hand typing the phone keys, the other hand on the table, between the index finger and middle finger folder Half spent cigarettes, two bottles of beer on the table, skewers thirty-five.