Finally, on the fifth day, my bike was repaired. I rode my bike to the stall, but I found that on a rainy morning, her business was very good, and many people surrounded her. I hold a dime and hesitate: return it to her, will it be laughed at by others, say I'm stupid, say I'm incorruptible. So, my bike passed in front of her and told myself to give it back to her as soon as she was alone. For a moment in the past, I was in the back.
一连几天,天气都很晴朗,我也一直没有机会。而我的心里,那种背叛、失信的感受却愈来愈强烈,那句“我相信你”如被三级管放大了似的愈发清晰,在我耳边回荡。眼里,她那亮了一亮的眼睛仿佛将我吞没。
For several days, it was sunny, and I never had a chance. But in my heart, the feeling of betrayal and dishonesty is more and more intense. The sentence "I believe you" is more and more clear and reverberates in my ear as if magnified by the third level management. In her eyes, her bright eyes seemed to engulf me.
那一天,大反常态。天居然狂风大作,雨点,夹带着雪珠,不断打在我的脸上,刺刺地痛。原本母亲不让我骑车的,我没有听。因为我相信,这是最后一次机会。
On that day, it was a big anomaly. It was windy and rainy, with snow beads, hitting me in the face and stabbing me. I didn't listen to my mother who didn't let me ride. Because I believe this is the last chance.
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