The taxi took me to a building. "Excuse me," I said to the driver, "don't turn off the meter. I will come back when I go to the company, and then we will drive forward." The
driver frowned dissatisfied.
"Maybe, wouldn't it be better to check out first?" he asked.
"No, no, I will continue to ride in your car," I said, "Look at you, don't you trust me? Do you think I will slip away?" "I didn't think about anything," the driver said, "what kind of There are passengers, some will slip, some will not..."
"Hey, that is to say, do you still think I might slip? That's fine... I'll bet my hat with you."
"Where did you go? !" The driver angrily said, "Why do I want your hat? I trust you... You leave the briefcase before you go."
"Ah, what?" I got angry, "Okay, I will leave my briefcase. Down. It’s just that you want to allow me to write down your license plate number."
"What are you doing?" The driver frowned, "Don't trust me? Do you think I will drive away?"
"I didn't think of anything. "I said, "There are all kinds of drivers. Some people like hats and some people like briefcases."
"Ah, what do you say!" The driver said, "Well, write down my car number: MT-40 -20. But you have to show me first, what's in the briefcase."
"Why is this?"
"So I don't know it clearly later."
"Look." I said angrily, "Here, there is something in it. Documents, books, electric razors. Your beard hasn't been shaved yet, your face is a bit swollen, your eyes are pale, and there is a tumor on your left cheek..."
"Are you remembering my appearance?" the driver said harshly. "Okay! I won't forget you either! Garlic nose, round eyes, asymmetrical ears... There is an inlay on the left..."
"Well, now that the matter has reached this point," I said violently, "just come to the formal! Here are my documents: ID card, pass, marriage certificate. Take it! You know, you are with me. Dealing with a decent person. Give me your certificate too!"
"Here!" He said, "This is a driver's license, a union license..."
We stared at each other fiercely.
"Listen to me," I suddenly changed. "Don't you feel ashamed?"
"How about you?"
"I am ashamed for the two of us!" I said.
"Me too!" he said, lowering his eyes, "take back your ID..."
"You take back your..."
"Please take your briefcase..."
"Thank you!" I said, " I will forget your car number: MT-40-20."
"Let us forget it!" he said.
We patted each other affectionately.
"Why would I think of you badly?" I said, "Your face is so cute, your eyes are gray, and there is a mole on
your cheek." "You are also very handsome." He said, "Great. Eyes and ears are clean. Be careful to protect your teeth..."
"I'll be back in a while." I said.
"Go," he said, "you're not here, I'm so bored..."
We smiled gently at each other, and then I got out of the car. When I reached the entrance, I found that the pass was gone.
"Damn it!" I thought, "That means, he still deducted my pass... nothing... he can't slip away... I also took a surefire way-I punctured his rear tire..."
( (From "New Humanities Reader" by Peking University Press) A
taxi took me to a building. "Excuse me," I said to the driver, "don't turn off the meter. I'll be back when I go to the company, and then we will drive forward."
The driver frowned dissatisfiedly.
"Maybe, wouldn't it be better to check out first?" he asked.
"No, no, I will continue to ride in your car," I said, "Look at you, don't you trust me? Do you think I will slip away?" "I didn't think about anything," the driver said, "what kind of There are passengers, some will slip, some will not..."
"Hey, that is to say, do you still think I might slip? That's fine... I'll bet my hat with you."
"Where did you go? !" The driver angrily said, "Why do I want your hat? I trust you... You leave the briefcase before you go."
"Ah, what?" I got angry, "Okay, I will leave my briefcase. Down. It’s just that you want to allow me to write down your license plate number."
"What are you doing?" The driver frowned, "Don't trust me? Do you think I will drive away?"
"I didn't think of anything. "I said, "There are all kinds of drivers. Some people like hats and some people like briefcases."
"Ah, what do you say!" The driver said, "Well, write down my car number: MT-40 -20. But you have to show me first, what's in the briefcase."
"Why is this?"
"So I don't know it clearly later."
"Look." I said angrily, "Here, there is something in it. Documents, books, electric razors. Your beard hasn't been shaved yet, your face is a bit swollen, your eyes are pale, and there is a tumor on your left cheek..."
"Are you remembering my appearance?" the driver said harshly. "Okay! I won't forget you either! Garlic nose, round eyes, asymmetrical ears... There is an inlay on the left..."
"Okay, now that things have reached this point," I also said violently. "Just come officially! Here are my documents: ID card, pass, marriage certificate. Take it! You know, you are dealing with a decent person. Give me your documents too!"
" Here !" He said, "This is a driver's license, a union license..."
We stared at each other fiercely.
"Listen to me," I suddenly changed. "Don't you feel ashamed?"
"How about you?"
"I am ashamed for the two of us!" I said.
"Me too!" he said, lowering his eyes, "take back your ID..."
"You take back your..."
"Please take your briefcase..."
"Thank you!" I said, " I will forget your car number: MT-40-20."
"Let us forget it!" he said.
We patted each other affectionately.
"Why would I think of you badly?" I said, "Your face is so cute, your eyes are gray, and there is a mole on
your cheek." "You are also very handsome." He said, "Great. Eyes and ears are clean. Be careful to protect your teeth..."
"I'll be back in a while." I said.
"Go," he said, "you're not here, I'm so bored..."
We smiled gently at each other, and then I got out of the car. When I reached the entrance, I found that the pass was gone.
"Damn it!" I thought, "That means, he still deducted my pass... nothing... He can't slip away... I also took a surefire way-I punctured his rear tire..."
