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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune直到那个周二下午，公司的碎纸机旁躺着一本被遗忘的平装书——封面已经磨损，但作者的名字——伊恩·弗莱明——仍可辨认。陈伟，一个阅读菜单由《经济学人》和招股说明书组成的人，而非詹姆斯·邦德的冒险故事，却在那个下午被一种突如其来的莫名冲动所攫住。他将书塞进公文包，直到在地铁上才翻开它，那时他正往家赶；三小时后，独自待在公寓里的他再次合上书，心跳如擂。Until that Tuesday afternoon, there, beside the office shredder, lay a forgotten paperback—its cover worn, yet the author's name, Ian Fleming, still legible. Chen Wei, a man whose literary diet consisted of The Economistand prospectuses rather than the exploits of James Bond, found himself, on that day, seized by a sudden and inexplicable impulse. Slipping the book into his briefcase, he opened it only once he was on the subway, heading home; three hours later, alone in his apartment, he closed it again, his heart pounding.
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