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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟醒来时，嘴里还残留着昨晚廉价速溶咖啡的酸涩。但某种陌生的、灼热的东西在他的胸腔里搏动，像一枚误吞的硬币。他站在镜子前，系着那条灰条纹领带——他有三条几乎一模一样的——手指却停在了一个温莎结的半途。书就放在洗手池边上，封面上那个持枪男人的剪影在晨光中显得既荒谬又充满诱惑。他的人生算法突然出现了一个无法忽略的变量：欲望。不是对金钱，而是对“可能”。It was upon waking that Chen Wei found the sour aftertaste of last night’s instant coffee still lingering on his tongue; yet within his chest, something unfamiliar and feverish pulsed—a sensation not unlike a swallowed coin, warm and foreign. As he stood before the mirror, his fingers, in the midst of tying one of the three nearly identical grey-striped ties he owned, halted mid-Windsor. There, by the sink, lay the book, its cover bearing the silhouette of a gunman—an image both absurd and seductive in the morning light. Into the algorithm of his life, an unignorable variable had inserted itself: desire, not for money, but for the sheer, raw possibility it promised.
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