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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟踱到吧台边，每桌投来的目光都像在查他户口本和风险额度——“阿弟啊，侬账户里几钿啦？”他叫了杯苏打水，这种辰光脑子必须清清爽爽，一歇歇糊涂都不来赛。转过身背对全场，他从吧台后头那排菱形玻璃镜面里看反过来的世界，“哎哟喂，这世道，歪得跟我的运道一样。”Chen Wei ambled over to the bar, each gaze from the tables boring into him like an audit of his worth—"Hey bro, how much you got in your account?" He ordered a soda water; any haze in his head now would be a fatal misstep. Turning his back to the room, he studied the inverted world through the row of diamond-shaped mirror panels behind the bartender. "Damn," he muttered, "this world's as crooked as my luck."
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