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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune这个数字在他的脑海里转了一圈，轻飘飘的，像一片落叶。一个微不足道的数字，在他的世界里甚至不够一次像样的商务宴请。那些觥筹交错的夜晚，一瓶红酒的价格就能抵过他半个月的生活费，而他曾经面不改色地签过无数次这样的账单。可此刻，这八百块却沉甸甸地压在他手心里，每一张纸币都像是长出了重量。而在这里，在这个灯光暧昧、空气里弥漫着烟味和香水味的房间里，它只是一小叠淡蓝色的塑料筹码。荷官的手指轻轻一推，它们就滑向了赌桌中央，无声无息，仿佛从未存在过。The number spun through his mind, weightless as a fallen leaf. A trivial sum — not even enough for a decent business dinner in his world. Those nights of clinking glasses and flowing wine, when a single bottle could cost half a month of his living expenses, and he had signed off on countless such bills without a second thought. But now, in this moment, that eight hundred yuan sat heavy in his palm, each bill pressing down with an unexpected weight. And here, in this room bathed in dim light, thick with smoke and perfume, it was reduced to nothing more than a small stack of pale blue plastic chips. The dealer's fingers slid them across the felt table, silent and effortless, as though they had never existed at all.
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