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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他将那八百元换成八枚蓝色的、面值一百的筹码。它们轻得没有分量，却又重如千钧。轮盘再次开始旋转，小球沿着镀金轨道逆向疾驰，发出令人心颤的嗡鸣。周围的赌客纷纷下注，将筹码押在数字、颜色、奇数偶数或是一组数字上。陈伟看着那些飞快移动的手，那些布满皱纹或戴着粗大戒指的手指，忽然觉得无比荒谬。He exchanged the eight hundred yuan for eight pale blue chips, each worth one hundred. They weighed nothing, and yet they felt heavier than anything. The roulette wheel spun again; the ball raced backward along the gilded track, humming with an unsettling vibration. Around him, gamblers placed their bets—on numbers, colors, odds or evens, clusters of digits. Chen Wei watched the hands moving in quick succession: some wrinkled, others weighed down by thick rings. A sudden sense of absurdity washed over him.
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