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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他低头盯着脚下的水洼，看见自己的倒影碎裂成几片，就像你刚买回来的青花瓷，一下子摔在地上。内心翻江倒海，嘴里却说不出一句话，只有喉咙口堵着一团湿漉漉的棉花。他想逃跑，但脚底仿佛被柏油路面牢牢粘住；想哭泣，又觉得一个大男人掉眼泪太丢人。人生啊，原本是一条笔直的南京路，如今却变成了七拐八弯的小弄堂，连导航都找不到方向。He stared at the puddle under his feet, watching his reflection shatter into pieces, just like that blue-and-white porcelain you just bought — smashed on the ground in one go. Inside, a storm was churning, but no words could crawl out of his mouth — only a wet wad of cotton stuck in his throat. He wanted to run, but his soles felt glued to the asphalt; he wanted to cry, but crying felt too damn shameful for a grown man. Life used to be a straight Nanjing Road, but now it had twisted into a maze of narrow lanes, where even GPS couldn’t find its way.
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