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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune左边站着一个年轻人，可能还不到三十岁，穿着昂贵的连帽衫，头发染成了灰白色。他正全神贯注地摆弄着一部没有品牌标志的定制手机。他甚至没有抬头看一眼，仿佛陈伟只是一件无足轻重的家具。陈伟认出了他——或者说，认出了那副被科技媒体无数次复刻的标志性表情：一张对一切充满厌倦的脸。To the left stood a young man, likely under thirty, wearing an expensive hoodie with his hair dyed ash gray. He was absorbed in fiddling with a custom phone that bore no logo. He didn’t even look up, as if Chen Wei were nothing more than an insignificant piece of furniture. Chen Wei recognized him—or rather, recognized that iconic expression, endlessly reproduced by tech media: a face utterly weary of everything.
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