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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune陈伟的目光钉在那六枚蓝色筹码上——可怜、可笑的小塑料片。它们不再代表六百块钱。它们是他那三十二年循规蹈矩的存在的墓碑；是那面曾经笔直无趣的生活被砸碎的镜子；是他跨过门槛、踏入一个疯狂可能性的世界时，在门口付下的血钱。而它们，是扔在他直觉脚下的第一只铁手套。Chen Wei's eyes locked onto the six blue chips—pitiful, laughable little discs of plastic. They no longer represented six hundred yuan. They were the tombstone of his predictable, thirty-two-year existence; the shattered mirror of a life that had once run in a straight, boring line; the blood money he had paid at the door to cross the threshold into a world of maddening possibility. And they were the first gauntlet thrown at the feet of his intuition.
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