这是一则我亲耳聆听的故事。 招了招手,一辆红色的夏利停到身边。钻进车刚坐稳,憨憨胖胖的司机师傅劈头一句:“小姐喜欢足球吗?”口气像是迫不及待的足球推销员。“还可以吧。”我轻描淡写的话音刚落,师傅获救似地长叹一声,一把关上车上正在铿锵作声的收音机:“可把我憋死了,终于有人可以谈球了。”吓得道行不深的我连忙高挂免战牌:“你可别对我期望过高了,我充其量也就是一个伪球迷。” This is a story that I hear with my own ears. Waved, a red Xiali stopped around. Rigid car just sit tight, foolish Han fat master driver began: “Miss like football?” Tone like can not wait football salesman. “It’s okay.” I casually dropped my voice, and the master sighed and rescued him, closing the radio on his son’s clank: “I can suffocate, and finally someone can talk.” Scared I do not know the way I quickly hang up card: “You do not expect me too much, I at best, is a pseudo-fans.”