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我跟他学开车快半年了,还从没见他笑过一回。每次出车,他手握方向盘,铁鼻子铁脸,神气过于严肃,嘴巴像上了锁似的,紧紧地闭着,我受不了枯寂的折磨,想找师傅说几句话,但刚一开口就被他的白眼封住了嘴。这个怪老头。真令人讨厌! ’ 那天黄昏,弯弯的公路朦胧地罩着一层淡紫色。师傅驾驶的一辆挂拖车,飞快地向前奔驰着。突然,一头受惊的猪崽横窜公路,刹车已来不及,那头小生命被车轮辗成了肉浆。师傅把车停在路旁,在衣服口袋里掏了掏,没搜出个啥,却下车将
I told him to drive a car for nearly six months, and I had never seen him laugh back. Every time he got out of the car, he was holding the steering wheel, iron nose and iron face, the air was too serious, his mouth was locked, tightly closed, I can not stand the torment of the lonely, looking for a master to say a few words, but just An opening was sealed by his closed eyes. This strange old man. Really annoying! ’That evening, the misty road covered with a layer of lilac. Master driving a trailer trailer, fast forward Mercedes-Benz. Suddenly, a frightened pig cub cross channeling the road, it was too late to brake, the little life was wheaten into a slurry. Master parked on the roadside, dig in the clothes pocket dig, did not find out what, but get off