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早晨,我还在老金头的开水房内躺着,隔壁面馆的海荣像受惊的兔子一般窜进来,摇晃我的肩膀,一迭声地喊,城管捣乱来了,春哥救我!我姓李,名春,镇上的人叫我春哥,连六十多岁的老金头也不例外,搞得我像黑社会老大一样。黑社会老大抽雪茄、住别墅、玩明星,可我连个窝也没有,只有蜷缩在开水房内,好似一条无家可归的癞皮狗。我赤膊,趿着拖鞋,慢腾腾地跨出门,很响地咳嗽一声,引得面馆门外的四五个城管队员都伸长脖子瞅我。
In the morning, I was still lying in the old golden boiling water room, and the sea next door to the hall was like a frightened rabbit. I rocked my shoulders and shouted one after another. Urban management made trouble and Chun-chun saved me! Last name Li, the name of spring, the town called me Chun, even the golden old in their sixties is no exception, and made me the same as triad boss. Underworld gang smoking cigars, living in villas, playing celebrities, but I did not even a nest, only curled up in the water room, like a homeless skin dog. I was shirtless, fluttering slippers, slowly leaving the door, cough loudly, attracted four or five outside the Noodle Museum members of the tube are neck stretched out to see me.