那一年,她病了,他用板车拉着她从镇上看病回来,路过一条小街,一阵好香的气味飘过来。他迟疑了一会儿,止了步,回头问:“你想吃油条不?”她摇了摇头:“不想吃,还有红薯呢。”她清楚,他的口袋里连一分钱都没有了,哪来的钱去买油条?他将板车拉到街边,泊稳,大步朝那个炸油条的小摊走去。她看着他在和摊主说着什么,她脸红了:天啊,他怎么好意思向人家乞讨啊。再睁开眼,只见他笑盈盈地举着一根油条朝她跑过来。她生气,扭过头:“我 That year, she was ill, he pulled her from the town with a trolley and came back, passing a small street, a good smell of smell drifted over. He hesitated for a while, stopped and asked: ”Do not you want to eat dough sticks?“ She shook her head: ”Do not want to eat, and sweet potatoes.“ She knew she had a penny in his pocket All gone, where’s the money to buy fritters? He pulled the cart to the street, parked steady, strode toward the stall of the fried fritters. She looked at what he was talking to the stall owner, she blushed: God, how he begged to beg others ah. Then opened his eyes, I saw him smiling holding a fritters ran toward her. She was angry and turned her head: ”I am