我曾在一篇小说中写了我曾经的一个朋友,做了一笔大生意,赚了一笔大钱,生活由此步上康庄大道。但他阔了脸没变,常来找我聊天儿叙旧,我感激涕零。每次他走后,我都对妻子说,多好的一个人哪,发财了还记挂咱穷人。可是,当我买房子想向他借一万块钱时,他就像响尾蛇一样,摆了一个下尾 I once wrote a friend of mine once in a novel, made a big business, made a huge sum of money, and lived on the road to life. But he had a wide face and never changed. He often came to me and talked with him. I was grateful for it. Every time he left, I said to my wife, “How good is a person, and when you get rich, you remember to hang on to the poor.” However, when I bought a house and wanted to borrow ten thousand dollars from him, he was like a rattlesnake and put a tail on it.