“我早已为你种下,九百九十九朵玫瑰……”歌舞厅里,有位号称是杨经理的男子,正搂着一位衣冠楚楚的女士,一路咆哮,声嘶力竭。 “那女的不是杨经理的妻子。” “那是谁?” “是他养的野玫瑰。” “I’ve planted nine hundred and ninety-nine roses for you ...” There was a man in the song and dance halls who was called Yang Jingli and was hugging a well-dressed lady who roared all the way and hoarsely hoarse. “The woman is not Yang’s wife.” “Who is that?” “It’s his wild rose.”