那天,天色不好。胡大海又来找我。可是,我该怎么拒绝他呢。傍晚的光线昏昧不清,空气中似乎蚊蝇成阵,这个满脸无后相的人说,“都第三次了,眼看着张士诚就快同意了。这时却突然进来一个人。”他背向门外,整张脸像一副铁制的面具。他等待我猜,和往常一样看上去没有耐心。我在想,自从那件事后,我只想着要远离 That day, the weather is not good. Hu Dahai came to me again. However, how should I refuse him? The light in the evening was faint and the air seemed to fly in mosquitoes, and the man with no face in his face said, “All for the third time, seeing Zhang Shicheng agreeing quickly. ”He turned his back, the whole face like an iron mask. He waited for me to guess, impatient as usual. I was thinking, since that moment, I just want to stay away