那年轻妇女满身污垢,和常见的走街串巷乞求别人恩赐的乞丐一模一样。她手上提着鼓鼓囊囊、皱巴巴的黑色塑料袋,里面不知装些什么东西。天快黑的时候,她站在我家门口。我把她当成乞丐,掏出几个硬币递给她。没想到被她拒绝了。“大婶,我不是乞丐。”她轻声地抗议说,脸上显得疲惫不堪。我惊讶地两眼直盯着她。一瞬间有一个不祥的念头闪过我的脑海,兴许她不怀好意,或者至少想惹是生非? The young women were covered in dirt and were the same beggars who begged for money from other people. Her hands carrying a bulging bag, crumpled black plastic bag, which I do not know what to put something. When it was dark, she stood at my door. I treat her as a beggar, took out a few coins and handed it to her. Did not think she was rejected. “Aunt, I am not a beggar.” She protesting softly, his face looking exhausted. I stared at her in surprise. Suddenly there is an ominous idea flashed through my mind, perhaps she is not goodwill, or at least want to mess with or not?