那天，我去路旁一家小店买烟。店主是一位染着一头黄发的年轻人，穿着一件很时髦的乞丐装——是那种故意在布料上剪几个洞的牛仔服。黄毛见我进去，热情地迎上来问：“要点什么？”我说：“拿一条北京香烟。”他答应一声，从货架上拿出烟递给我，“3块钱一包，一条30。”我从衣 That day, I went to a roadside shop to buy cigarettes. The owner is a young man with yellow hair, dressed in a very fashionable beggar - is that kind of deliberately cut a few holes in the fabric of jeans. Huangmao see me in, warmly welcome up to ask: “What’s the point?” I said: “Take a Beijing cigarette.” He promised loudly, took out the smoke from the shelf handed me, “3 dollars a bag, a 30 ”I’m from the clothes