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累了一天,终于下班了。换下社服,李芸的脚步格外轻快,踩着高跟鞋,从网点出来。虽戴着口罩,被北京人民戏称为“京尘”的PM2.5还是让她连连咳嗽。一抬头,她瞅见了马路对面的烤面筋小摊。“哼,雾霾都这么严重了,卖烤面筋的人还在这里放毒。”李芸愤愤不平地向同行的王红抱怨,在回家的路上,她甚至希望明天城管能出现在这里,把这个为了自己赚钱而使劲污染环境的小贩赶走。第二天,李芸一如既往地坐在柜台前
Tired day, finally off work. Change social services, Li Yun’s extraordinarily light pace, stepping on high-heeled shoes, out from outlets. Although wearing a mask, the Beijing people dubbed the “Beijing dust” PM2.5 or let her cough again and again. Looking up, she saw the gluten-spread stall across the road. “Well, the haze is so serious, people selling baked gluten is still here to poison. ” Li Yun indignantly complained to his companion Wang Hong, on the way home, she even hopes that urban management can appear here tomorrow , To drive away the hawkers who pollute the environment for making money. The next day, Li Yun, as always, sat in front of the counter