时至今日我也没弄清到底叫BB机还是BP机,我只弄清它有如上吊绳一样,无数个头牵在所有知道我号码的人手里。还是在1992年春,看朋友腰间不时发出嘟嘟声,忒羡慕!于是象发誓要养爹娘一样攒币子挂上。管他谁说腰挂BB机,后门先让秘,出去就打的。我就把它当作一件名牌时装追求拥有。等到我凑够了银两挂上已是秋季,众人不见有如锦衣夜行,大扫我兴。次年我便发现这种电蛐蛐已经臭满街。可谓工地掉下块 Until now I have not figure out what it is called a BB machine or a BP machine. I only know that it has the same sling as the countless hands held by all those who know my number. Or in the spring of 1992, to see a friend from time to time issued a beep sound, Intuit envy! So vowed to raise the same as father save money hanging. Who said he was hanging on the BB machine, the back door let the secret, go out to fight. I put it as a brand-name fashion pursuit of possession. Wait until I got enough silver hanging two is the fall, the crowd did not see like a nightclub, sweeping my hob. The following year, I found out that such electricity has been stinking. Can be described as site fall block