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“你好,请问你想点什么歌?”老先生用略带俏皮的眼神看我。“呃……”我一时语塞,不知如何回答。这段再平常不过的对话,不是在歌厅,也不是在舞厅,更不在酒吧,而是你万万想不到的出租车上。没锚,就是那种四个轮子在路上跑的,每天忙忙碌碌地在钢铁森林里穿梭的出租车。四年前,我刚来这座城市不久,与朋友聚会,在市中心疯玩到半夜两点多。我拖着疲惫的身体,告别了朋友们。夜深了,除了打车回家,别无选择。可谁想到,刚一坐上
“Hello, what song do you want to order? ” The old man looked at me with a slightly playful look. “Uh ... ” I am speechless, I do not know how to answer. This is not the usual dialogue, not in the karaoke bar, not in the ballroom, not in the bar, but you never expected on a taxi. No anchor, is the kind of four wheels running on the road, every day busy in the steel forest shuttle taxi. Four years ago, when I first came to the city, I had a party with friends and spent more than two in the middle of the night in city center. I dragged my tired body, bid farewell to my friends. Late at night, except taxi home, no choice. Who can think of, just sit on