“晚上好,老弟,”姑娘打了个招呼——用的是家乡话。她说着便在我身边坐下。我们是在加拿大的一家酒吧间里。 “我没钱,”我告诉她,话说得挺生硬。 “那又怎么样,”她说。瞧她那副满不在乎的样子,咱们还算远渡重洋而来的老乡呢。“我懂得什么叫爱情,”她说。 “Good evening, brother,” the girl greeted - with a native dialect. She sat down next to me. We are in a Canadian bar. “I have no money,” I told her, blurting. “What about it,” she said. Look at her way of indifference, we still countless fellow from afar off it. “I know what love is,” she said.