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一我是老板娘。他们来了七个人,三个摸枪的,三个伤员,还有一个护士。带头的我认识,乔山,他使了个眼色,我便把人给领了进来。向远处瞄了瞄,没人,关门。我问乔山,怎么把人带老娘这儿来了。乔山没说话,抓了一把桌上的蚕豆,说,三天。乔山这个人,我对他有种说不出的感觉,卢沟桥事变前,他常来茶馆坐坐,喝茶是假,来看我是真,这点是个女人都看得出来。我曾问,你喜欢我?他倒挺直率,有点。然后抓一把桌上的蚕豆,骨子里的喜欢。
I am a boss. They came seven people, three guns, three wounded, and a nurse. I know the lead, Joe Hill, he made a wink, I put the people brought in. Aim to the distance, no one, close the door. I asked Jo Hill, how to bring people here with my aging mother. Joe Hill did not speak, grabbed a table of beans, said three days. Joe Hill this man, I feel indescribable to him, before the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, he often came to the tea house to sit, tea is fake, I see is true, this is a woman can see. I once asked, do you like me? He is quite straightforward, a little bit. Then grabbed a table of beans, like the bones.