结束了三天的厦门之旅,我们搭上了回上虞的动车。天空飘着淅淅沥沥的雨点,却丝毫没有驱散空气中的闷热。旅途的奔波,加上已经好久没有补充能量了,我饿得发慌,可车上却迟迟不见售货车的影子。我大声嚷嚷着要吃东西,爸爸无可奈何地安慰我稍安勿躁。这时,我听到一个陌生的、带着浓重的闽南腔调的声音:“小朋友,要吃这个吗?”我扭头一看,是一位40岁左右的中年男子,就坐在靠过道的座位上。他正 The end of the three-day trip to Xiamen, we catch the motor car back to Shangyu. Floating sky lonely rain, but did not disperse the air in the hot. Travel around the corner, coupled with long time no added energy, I was hungry, but can not see the shadow of the car on the car. I cried loudly to eat, my father comforted me to restlessly. At this time, I heard a strange, with a strong voice of Minnan accent: “Children, want to eat this?” I turned to look, is a 40-year-old middle-aged man, sitting in the aisle On the seat. He is