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穆斯林老人的微笑1945年的一个秋日,黄尘弥漫着破敝的兰州城。黄叶飘飘中,一辆载人马车沿街飞奔,得得的马蹄在沙石路面上踏出串串火花。马车径直来到东城壕北口,在一家低矮的面馆前停住。从车上下来三个人,两名青年拥着一位长者。长者中等个头,微胖,美髯飘飘,儒雅俊逸,气度非凡,戴了一副茶色很浓的眼镜。他朝前走了一步,驻足端详着眼前的这爿小店。小店很破敝,没招牌没店号,却食客盈门,吃饭的、等座的,挤得满满
Smile of the Muslims In the autumn of 1945, Huang was filled with shabby Lanzhou City. Fluttering of yellow leaves, a manned carriage flew along the street, got the horseshoe stepping on the gravel road surface string of sparks. Carriage went straight to the north entrance of Dongcheng trench, stopped in front of a low noodle shop. Three people from the car, two young people holding an elder. Elderly middle-aged, a little fat, the United States fluttering, refined elegant, extraordinary mannerisms, wearing a pair of dark brown glasses. He took a step forward and stopped in front of this shop. Shop is very broken, no signs No shop number, but diners Yingmen, eating, and other seats, packed full