一直至离开,我也始终不知道他的职业。或许他是一名救生员,因为他总是第一个发现落水的人并二话不说地跳进海里。或许他是一名清洁工,每天黄昏,他披着一身金黄色的薄光,细心地把沙滩上游客留下的垃圾一点一点拾进袋子。或许他只是海边一家小招待所的老板。他的店子很简单:一块牌子,一张结账用的桌子,以及上二楼房间的楼梯。店里弥漫着 Until I left, I always did not know his job. Perhaps he was a lifeguard because he was always the first one who found the water and jumped into the sea without any problem. Perhaps he was a cleaver. Every evening, he was dressed in a golden light, carefully picking up the trash left by the tourists on the beach a little into the bag. Perhaps he is just a small seaside guest house owner. His store is very simple: a sign, a checkout table, and the stairs on the second floor of the room. The store filled with