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雨已停了,但八月夜里的空气仍然湿热。李欧波穿着睡衣站在窗边,默默咒骂他那台吵得要命,却又只会送出暖风的窗型冷气机。在镇的另一头正发生着一场火灾。他听着遥远的警笛,试着要确定它的位置,他猜是米尔路上那家购物市场中的某家商店。他庆幸自己不是消防队员。好一阵子他注视着云底映照的火光,把城市的彼端涂成橘红色。电话响时,他正转身要回到床上。“我是李欧波。”“组长,你最好来这里看看。”是佛来契的声音,有点太大声。
The rain has stopped, but the air in August night is still hot and humid. Li Ou Bo wearing pajamas standing by the window, silently cursing him that Taiwan quarrel, but only send warm air window air-conditioners. A fire broke out on the other side of the town. He listened to the distant siren and tried to determine where it was, and he guessed it was a store in that shopping street on Mill Road. He is fortunate that he is not a firefighter. For a while he looked at the light of the clouds and painted the city’s ends in orange. When the phone rang, he was turning to get back to bed. “” “” Leader, you better come here to see. "Is the voice of the Buddha, a little too loud.