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When the bus is waiting, ask O'Henry in English+Chinese.

While the bus is waiting.

While the car is waiting

O. Henry

At dusk, the girl in gray came to a quiet corner of the small park again. She wrote it on the bench and began to read. After an hour and a half, she can still read the words in the book.

I repeat: her dress is gray. It's quite monotonous, but the style is elegant and suits me very well. A veil with a big hole covered her hat and face. Her face was quiet, and a natural beauty was inadvertently revealed. She came here yesterday and the day before yesterday at the same time; There is one person who knows this.

He is a young man, waiting nearby. His patience was rewarded. The girl was about to turn a page when the book slipped from her fingertips and landed a yard away from the bench.

The young man summoned up the courage to pick up the book and return it to its owner. His face is full of enthusiasm and expectation. He ventured to say a simple word about the weather in a pleasant tone-this introductory topic caused many misfortunes in the world-and then stood aside and waited for his fate.

The girl looked at him casually. He wears ordinary clothes, but he is neat and has no special expression on his face.

"If you like, please sit down." She said it was a complete and gentle contralto, "I'm glad you did it. This light is not suitable for reading. I prefer to talk. "

He sat down next to her politely.

"Do you know," he said, which is the usual practice for gentlemen on park benches to meet, "that you are the most beautiful girl I have seen for a long time? I noticed you yesterday. Someone is fascinated by your beautiful eyes, do you know, azalea? "

"No matter who you are," the girl said coldly, "you should never forget that I am a lady. I can forgive what you just said. Undoubtedly, this is not a rare mistake in your class. I invite you to sit down, but if my invitation makes me your little azalea, then I withdraw my invitation. "

"I sincerely beg you to forgive me," pleaded the young man. "It's my fault, you know-I mean, there are some girls in the park, you know-I mean, of course, you don't understand, but-"

"Well, please don't mention it. Of course I understand. Now, tell me about these people. They come and go, gathering and dispersing on the road. Where are they going? Why is everyone in such a hurry? Are they happy? "

The young man couldn't guess the role he should play. "It's fun to watch them." He replied: "This is a wonderful drama of life. Some people run to eat, others go-er-somewhere else. Everyone wants to know about their past. "

"I don't want to," said the girl. "I'm not so curious. Only by coming here and sitting here can I feel the great and ordinary heartbeat of mankind. I have never felt such a blow in my life. Do you know why I am chatting with you? Sir? "

"My name is Parken Starc." The young man said that he looked eager and full of expectations.

"No, don't ask my name." The girl said, holding up her slender fingers and smiling, "you can recognize it right away." It's impossible to keep your name from appearing in the newspaper, even in photos. This veil and my maid's hat disguise my identity. You should have seen the driver's face when he stared at you. He thought I didn't see it. To tell the truth, there are five or six famous families. Unfortunately, I was born in one of them. The reason why I chat with you, Mr. stech Potter-"

"This is Parken Starc." The young man corrected and looked humble.

"Mr. Parker Stark, because I want to, just once, talk to an ordinary person-a person who is not corroded by money and pretentious social superiority. Oh, you have no idea how tired I am-money, money, money! Those who are true or false are all dancing dolls from the same mold. I'm completely tired of playing, jewelry, socializing and all the luxuries. "

"I often think," the young man whispered hesitantly, "money must be a good thing."

"Money that can satisfy a comfortable life is good. But when you have millions, "she concluded in a desperate manner," it's boring. " She went on to say, "It's really boring. Going for a ride, having lunch, going to the theatre, dancing, and eating exudes a luxurious atmosphere everywhere. Sometimes listening to the ice cubes jingling in my champagne makes me feel crazy. "

Mr. Parken Staercke seems very interested.

"I've always liked," he said, "reading or listening to people say how the fashionable rich people live. I think I am a bit snobbish, but I like to always have accurate and reliable information. I always thought champagne was frozen in a bottle, not adding ice cubes to the glass. "

The girl is very happy. Her laughter is as beautiful as music.

"You should know," she patiently explained, "that in our useless class, we are always looking forward to some new fun. Putting ice cubes in champagne is also a recent trend. The founder was a Tatar prince who was having dinner in waldorf. But it will soon have to give way to other new ways. Just this week, at the banquet on Madison Avenue, there was an extra green glove next to each plate, which the guests wore when eating olives. "

"I understand," the young man humbly admitted, "that the unique entertainment in these circles will not be known to the public."

"Sometimes," the girl continued, leaning slightly in response to his humble attitude, "I always feel that I might fall in love with a man with a low status, who loves to work instead of doing nothing all day. But there is no doubt that the demand for rank and wealth will be stronger than my ideal. Why should I tell you this? Mr. Paken Staercke? "

"Paken Starc" The young man sighed and said, "I really appreciate your trust. Really, you know. "

The girl looked at his expression calmly and indifferently, which coincided with the disparity in their status.

"What do you do, Mr. Parken Stark?" She asked.

"My job is very humble. But I hope to get ahead in society. You just said that you would fall in love with a person in a humble position. Are you serious? "

"I said, but I said maybe. There is a grand duke and a marquis, both of whom are pursuing me. However, as long as I like it, it doesn't matter if my status is low. "

"I," Parken Starc said seriously, "work in a restaurant."

The girl flinched slightly.

"Is it a waiter?" She said almost imploringly, "Labor is glorious, but-serving others, you know, attendants and-"

"I'm not a waiter, I'm an accountant. I'm on the street opposite them, just opposite the park. There is a shiny sign that says "restaurant". -I'm the accountant of the restaurant you saw. "

The girl glanced at the small watch embedded in the bracelet on her left wrist and stood up quickly. She stuffed the book into a shiny handbag, but the book was too big for the handbag.

"Why don't you work now?" She asked.

"I work the night shift." The young man said, "There is still an hour before I go to change shifts." Can we meet again? "

"I don't know. Maybe-but I shouldn't have this strange idea anymore. I have to go. There's a dinner party to go to, and I have to go to the box to see the play-and then, alas! Same old story. You may have noticed the car when you came to the park. The corner is white. "

"Are the wheels red?" The young man frowned thoughtfully and asked.

"Yes, I have been with that. Pierre is waiting for me. He thought I went shopping in the mall at the other end of the square. Think about this life, even your own driver will cheat. Good night. "

"But it's dark now," Paken Staercke said. "There are many rude guys in the park. Can I-"

"If you have the slightest respect for my wishes," the girl said firmly, "please leave after I leave for ten minutes. I don't mean to accuse you, but you may know that cars usually have the initials of the owner. I wish you good night again. "

She stood up solemnly, left quickly and stepped into the night. The young man watched her graceful figure walk to the sidewalk outside the park and turned to the corner to listen to the sound of the car. Then he stood up and sneaked, but he did not hesitate to take a parallel route along the trees and bushes, while firmly locking her sight.

When she came to the corner, she looked back at the car, then walked past it and crossed the side street. The young man hid behind a parked taxi and watched her closely. Along the sidewalk across the street from the park, she walked into the restaurant with flashing signs. This is one of the most striking buildings. It is white and decorated with glass. You can eat very cheaply here. The girl went into the restaurant, ran somewhere inside, and soon came out again, this time without a hat and veil.

The accountant's desk is in front of the shop. A girl with red hair climbed down from the stool and looked at the eye clock. The girl in gray climbed into the seat.

The young man put his hand into his pocket and slowly returned to the sidewalk. At the corner, his foot touched a small paperback book. The beautiful cover made him recognize that this was the book that the girl was reading. He picked it up and glanced at the title. It was Stevenson's Adventures in Arabia. He threw it on the grass, stood and hesitated for a moment, then got into the car, leaned on the mat and spat at the driver:

"The club, Henry."

A car with a short waiting time

Waiting car

O Henry

At dusk, the girl in a gray coat came to a quiet corner of the small park. She sat down on a bench and began to read. In this hour and a half, she can still see the words on the book.

Repeat: Her dress is gray. It's quite monotonous, elegant in style and fit. A big hole in the veil covered her hat and face. She has a quiet face, a natural beauty that is inadvertently revealed. She just came here at the same time yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and some people know this.

He is a young man, waiting nearby. His patience was rewarded. The girl was about to turn the page when the book fell from her finger and landed a yard away from the foot of the bench.

The young man got up the courage, picked up the book and returned it to its owner. His face was full of humility and expectation. He ventured a simple sentence about the weather in a pleasant tone-this somewhat introductory topic led to many misfortunes in the world-and then stood there, waiting for his fate.

The girl looked at him casually. He was dressed in plain clothes, but he was sloppy and had no special expression on his face.

"If you like, please sit down." She said that it was a full and gentle alto, "I'm glad you did. This light is not suitable for reading. I prefer to talk to it. "

He sat down politely next to her.

"You know," he said, which is a standard routine when gentlemen meet on park benches, "are you the most beautiful girl I have seen for a long time? I noticed you yesterday. Someone swept his beautiful eyes, do you know, azalea? "

"No matter who you are," the girl said coldly. "I should not forget that I am a lady. I can forgive your kind words just now. There is no doubt that this is not a rare mistake in your class. I invite you to sit down, but if my invitation turns me into your little cuckoo flower, then I accept my invitation. "

"I sincerely beg your forgiveness," pleaded the young man. "It's my fault, you know—I mean, there are some girls in the park, you know—I mean, of course you don't understand, but—"

"Okay, please don't mention it. Of course I understand. Now, tell me about these people, the season when they come and go and get together-a worn-out road. Where are they going? Why so soon? Are they happy? "

The young man couldn't guess that he should play the role. "It's interesting to watch them." He replied, "This is a wonderful life drama. Some people are in a hurry to eat, while others want to-er-go somewhere else. Everyone wants to clarify their past. "

"I don't want to," the girl said. "I'm not that curious. Only by coming here and sitting here can I feel the great and ordinary human heartbeat. But in life, I can never feel such a beating. Do you know why I am chatting with you? Sir? "

"My name is Parkenstock," said the young man, who looked eager and full of expectations.

"No, don't ask my name." The girl said, raised her slender fingers and smiled. "You can recognize it right away. It is impossible to have their names published in the newspaper, even in photos. This veil and my maid's hat hide my identity. You should have seen the driver's stare when he thought I didn't see it. To be honest, there are five or six prominent families, but unfortunately, I was born in one of them. I'm chatting with you, Mr Steven Teckport-"

"Pawokenstock." The young man corrected, looking humble.

",Mr Parker Teck, because I think, once, and an ordinary person-a person who is not eroded by money, shelf and social superiority-talk. Oh, don't you know how tired I am-money, money, money! My authenticity is the same as those dancing dolls made in the same mold. I'm completely tired of entertainment, jewelry, socializing, all the expensive things. "

"I often think," the young man hesitated and whispered, "money must be a good thing."

"The money that can satisfy a comfortable life is already very good. But when you have millions-"she made a gesture of despair and finished this sentence," it will be completely boring. "She went on to say," It's really boring. Cars, lunches, theatres, dances and dinners all smell of luxury. Sometimes when I listen to the ice cubes jingling in my champagne, I feel like I'm going crazy. "

Mr. Parken Teke seems very interested.

"I've always liked," he said, "to study, or to hear people say how fashionable and rich life is. I think I am a bit of a real snob, but I like to always have accurate and reliable information. I always thought champagne was frozen in a bottle, not with ice. "

Happy girl. Her laughter is as charming as music.

"You should know," she explained and said patiently, "that in our useless class, we always want some fun to update the cycle. The champagne ice has only recently come up. One of them was the Prince Tatar, who was having dinner in waldorf. But it will soon have to give way to other new ways. At this week's banquet on Madison Avenue, every dish has a pair of green gloves for guests to wear when eating olives. "

"I know," the young man humbly admitted, "that the unique entertainment in these circles will not be known to the public."

"Sometimes," the girl responded to Shen Qian's slightly humble attitude and continued, "I always feel that they may fall in love with a man with low status. He likes working rather than doing nothing. But there is no doubt that wealth has a stronger demand for rank and rank than my ideal. Why should I tell you this? -Mr Padme Patokentech? "

"Palma Kenstek." The young man took a deep breath and said, "I thank you for your trust. Really. You know. "

The girl looked at him, her expression was calm and indifferent, which coincided with their position in the disparity.

"What do you do, Mr. Parkenstock?" She asked.

"My job is very humble. But I hope to thrive in society. You just said that you would fall in love with a humble position. Are you serious? "

"I mean, but I said' maybe'. There is a grand duke and a marquis, pursuing me. However, make trouble, as long as I like, it doesn't matter how low I am. "

"I," Pat Kentek said solemnly, "work in a restaurant."

The girl shrank back a little.

"waiter?" She said in an almost pleading tone, "Labor is glorious, but serving others,-,you know, squire and-"

"I'm not a waiter, I'm an accountant. I'm-"They're facing the street, right in front of the park. A shiny sign says "Restaurant". "-I'll be an accountant in the restaurant you can see."

The girl left the bracelet on her wrist and stood up quickly. She stuffed the book into a shiny handbag, but the book was too big for the handbag.

"Why aren't you working now?" She asked.

"My duty." The young man said, "Leave me an hour to exchange. Can we still meet? "

"I don't know. Maybe I should-but I don't have such strange ideas anymore. I have to run. There is still a dinner party to keep, so we should go to the balcony to watch the play-and then! Not old. When you come to the park, you may notice that the car is there now with a white mouth. "

"The wheel is red?" The young man asked with a mysterious frown.

"Yes, I always bring that. He Elmer is still waiting for me. He thinks I'm here for shopping. Imagine this life, even your own driver has to cheat. Good night

"But now it's dark," said Patekenstock. "In the park, there are many rude dude. Can I-"

"If you have any respect for my wishes," the girl said firmly, "please leave after I leave for ten minutes. I hate to blame you, but as you probably know, this car usually has the owner's initials. Good evening to everyone again. "

She stood up solemnly and walked away quickly into the night. The young man looked at her graceful figure and walked to the sidewalk outside the park, and turned to listen to the sound of the car starting. Then, he stood up, mysterious, but walked along the trees and bushes parallel to her without hesitation, while firmly locking her hair in sight.

When she reached the corner over there, she looked at the car, then walked over and crossed the street. The young man hid in a parked taxi and was staring at her whereabouts. Along the sidewalk across the park street, she walked into the restaurant with flashing signs. This is one of the most conspicuous white buildings, decorated with glass, and can be eaten very cheaply here. The girl went into the restaurant, ran somewhere inside and soon came out again, this time without a hat and veil.

The accounting desk in front of the shop. A girl with red hair climbed down from the bench and pointed to the strange eye clock. The girl in a gray dress has climbed onto the table.

The young man put his hand in his pocket and slowly slid back to the sidewalk. In the corner, there is a compact paperback book at his feet. The beautiful cover made him recognize that he was the girl by reading the book. He picked it up at random and glanced at the title, Night by the New Ali, written by Stevenson. He threw it on the grass, stood and hesitated for a moment, then walked into the car, leaned against the cushion and vomited two words to the driver:

"The club, Henry."